Thelma, please feed the cat. I'm staying in my room today.

I wish Cal hadn't left.

[ooc: Morn killed an entire starship and all its crew with self-destruct and most of that crew were family. She'll be freaking out in the shower all day.]

Now what do I do?

( OOC cut to spare flist )

And how do I tell if it's male or female?

Can anyone help me get a cat and tell me where to get "MarioKart"?

[ooc: Cal says they help, so she's going to give them a try.]

( Deleted )

Why would anyone hide an anti-mutagen from the whole of the human race? Why would they expose us to alien genetic imperialism?

Will Nick kill Davies?

I'm sorry, for the cold, Thelma. I can't help the ice storm.

I'll just stay in my room until this passes.

I never thought I'd want to go home to get away from here instead of because I have things to do there.

Dr. House, your bedside manner is terrible, but you already know that.

Private to Vicious//Unhackable
I'm sending the latest data over. Let me know if there's anything specific I need to be following.

I don't know who you are, but I have a gun. Now just move.

[ooc: And what woman with issues about men doesn't love waking up handcuffed to a strange man? At least she sleeps in pajamas? And at least the man is Alfred.]

( Non-IC cut for text length )

Voice
We all would...

At least you tried, Vector.... I hope you're watching out for Davies.

[Her voice sounds distant, weak, but devoid of emotion.]

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I need... Is there an ambulance service? Coordinates follow.

I am so far from home, swept away by a pirate whose wants are things no maiden should be forced to even think upon.

I need a hero to rescue me from all that has befallen. Someone dashing. Not a pirate, a privateer. A man who will see my inner torment and take me away from all thought of it to be lost in him.

I want to give myself.

Who will be there to take me?

[ooc: >.< ]

Coffee
Eggs
Cheese
Milk (from real cows)
Bread
Apples
Shoulder holster
Onions
Noodles
Bandages
Bars for the windows
Heavier curtains
Cat
Sheets
Pillows
Pillow cases
Switchblade
San paper
Towels
Thyme
Chicken
Steel-reinforced safety door
Sugar
Flour
Cooking Oil
Peppers
Rice
Seaweed
Vinegar
Peace

No.

There was a time when the watchword was "to serve and protect," but the police have been perverted to "to serve and protect those in power." That's not how it's supposed to work.

I'm not going to tolerate this.

The curses just keep getting stranger. Those dresses yesterday weren't so terrible, though. It's easy to be anonymous when you're completely hidden. Terrible for security, you'd think. They're no foil to retinal recognition, but not all security systems are set up for retinal scans.

Private to Vicious
I'm sending over this week's data. Nothing particular stands out to me, but you may see what I didn't.

Thank you to the people who helped me or offered help yesterday.

I guess I have to give the blaster back.

I need a gun.

Please.

[The sound cuts in on the tail end of something that might have been a scream, but is now dissolving into a whimper and sobs.]

It's in me. Oh, God. Oh, God, it's in me.

I'm still human? How long does it take to work?

My skin's still normal. What if it's like that one on Enablement? What if they get it right? What if I'm the successful kaze?

I should kill myself before it starts to work.

What if it's working already? How will I know?

[ooc: Um... did I mention that Morn has Issues? >>;; One of these days real soon I'll have to do a writeup post on her canon and her mood swings. She's cursed with the big fear of her canon universe - genetic imperialism and assimilation by aliens called the Amnion.]

I don't understand.

Would someone please explain why there was a talking hat and what it means? I've looked up "Slither in" and "Griffin Door" but I don't see anything that makes it make sense.

( ooc blather on the house choice )

I survived Angus Thermopyle.

I tricked Nick "I never fucking lose" Succorso.

If I have to, I can do anything.

[murmured, slurred at the edges with pain]

Keep it together, Morn. It doesn't matter. Just turn it up and the it will go. It always goes. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

[ooc: Morn's unaware that this is being broadcast. Sadistic City.]

He's so delicate.

What is he?

[ooc: Morn's daemon is a luna moth.]