LILY DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.

She was trying to distract herself with lesson plans today, but she just couldn't focus. Mostly she was staring at her notes while snacking on a box of chocolate because she'd heard they were supposed to be better than sex and maybe that would fix things.

Of course, halfway through the box she was whining aloud, "It's not better at all!"

Michelle woke up, not exactly sure where she was, but hey, she was she to knock it? Obviously she'd had a good time last night. So she got out of bed, and proceeded to make herself at home.

She still wasn't sure why she happened to have her flute at someone else's place, but maybe she could play her way into some cab fare or something. Which was why she was sitting in a chair, trying to do just that.

Um. Not dirty.


[Open, especially for the husband. Lily is now Michelle from American Pie. And it was soooo funny.]

There was a behatted Lily in her office today.

A behatted Lily who kept making sure no one was coming before taking her compact of her purse and trying to see whether she looked any fiercer than she did five minutes ago when she last checked.

She didn't.


[Open!]

First office hours of the new semester, and Lily was here, working on her next lesson. No, seriously, there were textbooks and websites up on her browser and she may have been having too much fun with this.


[Oooooopen, though I am at what I think is the tail end of a migraine, or at best, on to that weird headache hangover that you get, so I may be slow.]

The empathy belly simulates some of the symptoms of pregnancy, such as weight gain, back pain, and the ability to really freak people out if you wear it under your shirt. It's just heavy padding that straps onto you with velcro, and your character can feel free to be wearing it throughout the day as long as you sign up.

Come on, you know you want to. No more than three on a day please.

Lily had fallen asleep to a realization that she thought had just been a really vivid dream, but upon waking up, she just felt incredibly relieved to be here. With her husband! Who she came back to! And married! Hence husband! Who was all cute and sleeping and she felt like she should do something really nice for him before he woke up.

So she got out of bed, threw on some clothes, and went to, you know, do that.


[An with that, IAWL is over! Thanks to everyone for playing along!]

Lily hadn't expected Barney to show up to drag her back to New York.

Which was good, since he didn't.

Instead, Lily remained in San Francisco, painting and being miserable. Not that she would admit to being miserable. She missed Marshall. It was kind of like missing a limb or worse, a torso. Everything reminded her of him, even things that had no right to remind her of him. She'd pass a movie theater and get sad because Marshall had seen movies. McDonald's reminded her of his world's best burger story, and you couldn't tell her those two things could be rightfully equated.

She tried to tell herself that artists needed to be a little tortured. It helped their work. Except she had the feeling that her work in large part sucked.

In the middle of one of those sucky pieces of work, she got a phone call.

"Is this Lily Aldrin?"

"It is," she said slowly. Phone calls that started with your full name were either really good, or really bad.

"This is Capital One, regarding your account. We've noticed some large purchases made to your account, which had in fact put you over your credit limit. We just needed to verify that you made these transactions."

Lily's face went bright red. "What kind of transactions?" she asked.

"Well, there's $348 at Madame Renee's Pleasure Palace-"

"Nope, not mine," she said immediately. Lying out her ass.

"And another $179 at someplace called Hot Stuff-"

"Never even heard of it."

"$410 at someplace that just shows up as XXX three times..."

"Yeah, none of that was me," she lied some more. "None of that porn stuff is mine. That's dirty. A dirty purchase I would never make. Ever."

You probably didn't want to know what all those places had reminded her of at the time.

Lily wasn't planning on any sort of actual final, so she was already working on grades for her class.

Or she was supposed to be. She was also jotting down ideas about what she wanted to teach next semester. Yeah, she should really be getting this class done with before thinking about the next one, but she couldn't help it. Shhh dun tell.


[Open when I get back from work!! I have my computer back! I can actually play and reply to pings in under 20 minutes and switch between characters again!!]

Lily was in her office, and hard at work today. Surfing YouTube. Look, when NBC took down their clips so fast, tracking things down again was a lot of work.

[Open!]

Lily actually made it into the office this week, go her! And she was even doing work today.

Okay, she was flipping through art catalogs she had no intent to buy from. The pictures were kinda pretty.


[Open!]

After brunch, Lily came back to her office, just in case any parents wanted to stop by before leaving town. Or fleeing town. Whichever.

It should be said that Lily was used to open houses for five and six-year-olds, which would be why she'd tried to put up art projects for the students around the office. Given that most of them were canvas, it meant that Lily's office looked really really crowded and sort of wrong.

Lily was being a good girl, and actually doing some grading for class. It felt kind of wrong, though, giving people grades on creativity and sometimes people just didn't have talent but they tried, and basically she just wanted to give everyone an A and a gold star, and maybe a cookie.

And she was failing miserably at not glaring at the wall every time she heard the bouncing from next door.


[Oooopen.]

Lily was in her office today.

No, really, that was Lily. Who had snuck out kind of early because of all the maleness that it had just been too early to deal with this morning, and figuring people didn't come by her office much anyway so maybe she could hide. At least till she had to run out to get lifts for her shoes, or something.


[Open! Yes, I think I'm funny sometimes.]

Lily had been really bad about office hours last semester, but in here defense, she'd doubted anyone would really need to come to her about playground games. So she was here today, on the computer looking up information for future classes. See, working and everything.

Ignore the Solitaire game just visible under her web browser.


[Omg I remembered!]

Lily was kind of bored with Marshall being a pineapple. She just wanted him to talk back. Maybe if he could be a talking pineapple, this would be easier to deal with. Still, she talked to him about her day- despite having carried him around- as she set him on the counter and went to throw something into the microwave-

-and cut herself off when she saw the larger-than-usual spider sitting on the counter, not doing much.

Not making any sudden movements, she said, "Hey there, little guy. Don't suppose you're going to go the way of the cockamouse, are you?"

The spider started to skitter off.

Lily reacted by picking up the nearest thing to her and squishing the spider with it.

Unfortunately, the nearest thing to her was Marshall. With her jaw dropped as she realized what she'd just done, she first made sure the spider was dead like a dead thing, and then said, "Oh my god. Marshall, I am so sorry.... Let's get you cleaned off now, ew."

[HAD TO BE DONE.]

Lily hadn't actually gotten to her office till this week, oops. Well, it just meant today she had things to do, like set things up. Look, it wasn't like she had lesson plans to write or anything. Her classes for the week seemed to be depending entirely on which game won a heated battle of eenie meenie miney mo.


[Door and post are open, SP till I'm home from work!]

So omg sorry to anyone I flaked out on yesterday. I spent the day having sneak attack ninja naps and crashed out way early to sleep for FOURTEEN HOURS, so I kind of didn't get much (okay, anything) done.

My body should pick times for random narcolepsy that don't involve NEWBIE DAY wtf.

This is Lily Aldrin, of How I Met Your Mother fame. I'm sure you've never heard of it. ( quick and possibly dirty info )

"This is Lily. Leave a message. ...Unless you want money in which case I sent the check yesterday."

La.