thatlibbychick: (AU - why do you even wanna be with me?)
Oh, god...

[Libby's groaning. Why? Because she's re-reading her last entry for the third or fourth time. It is not good.]

I am...so sorry for what I broadcast in my drunken stupor. If I'd actually been drunk on alcohol, I'm pretty sure I would have been in blackout territory and remember none of it. I think I'd like that more.

Why my mind turns to sex whenever I'm drunk, I don't even know...


On another note, does anyone know where Martha is? I checked her room and the infirmary, but I can't seem to find her. There are important things we need to discuss.

[LOL NOT REALLY. She wants to talk to her because this is embarrassing and Martha will understand. :c ]
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 It's been replaced by a sweet, cozy apartment, decorated in light colors.]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?
thatlibbychick: (AU - it's like a date we never had)
At least I remember who it is in the photograph now, and I can say with complete satisfaction: I dated that. And I do indeed love him.

Ruby, how are you?
thatlibbychick: (AU - forlorn)
I don't remember booking a cruise...

I mean, my room is nice, and the service here seems great--I'm not complaining. I just really don't remember a thing, not even my own name. Judging from all the other entries here, nobody does. I think I'd be worried if I had even the slightest clue to go by.

And I think whoever stayed in this room before me left some personal belongings by mistake, because there's a picture of a guy I've never even met before on the bedside stand. It's even framed, so it must be pretty important to whoever forgot it.

Is anyone missing a photo of a rather large man with curly hair? He's kind of cute

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