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[A]

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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[Rinzler is not sure what frames have to do with it, but he can recognize a smug tone when he hears one.]

Processing errors: acknowledged.

[A little smug maybe, but she's also pretty hungover, done with life, and somehow amazingly cheered by Rinzler bothering to ask if she won her bar fight.]

Sorry, sorry. I expected you to be the literal last one to ask if I could consider any part of last night a win. I am actually quite... thrilled right now.

[...well, he's mostly been reduced to headtilt, so that's arguably progress?]

Former admin.

Mmhm? That's me, former admin, no longer admin, now admin of children's story time at the Kauto public library.

...well. Maybe not if they see what I got up to last night.

Didn't lose.

Somehow I don't think these particular people care if I won or lost. I think it's... the principle of the thing.

I mean. There are some things you're just not allowed to do, right? Things that you'd get in trouble for doing. [Maybe...?]

Opponents: derezzed?

Derezzed? I need a definition for that, sorry.

Killed.

Oh.

No, it didn't get that far. But... well. You've seen it. What I do when my back's against the wall. I probably would have done that, if one of them had been armed with more than a chair.

[Ah, yes. Those transport functions she'd thrown the fit about before. He still doesn't understand... but it's not especially relevant to the current issue.]

System regulations restrict: "slavery, rape, Link’d Inc., murder, theft, and destruction of property".

Nonlethal attacks: not referenced.

[...and if they don't say you can't do it...]

...As... strangely touched as I am that you're attempting to justify me flinging some drunk belligerents though a hole in the universe, I can't actually guarantee that they wouldn't die as a result.

If I, for example, put them out into the middle of space, that would probably hit the 'murder' classification. Unless they can breathe out there which not many people who drink can.

[He's trying to justify what now? There's a slight pause as Rinzler processes the loophole. Not what he'd meant... though she might be able to get away with it. She is a user, after all.]

Acknowledged.

Transport functions: potentially lethal.
Current actions: well within parameters.

[There is no law saying you can't beat people up in bars. Which had been her original concern!]

Yes. Well within... non-lethal parameters, at least.

But it seems a little... off-- for a children's librarian to be in a bar fight. Parameters yes, but I wouldn't be surprised if I was at least reprimanded for this. Librarians don't go around picking fights.

[He could point out she'd only been responding to a threat. Or question whether all librarians were evaluated by the situations they walked into.

Still, Rinzler's put about as much effort into "justifications" as he intends to. And if the user system really works that way... well. There's only one assessment to be made:]

Glitched.

Bigtime. [She huffs.] Bigtime glitched.

I just have to hope they're forgiving of the mistake. It was a mistake, I just... really needed to fight somebody. Anybody. For anything.

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