WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

[ the camera turns on to a nauseatingly in-motion feed, as if someone is holding it in their hand while clearly being preoccupied with something else. like a dinosaur. or a hysterical canadian. whose voice seems to increase in pitch and volume progressively in the background. and may or may not be recognizable as diamond lil. ]

-- didn't even have t'try, did you? Y'heartless mechanical bitch. D'you know what it was like for me? Y'ever had to fight for a man t'love you? Y'think y'know what it's like t'be lonely, but y'don't know a damn thing. And here y'are, sittin' under my damn roof, like y'belong here? Judgin' me like y'got that right? Well, y'don't! Y'don't get t'judge me, and y'don't belong here -- y'won't until I'm dead.

Y'hear me? [ hysterically: ] I ain't dead yet. I ain't dea --

[ you can just catch the movement, as danger abruptly lifts a hand and slaps lil across the face, cutting the stream of words off with the crisp sound of her palm meeting lil's cheek. calmly, clinically: ]

You are not yourself, Lillian. You must stop.

[ lil's face isn't visible from the feed, but she's still for a long moment with one hand lifted to her cheek before she's flying at danger again, practically screaming: ] Get out! Get out, get out, get out before I kill you, y'stupid bot --

[ there's the scuffling sounds of a struggle, quick steps, then the sound of a door shutting and locking. the comm gets roughly put down on what appears to be a bathroom counter. danger can be seen tilting her head up, eying three rows of parallel red welts that start at her throat and disappear under the collar of her shirt. her face twists with irritation before she addresses the communicator: ]

Attempts to physically subdue or verbally calm her have been highly unsuccessful. Her hysteria has only worsened since she returned home.

If it's not obvious, I require assistance.