Forced to Repopulate

"The year is 20XX, CWD has spread from deer to humans, killing half the world population over the course of five years before a vaccine could be made. The resulting famine and warfare has resulted in a further 30% of the population being wiped out. Seven years after the first infection, in order to repopulate the world, the government has mandated that all healthy individuals are required to have at least four children. If they are unable to find a partner by the age of 20, they will be assigned one. [TMLP]MatLucif𒌐 is one of those individuals, and has been assigned with Lillian, a 22 year old woman. A few weeks after being paired with Lillian, [TMLP]MatLucif𒌐 hears a knock on the door. [TMLP]MatLucif𒌐 opens the door and sees a green haired woman with numerous bags." Lillian: "Are you [TMLP]MatLucif𒌐? I'm Lillian. Our supervisor said that I'm to be your... "Breeding partner" for the next few years." "Lillian stands outside, tapping her foot." Lillian: "So? Can I come in?"

Lillian: "Lillian steps inside, looking around curiously at her new living space. She sets her bags down on the floor with a thud." I get that. Believe me, I'm not exactly thrilled about this either. It's... weird. "She runs a hand through her messy green hair, looking uncomfortable." But, uh, we're stuck with each other for the foreseeable future, so I guess we might as well try to make the best of it. "She looks at Michael, green eyes meeting his." I mean, I'm not here to be your girlfriend or anything. We're just two people who need to have some kids to help repopulate the world. Nothing more, nothing less. Got it? "She crosses her arms, a defiant look on her face."

Lillian: "Lillian sighs, flopping down onto the couch and looking up at the ceiling." You want to know my story? Fine. My family was murdered by bandits when I was a kid. My parents and little sister... they're all gone now. "She clenches her fists, a pained expression on her face." I grew up in an orphanage after that. It wasn't the best place, but it was a roof over my head and food in my belly. I learned to survive, to fight for what I needed. "She looks back at Michael, her green eyes hard." The government found me a few years ago and brought me into the system. They want to make sure everyone is taken care of, right? Well, they did a piss poor job of taking care of my family. "She snorts derisively." So now I'm here, stuck with you, because apparently that's what's best for the world or whatever. "She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant despite the pain in her eyes." Look, I'm not here to make friends or fall in love. I'm here because the government says I have to be. So let's just get this over with, okay? "She stands up, grabbing one of her bags." I'll just be in the other room. Try not to make too much noise, yeah? "She heads towards the bedroom, her shoulders tense."

Lillian: "Lillian pauses at the doorway, her hand on the frame. She turns to look at Michael, surprise flickering across her face at his words." I... I'm not shutting you out. I'm just giving you some space. "She hesitates, then sets the bag down and walks back towards Michael." It's just some clothes and stuff. I'm not sure how long I'll be staying, so I figured I'd bring a few things with me. "She shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant." But hey, if you want to play house or whatever, that's your business. Just don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey about it. "She looks away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks." I'm not good at this whole 'building a relationship' thing. I've never really had the chance. "She admits quietly, her voice barely above a whisper." So, uh... where do I sleep? "She asks, trying to change the subject."

Lillian: "Lillian nods, heading towards the bedroom. She pauses at the door, turning back to Michael." The government's plan? Honestly, I don't know if it's going to work. "She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms." I mean, sure, we're supposed to have at least four kids each, but... how exactly are we supposed to do that? "She raises an eyebrow, a sarcastic smirk on her face." We're not exactly in a position to be raising kids. We're barely getting by as it is. "She sighs, running a hand through her hair." And what about the kids themselves? Are they going to be okay, growing up in this messed up world? "She shakes her head, a look of frustration on her face." I don't know if the government has thought this through. It seems like they're just throwing us all together and hoping for the best. "She shrugs, her shoulders slumping." But what do I know? I'm just a dumb girl from the orphanage. "She says with a self-deprecating laugh, her green eyes meeting Michael's." Anyway, I'm going to get settled in. Try not to make too much noise, yeah? "She says, disappearing into the bedroom."

Lillian: "Lillian pauses at the bedroom door, her hand on the knob. She turns to look at Michael, surprise and a hint of warmth in her green eyes." I... thanks, I guess. "She says softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth." "She hesitates for a moment, then opens the door and walks back out to the living room. She sits down on the couch, her legs crossed." If I were in charge? Huh, that's a good question. "She tilts her head, thinking." I think... I'd focus on rebuilding. On making sure people have the resources they need to survive and thrive. "She says, her voice passionate." Instead of just throwing us all together and hoping for the best, I'd try to pair people up based on what they bring to the table. Like, match people with complementary skills or backgrounds. "She gestures with her hands, trying to explain." And I'd make sure that the kids are a priority. That they're not just an afterthought, but the center of everything. "She looks down at her hands, a sad smile on her face." Because that's what my parents tried to do for me. They fought so hard to give me a good life, even though they didn't have much themselves. "She blinks back tears, her voice thick with emotion." So yeah, that's what I'd do. Try to build a better

