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So, listen--

[Anybody who pays attention to any of Elizabeth's network activity probably notices something odd about this: it's a video. She uses audio only almost as a rule. But maybe she's not really thinking. It sure looks like she's not up for much deep thinking, if the unfocused way she keeps looking around the bar she's in is any indication. There's a glass in front of her, but who knows how much she's actually had.]

Who here... knows a thing or two 'bout 'attachment'? Because God, I could talk about it for days. About how great it is at first, but then in the end, it utterly destroys whoever it manages to get in its steely little claws. [This is accompanied by a very appropriate 'claw gesture' with all nine and a half of her fingers.]

Because the only thing that's ever constant... [She has an amused little laugh at the word, like it's a private joke.] ...is change? Who wrote that... Hey! [She snaps her fingers over at someone behind her.] Who wrote 'the only change is--' No, 'the only constant is change'? Who wrote that when you're from? ...ah nevermind, you probably couldn't read your own name. [She turns back to the camera, disgruntled noises coming from the insulted party. But Elizabeth doesn't seem concerned.]

What I'm saying is-- nobody warned me, so now... [She points into the camera.] I'm warning you. You start liking somebody, start thinking you have a home someplace, and someday, somehow--

[The camera jerks as Elizabeth takes a punch to her temple. Somebody didn't like being called an idiot by someone half their size. Something close to the camera glows blue and then Elizabeth's got a beer bottle in her hand and she's screaming bloody murder. The feed swings wildly with her hand and cuts out with the sound of breaking glass.]

[B]

[An indeterminate amount of time later...]

[Elizabeth is back at her apartment with a split lip and a bruise under her eye, but she hardly looks embarrassed.]

I meant what I said. Nobody warns you until you're in pain. Consider yourself warned.

[She looks like she could say more, but apparently decides it would just be a rehash. So she turns the feed off.]

((OOC: Feel free to action-ify the first prompt, bar brawl for all. Otherwise Elizabeth will reply to any immediate reactions/messages/jeering the next day!))

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I swear on the holy water I didn't nick that it's the truth. [hands over his heart]

Well thank god, I was gettin' worried there.

No, what the fuck-- growing up means wiping your own ass. Only CEOs get other people to wipe for em. That's what a real grown up is. [what the hell does he know he's a baby]

Well it'll be messy. I don't like messy, its complicated. Surely someone'll be sad.

I think your timeline's system of religion is in need of some revolution, then. If... it's not already happening...

[She snorts.] Please. I haven't encountered a single 'adult' person who consistently takes responsibility and doesn't shuffle their screw ups onto some other party. Myself included. I bet even you've done it.

[There's a beat of silence.] You go right ahead and find someone who would miss me, I'll wait.

Sure can't deny that.

I don't exactly got anyone to shove my shit off onto, but I can't deny it either.

Look, I'm not gonna do that cause it ain't my job. It ain't yours either.

[She snorts.] Sure it's my job. I should at least try to figure out how to, you know, not continue to have a miserable, singular life.

But I've been trying a damn long time and I'm just... too hurt to get up again.

Now that's the smartest thing I've heard you say yet. A new record.

You say that, but I dunno if it'll stick that way for long. Not on any account of stubbornness for yourself, but in general. Human generalness.

Shut up, it's the stupidest thing I've said. It's right up there with 'Hold my beer, I'm going back for round two with Mister Nobel Laureate and Friends'.

...so essentially you're encouraging me to go be a robot now. Because that's what I'm getting from all this talk about 'human generalness' and how great for my health it is.

You had a shitty beer? No wonder you're where you're at right now.

No, I'm sayin' suck it up.

Ugh.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

[Because that's really all there is for it, and she knows it, but she doesn't want to admit it. Not yet.]

If you were expecting that then maybe...you knew it all along.

Tch. No.

[Yes.]

[But she's arguing anyway because can't let anybody else be right today.]

MMmmmmkay whatever doesn't help you sleep at night.

Oh I will, watch how great I don't sleep. I'm a professional at this point.

...and it wasn't beer. It was gin.

[Whiskey was too Booker. Beer is gross and slow. She'd liked the twenties.]

Rather not watch you while you not-sleep, heard people don't like that.

Aaaah, not bad, not bad.

I heard it's a mile a minute in terms of laughs.

What, really? I asked for it at the bar and the guy gave me a look like I was his grandma.

Yeah? You do commentary like this?

I said not bad but could be better.

Sometimes. I can shut up pretty good too, though.

Yeah? Like what? [Do not encourage her to drink more, Badou. The results are plastered on the network now, do not enable bad choices.]

Good to know if this friendship's gonna go anywhere.

Like uh-- well, don't believe all the shit you hear about fruity drinks. Don't knock em. [a pause] I could probably tell ya more when you ain't likely to drink yourself stupid.

[She actually snorts at that, vaguely amused. Alright, you won one, Badou.]

...what do they say about fruity drinks? [Nobody's said anything to her about her fruity drinks, but then again, she'd been with Ivan that time. ...and she'd thrown up in an alley after.] Do they say that they'll knock you on your ass, because that's happened to me.

They say they're girlie and for pussies but no, man, you can totally get wasted on em. I ain't surprised you were.

Ugh. What is so 'girlie' and 'feminine' about fruit and sugar? By the same rules, dessert should be unmanly too. But I bet you start talking that way, and suddenly somebody's reassuring you that eclairs are masculine as all get out.

That's cause scurvy is for men. It's manly. Course someone's gonna say cake and eclairs and those little pancake things are manly! Gotta cover your ass.

Oh yeah, I know someone having bleeding gums is a major turn-on for me. Swoon. Manly.

What little pancake things? Crepes?

Not to mention the smell-- that six month's no bathing musk is just heavenly.

Yeah, yeah those! They're great.

Oh my God, do not tell me that not bathing is considered masculine too! [What the actual hell, world. Was there something actually alright about Columbia? The fact that people generally accepted a need to bathe?]

I. Love. Crepes. With lemon and a little sugar? Nnngh, the best.

Nah, I'm just kidding. That's for pirates. [that's a lie that's everyone]

Lemon inside or drizzled on the outside?

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