#corporatevalue

That's a fun conversation to have with your roommate. So Uzi had to explain that she shouldn't talk to that zombie ever again, and now she needs a Cyn-proof door. And even though she's got baggage about it, she knows doors; something sturdy, something with strong locks, something with a little slot where she can stick her railgun out of if she needs to. As she kneels in the snow, toolbox at her side and door propped up against the frame, she grumbles at the inconvenience of it all. "Frickin'... Just jumpscaring my house, talk about a downgrade... Used to eat planets, now just trying to scare teenagers..."

The sound of metal against the concrete sidewalk reaches her audio receptors, and she perks up, because it's a sound she's come to know well. Those metal pegs have a very distinctive striking sound, so she'd know those narrow footsteps anywhere.

"Great timing, V," says says, only half-turning to look. "Can you hold this for me? Gotta get the bolts in, don't really know anyone else strong enough to- Oh, for frick's-"

That's not V. That's a different letter. And not even a good letter.

"No. No! I'm not doing this right now. We're not doing this." She half-heartedly gathers a handful of snow and tosses it in J's direction, not having the energy to even give her a full glare. "I don't wanna hear your... your frickin' business jargon or whatever. I have to fix something that's indirectly- No, you know what, I'm gonna blame you for this! This is your fault!"

Who cares what the truth is? J's here and she's a way easier target than Cyn is.

This is unacceptable. Yes, maybe losing his puppets is the price he's expected to pay for protection from Them, but-- but-- the creators of this world could at least give him a replacement for his servants! Dropping him into the middle of an unfamiliar realm with nothing but the shirt on his back and a mockery of his Codex in his hand? It's unfair! It's criminal!

It's exactly what he deserves, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

...or tolerate it.

"Enough of this beating around the bush. I've made it very clear what I'm looking for, and if that means aligning myself against whatever passes for law enforcement around here, then so be it." How much more direct can he be? He wants something powerful, magical or otherwise, and he couldn't give less of a damn how Ms. Jenson has sourced it.

"So I'll say this one more time; let's talk about your real big-ticket items."

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Expository Hairstyle Change: This is actually a big trope all over the show but I want to talk about Lilith's specifically, because there's never really any attention drawn to it. Her hair is naturally red and curly, in younger flashback appearances she looks like a funny little puffball. When she's first introduced (and throughout s1), she has this straight blue-black hair, and once you've seen her past self you realize she has to be putting a lot of effort into changing her appearance. It's unclear if she was specifically pressured to change or if she just felt like she should, but either way there is a particular image she was actively working to maintain in the Coven. After splitting the curse, she gains a gray streak in her hair (matching with Eda), even though it's dyed—apparently the magic is so powerful, it can't be re-dyed. And then, later in s2 as she's been free to be herself for a while, her hair actually starts to poof up again, like she no longer cares about straightening it.

And then...

In s3 she just shows up with her hair completely cut off, and back to red again, with only this image in a credits sequence in way of context or commentary on this change. But thanks to this trope, I can just point to what I wrote above and we can all just understand implicitly that by cutting all the dyed/treated hair off, she's shedding both a metaphorical and literal weight, accepting herself, and starting a new chapter in her life.

"Even for as advanced robotics have become where I'm from, fully autonomous machines are non-existent! Which is, to say, that without trying she's already rather impressive." There's a few moments of silence, before:

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this is something of a 'default' for him, honestly.

Slouched posture, leaning back in her seat with half-lidded eyes. Impatient idle movements, drumming her fingers on a nearby surface, or bouncing her leg with unspent energy. Deep sighs and rolling her eyes if she thinks she's not being directly observed. Occasionally shifts positions, moving weight from one leg to the other, or crossing and uncrossing legs. This is high-schooler boredom, and she's not trying to hide it.