<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JCoNFHJ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Jimenez<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>City, Department Store<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion, Nerissa, Toshiro, Kevin, Open<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her usual T-Shirt and jeans, and a bomber jacket. (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpicture-cdn.wheretoget.it%2F1houij-l-610x610-jacket-black-bomber-patch-women-summer-beauty-cool-black%2Bbomber.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwheretoget.it%2Flook%2F2277461&tbnid=M05SnUBK42DD-M&vet=10CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg..i&docid=C2N3n6H8A4jfiM&w=433&h=610&q=bomber%20jacket%20woman%20&client=firefox-b-1-d&ved=0CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Someday, I'm going to have to teach you the meaning of sarcasm." One would have thought by now, Lily would have learned to appreciate a certain level of caution in suggesting things to Nerissa. In reality, Lily first spoke (or did), then thought, which usually brought consequences later. This time it would mean she'd have to be on the constant lookout for a fox demon ready to jump in with a camera every time she took a shower. Rather than the usual fox demon ready to jump in without the camera. Dealing with Neri was an especially treacherous and yet enjoyable tightrope to walk. It probably didn't help that Albion, in pursuit of some measure of revenge for Lily's continually barbed commentary, or perhaps just in pursuit of not-so-wholesome-stuff to look at, supported the idea wholeheartedly. It was a novel experience, being the doomed rather than the one doing the dooming; she'd figure out a way to figure it out somehow.<br/><br/>Right now, her attentions were more focused on fun with Annie. On one hand, you had Kevin saying no and Albion trying to play the angel of caution over her shoulder. On the other, you had Toshiro playing the devil whispering all sorts of naughty promises for misbehavior with Nerissa cheering her on. Given that Kevin was suddenly otherwise occupied, and the aforementioned pursuit of suggestive photographs did a good deal to tarnish Albion's angelic credentials, the good guys never had a chance. Then again, they never had a chance to begin with - this was<em>Lily</em>.<br/><br/>The department store's cybersecurity was practically non-existent, at least from Lily's standpoint. She knocked down their feeble firewalls and laughed as they crumbled. Within moments, her dulcet tones could be heard throughout the store. "Mallory Minato-Tetsuda. Mallory Minato-Tetsuda. Please report to the Sportswear Section. Your..." Now there was a conundrum. Lily's first instinct was<em>mother</em>but that was a blow too low even for her.<em>Guardian</em>, given Mallory's history, wasn't any better. Fortunately, her friends came to the rescue. Specifically good old Foxxie. "Your boyfriend is getting hit upon by an attractive fo-- rival for your attentions." She gave a pointed<em>prove me wrong</em>look in Kevin's direction, knowing he was in no position to defend himself (her favorite position all things considered.)<br/><br/>"Ryusei Tetsuda. Ryusei Tetsuda. Party for two available in sportswear. Stop pussy-footing around and get back here." Another breath, and then, "Will the owner of a Silver and Chrome detailed Indian Motorcycle please report to Sportswear? It seems you've left your lights on and the vehicle running into the Department..." Flicking off the mic and cutting the connection, Lily rubbed her hands together in glee and noted, "Well, that should get them running."