thatlibbychick: (flood - camp - smiling)
[A VERY CHIPPER young Libby smiles at you all.]

Greetings, campers! I'm Libby, and I'm one of your counselors here at Camp Isukketpuns. Specifically, I'm in charge of physical fitness. You might not know this, but exercise releases endorphins, the chemicals in your body that cause you to feel good. Regular exercise leads to not only a fit body, but a clear and balanced mind. There are even those who say that exercise is addictive!

In the spirit of good health, both physical and mental, I'd like to welcome every single one of you to an early-morning jogging session tomorrow.  It's not compulsory, but I hope many of you will turn out at 6:00 AM by the lake to join me! We'll start out slow...let's say three miles. And beginners, you have nothing to fear! Just do the best you can. That's all anyone can ask of you.

Questions or concerns? Don't be shy! I'd be happy to answer anything you send my way.
thatlibbychick: (flood - Hurley - happy)
[Libby's comm catches a few shots of the ceiling as she clutches it in mild panic, utters a rather masculine yelp and tumbles from her infirmary bed.]

Ow! I'm really going to feel that later...

[She turns her comm towards her, to film, when she notices that it's on. Might as well, right? She just would have made an entry later. And right now...she looks like Hurley, and she's rubbing the hip she landed on. She already knows who she's become--she doesn't need a mirror, it's fairly obvious by itself. So she's smiling.]

Mozenrath? This is Libby. I need to know whether or not you've been affected, so get back to me, okay? Also: Martha, Morgan, Billy, West...if you remember anything, Ruby, Sam, Jack, Desmond--how are you guys faring?

[She prods at her stomach quickly, feeling for the area where her her abdomen should still be healing, and then turns to reassure the doctor closest to her, whoever that is.]

I'm fine, the wounds are gone! Just banged my hip.


[OOC: The Jack she's talking to is Jack Shephard, and she thinks that should be obvious. Ditto to Sam Tyler.]
thatlibbychick: (AU - you came back)
[OOC: Screened away from Jack Shephard and Desmond, out of courtesy to their players! Unless they want them to see it, in which case, go for it!]

Hey. HEY. Everyone.

[She pauses. She's completely blitzed.]

Okay. Now, our resident worst shrink ever--and that's CRANE, not me, don't even start! Anyway. He's saying the Barge is inescacabab...inescapable. That we can't go home. And he is a LIAR. Look. Lookit this guy right here.

[She holds a picture of Hurley up to the screen. Her hands aren't exactly steady.]

D'you see him? Well, I went home. To this...this GORGEOUS man. And do you know what we did?

WE MADE LOVE. And it was BEAUTIFUL!

[She sounds like she's about to cry. Happy tears, though, because she's wearing the SAPPIEST SMILE EVER.]

So don't you tell me that wasn't real. Because I will cherish those memories until I go back to him and we do MORE wonderful lovemaking. And that's what it is: MAKING. LOVE.

[And she feels the need to clarify, even though her point is already pretty clear:]

...because we LOVE each other.
thatlibbychick: (heaven - everything I ever wanted)
[Libby looks different than she did when she left. For one, she looks completely rested; secondly, she's dressed in prettier clothes than usual. She's practically glowing, and she actually looks completely happy for the first time since she first came aboard. Then there's the matter of her room, part of which can be seen behind her--it isn't the Hatch anymore. It's been replaced by a sweet, cozy apartment, decorated in light colors.]

Well...I'm back.

[She's smiling.]

I missed you guys, and I can't wait to play catch-up. It's been a long time for me, I think...how much time has passed here? Tell me what I've missed!

[And then she nibbles at her bottom lip. Uh-oh, Libby is concerned.]

It kind of sounds like things have gone to hell here, from the posts on the network. Is there anything I can do to help?

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