[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
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She had a dream that there was a big clock and the clock was made of tons of gears all of different sizes. Some of the gears had circuits running through them. Some of the gears were made of still living bone. Strangely, some of them smelled of cereal, and others of putrid, far too strong, alcohol. There was one made entirely of weirdly stiff black cloth...it reminded her of something scruffy. There were furry gears and talking gears, and gears that danced and sang or swam or ran. So many gears, they were all amazing and beautiful, but...but the clock didn't work.

The clock didn't work.

Lilliana woke up, shooting up out of bed like some kind of rocket propelled lady. B-MO reacted just as fast, wrapping her body in metal before she struck the wall of her cannon at high speed. Eyes wide in the utter darkness of B-MO's embrace, Lilliana oriented herself. Though unaware there had been a party, she had slept through one. She was glad she'd gabbed herself with one of her special syringes. She was glad that she was waking up, because it meant they'd made it through Reverse Mountain okay.

That was a relief.

She relaxed, B-MO retracting, and stood up after having fallen to the ground in a ball of bio-metal. There was a bowl of cereal at her table and boy was she hungry. Swiftly she took it up, poured some milk that she could tell her son had left her, and then ate happily. It tasted like the success of a good invention and the unraveling of an amazingly intricate and beautiful mystery.

She loved it and she finished eating it far too soon. Minutes later she threw open the door of her room with gusto--B-MO having grabbed her two packs and looped them over her--before dashing through the boat's lower deck and ascending into the sky of the open sea. She pulled in the smell of the sea and stretched with a big smile.

[color=#FF9A26][b]"The Grandline!"[/b][/color] She exclaimed with excitement, before her eyes settled on the approaching island. She tilted her head and then a fey gleam entered her gaze. B-MO shuddered, its current form that of two segmented metallic wings. She was wondering if there was anything fun to take apart in that big Jolly Roger'd castle. Tearing her eyes a way she took stock of the crew. Everyone seemed well. Good. However, as she looked about she noticed something strange.

There was a ship following them. OH, it was the ship from Reverse Mountain, the one they'd almost collided with. Huh. Well that was interesting, especially since it was clearly another pirate crew. Lilliana was suddenly very curious as to what had happened while she was out.