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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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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?

I'll forgive the pirates, the pirates don't have much choice. But here, we all have a somewhat sacred duty of practicing some form of regular hygiene. Even the bar I was in last night had more-or-less washed masses.

Why not both?

Really? I haven't found anything like that out here. Jeez.

It'd be kinda sour right?

Well then, you can go to the place I was in last night. I'm sure they don't have your picture behind the bar...

Not if it's a good lemon glaze. If it's just straight lemon, even the crepe won't save that. And even with glaze, it's all about ratio.

You saying you puked so hard they got your picture? Maaaaan.

Euugh, I dunno. Lemon glaze, what's the difference? It's still tart.

No I beat up three of their patrons. Something tells me I won't be welcomed back. I imagine anybody who vomits in there gets a place of honor, for running a tab high enough to garner that kind of reaction.

But that's the beauty of it-- sweet and tart. Lemonade is popular for a reason, sir.

That does make more sense. Though they coulda at least made a shirt in your honor for that record.

Eeeh, I guess I'll have to agree to disagree.

I'd probably wear that shirt. 'I Survived Elizabeth DeWitt's Rampage'. [Too accurate.]

Alright, then what would you put in a crepe?

[It's at this point that she realizes she's talking about crepes with a guy who came in to tell her to sit down and shut up about her feelings, but hey, she's not thinking about feelings anymore so it's... kind of nice.]

Better get the rights to that too.

....I dunno, meat? Chicken? Do they put that in crepes? [he's uncultured swine and anything having to do with food is better than depressing heart to hearts]

'Rights'?

Chicken, sure. Mushrooms and broccoli... garlic... [Sounds good right about now.]

Yeah, like patenting it. Legally.

God that sounds so fuckin' good.

You can't patent a shirt, that's ridiculous.

There must be some kind of crepe place on Kauto. I refuse to believe that out of everyone who's come through the Ingress, none of them have specialized in crepes.

You could. You can patent nearly anything.

There are a shitton of weird restaurants around-- don't see why there aren't crepe ones. Haven't checked out every place though.

It's a shirt-- and if shirts do have patents, I imagine someone else already owns that one.

Neither have I. I suppose I should research it, I might be able to avoid at least some of this... existential dread by eating something familiar. People do that, right? 'Comfort food'.

Hey, in this shitty world? You never know.

That's right! Comfort food. Crepes count, probably.

I suppose you're right... [Yeah, no effort to defend where they are right now. She's way too exhausted and emotionally spent to pretend like she's okay being here.] Guess I'll look into that, maybe I'll even go back to that bar and suggest they start producing them.

Anything counts. Anybody who says somebody's comfort food isn't actually comfort food is an ass.

....Maybe take someone with you so you don't get into it again. [sounds like a good idea]

What about pickles? Or crab.

Great plan. And if that fails, I'll be sure it's someone with a great left hook.

I'm sure somebody finds pickles and crab comforting. ...maybe even together. [She shudders.] To each their own, after all....

That's right! Or someone who can break you outta jail.

Thats sick, you're gonna make me barf.

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