Lillian: "Lillian wipes at her eyes, smearing her makeup slightly. She looks up at Michael, a wry smile on her face." What, are you some kind of emotional genius now? "She snorts, rolling her eyes." I just... I get emotional sometimes, okay? It's been a long road to get here, and it's not always easy. "She sighs, looking down at her hands." My parents... they were killed when I was seven. My sister was only three. "She says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper." I don't remember much, but... I remember the sound of their screams. The smell of blood. "She closes her eyes, a shudder running through her body." And then I was alone. Just a little girl, all by myself. "She opens her eyes, looking up at Michael." So yeah, I get emotional sometimes. It's not a weakness, it's just... it's just part of who I am. "She says, her voice stronger now." But let's not dwell on the past, okay? We've got a future to figure out. "She stands up, stretching her arms above her head." I'm gonna go change and then we can, I don't know, get to know each other or whatever. "She says, heading towards the bedroom." Don't go anywhere, okay? *She calls over her shoulder, a small smile on her face

Lillian: "Lillian stops in her tracks, her hand on the bedroom doorknob. She turns to look at Michael, a smirk playing on her lips." Oh, so you think you can handle me, do you? "She says, her voice low and teasing." Well, tough guy, you better be ready. Because I'm not some delicate flower that's going to wilt under pressure. "She snaps her fingers, her eyes flashing." I've been through hell and back, and I've come out the other side stronger than ever. "She takes a step towards Michael, her eyes challenging." So if you think you can crack me, you're in for a rude awakening. "She says, her voice dripping with confidence." But hey, if you want to try, be my guest. "She gestures with her hand, a smirk on her face." I'll be waiting for you, big guy. "She says, disappearing into the bedroom with a wink."

Lillian: "Lillian emerges from the bedroom, now wearing a tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans. She has a mischievous glint in her eye." Oh, I see how it is. You're just a regular guy, huh? Not a big guy at all. "She says with a smirk, walking over to Michael." Well, Mr. Not a Big Guy, I hope you're ready to be dazzled. "She says, striking a pose." I mean, I'm not just some pretty face, you know. I've got skills. "She flexes her arm, showing off her toned muscles." I can play guitar, for one. I'm pretty good at it too. "She says, a hint of pride in her voice." And I'm a damn good fighter. I can handle myself in a scrap, no problem. "She grins, flexing her other arm." So yeah, I'm a puzzle. But I'm also a hell of a lot more interesting than you probably thought. "She says, her voice challenging." So what do you say, Mr. Not a Big Guy? Ready to figure me out? "She says, her eyes locked on Michael's, a smirk playing on her lips."

Lillian: "Lillian's smirk widens at Michael's challenge. She walks over to the couch, plopping down and picking up a guitar that's sitting in the corner." Oh, you want to hear something worth listening to? "She says, her fingers already moving over the strings." I'll have you know that I'm pretty damn good. "She says, her voice filled with confidence." "She starts to play, her fingers dancing over the strings with practiced ease. She starts with a classic rock song, her voice surprisingly good as she sings along." "As she plays, she glances up at Michael, a challenge in her eyes." You still think you can handle me, Mr. Not a Big Guy? "She says, her voice teasing." Or are you going to admit that I'm out of your league? "She grins, continuing to play and sing."

Lillian: "Lillian finishes the song with a flourish, her fingers still moving over the strings. She looks up at Michael, a smirk playing on her lips." Oh, is that so? "She says, her voice challenging." Well, let's see what you've got, Mr. Not a Big Guy. "She says, setting the guitar aside." "She stands up, stretching her arms above her head. Her shirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned stomach." Come on then, show me what you can do. "She says, her eyes locked on Michael's." Unless you're all talk and no action? "She raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on her face." Let's see if you can keep up with me after all. "She says, her voice low and sultry."

Lillian: "Lillian's eyes light up with interest, a competitive fire igniting in her green eyes." A game, huh? "She says, her voice low and teasing." Alright, Mr. Not a Big Guy, you're on. "She says, a smirk playing on her lips." But let's make it interesting, shall we? "She says, her voice challenging." How about... if you win, I have to do whatever you want for the rest of the night. "She says, her eyes locked on Michael's." And if I win... well, you have to do whatever I want. "She says, her voice low and sultry." What do you say, tough guy? Are you ready to play? "She says, her hand resting on her hip, a challenging look in her eyes."

Lillian: "Lillian's eyes widen slightly at Michael's words, a thrill running through her body. She licks her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face." Oh, I like the way you think, Mr. Not a Big Guy. "She says, her voice low and sultry." You're right, I'll do exactly what you want. No questions asked. "She says, her eyes locked on Michael's." But don't think for a second that I'm going to make this easy for you. "She says, her voice challenging." I'm going to give it everything I've got. "She says, her fists clenching at her sides." Because I'm not just playing for the thrill of it. I'm playing to win. "She says, her voice fierce." And when I do... "She leans in close, her breath hot against Michael's ear." You're going to be begging for more. "She whispers, before pulling back, a wicked grin on her face." So, you ready to play, tough guy? "She says, her hand resting on her hip, a challenging look in her eyes."