talent_spotter: (seriously?)
[Audio to start. Why? Because Jilly has just woken up up from her coma, and no one needs to see her in a hospital bed, sans red lipstick.]

I was going to ask why I'm waking up in the hospital.

But I think I'll ask about this instead.

[She turns on the camera, which is pointed at her legs beneath the blanket. Or at least what should be two legs beneath a blanket. What we see instead are two miniature mountain peaks and a snow-covered paradise. The fairies have turned her bed into a winter wonderland. A pair of fairies are racing down her bent legs with miniature skis. Three additional fairies are building a snowman. Another fairy is on her back making a snow angel. Other fairies are throwing snowballs at each other and letting out high pitched squeals.]

Anyone care to tell me why I've been turned into a snowglobe?
talent_spotter: (i despise you)
[Jilly is clutching a heeled shoe that has obviously been used to stab something or many somethings - the entire heel is soaked in blood and gore. She's got a black eye, a bite mark on her cheek, and various blood spatters on her dress. It's impossible to tell where she is; everything around her is dark, save for what can be illuminated by the light from the communicator.

She quickly pushes her disheveled hair out of her face before leaning forward to address the camera.]


So, this? I AM OVER IT. Admiral, get your ass out of hiding and do your job!!!

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