Video || Lydia Martin || 01

[preytosociety]

Hi. My name is Lydia Martin, and I'd just like to take this time to remind everyone, including my housemate, that this isn't a vacation. I know some of you would probably rather stay in this hell hole than go back to your uninteresting and unimportant lives, but frankly? I've had enough of this place. We should be working on a solution and sharing information. There's no point in keeping secrets and being wary of each other when there are cameras everywhere.

We should all be working together.

[She takes a moment to fix her hair and plasters a seemingly sweet smile on her face]

If anyone would like to help me, I'll be in the library. Alternatively, if anyone knows how to make a decent latte, I'll be at whichever shack you're holed up in and then at the library.

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[preytosociety]

[Oh. My. God.

Lydia just stares at her hand... and then at Kobra... and ever so slightly tilts her head. Her eyes get wider by the second. When he finishes, she pulls her hand back and pushes his forehead in an attempt to knock him over.]

Shakespeare won't get you in my pants. I'll guess I misjudged you, but it doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you. Keep your Yo gabba gabba feetie pajamas in your own room or my fist is going to crash the party in your tummy. Got it?

[If she looks a little flustered, it's only because she's embarrassed to even know him!

... That actually might have worked under different circumstances.]

[goodluckkobra]

[He laughs as he pulls his chair back over and sits down.]

Oh my God, your face. You totally thought I couldn't read or something and you've seen Yo Gabba Gabba. It's like a double win for me. [He rests his head on his arms on the table.] You know I'm just kidding, right? You're not going to wake up with me standing over you whispering in your ear or anything. I mean, I'm game if you are, but I get that you're not interested. I'm just playing.

Do you want help with any of this?

[preytosociety]

Shut up. I thought you could read. And I've seen it once, not by choice.

[She stares ahead, pretending to be engrossed in the book open in front of her. Eventually she looks over, smiling.]

Yes, actually. Since you've proven you can memorize A Midsummer Night's Dream, you're definitely stuck helping me. What I'm really trying to find is any hand-written notes, scribbles in the margin, letters left in the pages, anything from the people that lived here. And then, after what will likely be hours and hours of tedious work, we report back to Agent Carter. Fun, right?

[No. Not fun. Not at all! But if anyone could make it fun, it was probably Kobra.]

[goodluckkobra]

[Sitting in the library and skimming through books is probably the polar opposite of his life. It's not exactly fun sounding, but it's a break from all the running and shooting. It feels weird to think that that's what he has to do now.]

The funnest. [He pulls a book over and starts to flip it open.] Are we just checking the whole library?

[preytosociety]

[She shrugs.] I guess so. I started by pulling books off the return cart, and from there I guess we go to ones that look like they'd be popular? It's a lot of guessing. I prefer knowing.

[goodluckkobra]

[He gives her a kind of sympathetic smile.] It gets easier. The guessing, I mean. You get used to it and it stresses you out less.

[preytosociety]

Stress? I'm not stressed. I'm perfectly calm and not at all freaking out.

[And apparently not fooling anyone.]

...Why do you keep putting up with me? Stiles has been doing it for years, but he has some kind of fantastical obsession or something. You barely know me and I've been a massive bitch to you and you're still sticking around.

[Maybe dying damaged his brain.]

[goodluckkobra]

I don't know who Stiles is, but it's pretty obvious to me that your whole bitch-thing is a defense mechanism.

[There is also some brain damage. She's not far off with that one.]

You're obviously really smart, or at least well-read, which I guess is easier where you're from, but still... you don't just trip and fall into robotics or Shakespeare and you came straight to the library when you were given a problem to solve.

[preytosociety]

[Well.

Okay then.

She purses her lips together, regarding him with a neutral expression and turns back to flip through more pages.]

I'm a genius.

[goodluckkobra]

[He laughs, halfway between a giggle and a cackle.]

No shit. Better get you home, then, so that you can be the next Stephen Hawking. Or that guy from Beautiful Mind. You'd better make sure the people around you acknowledge me and I'm not just in your head, Lyd.

[preytosociety]

[She tries to fight a smile and loses.]

I'm almost 98% sure you're real, but I might have to drag you around with me just to make sure. I always have things that need to be carried. You could make yourself useful.

[Okay, that was a joke. She wouldn't actually use him to carry stu-- okay, yes she would, but she'd be nice about it!]

I can work on my attitude if you promise not to set up one of your stupid traps outside my room.

[goodluckkobra]

Okay, but I should warn you that I'm a notorious liar.

[Translation: No.]

And what am I? Your puppy?

[He's pretty sure he knows the answer to that one and he's not looking forward to the flea dip.]

[preytosociety]

[If anything gets in her hair, there will be hell to pay.

As for the puppy question, she doesn't bother answering. They both know it's a yes. She just smiles and sips her.... terrible, horrible, disgusting coffee.]

[goodluckkobra]

[He snorts and gets back to skimming books. He knows what that means.]