( OPEN ) system zero

[hating]

» WHO? Morgana + anyone who wants to get hit in the face with a communicator
» WHEN? 5/18, you know, around then
» WHERE? deck 6 corridors, observation deck
» WHAT? Morgana wakes up, thinks her communicator is possessed and then yells at the moons (Old Witch Yells At Space)
» WARNINGS? None, but I'll edit accordingly and warn in subject lines if anything comes up!


a; outside level 6 quarters

[ all things considered, this is not where she expected her soul to end up.

the cold, grimy floor of the deck corridor is not so unfamiliar to her that morgana is perplexed. no, it feels like somewhere she was before, and this dim lighting certainly doesn't help. there are key factors missing, and she uses those to ground herself. Don't forget about those things. It is not the same, she tells herself.

far less familiar to the girl is the device that buzzes. it comes alive, and it's looping message is curious. morgana thinks it's just someone speaking directly to her, and upon discovering it is not a person...

...the source of the noise, whatever this curious device is, must go. metal doesn't speak. morgana wastes no time in disposing of it.

by throwing it into the corridor.

you know, with her skeleton hand. there's a redhead with long braids lobbing her communicator down the corridor with such a disdain for the thing, you might think she was doing it for the vine.

hope it doesn't hit you in the face? ]

b; observation deck

[ the other point of offense was that hideous jumpsuit. morgana doesn't have spare clothing, though, so she raids the room she claims as her's, and can be spotted in the observation deck. the sheets off her bed have been pulled free of the mattress and wrapped around her like a cloak, covering most of her body. this is much more appropriate, she thinks - now, if she had a belt and some way to sew sleeves into it...

...but that's not why she's glowering out into space. her expression is hard, steely; she doesn't look particularly approachable. morgana is standing there, arms at her sides, one flesh hand exposed and one skeleton hand peeking out beneath the sheet settled over her shoulders. ]

...And I'm to believe there were two moons all this time? What sort of madman dreams up a world with two moons? I have to say, it's unique, at least.

[ she's calling it stupid. going quiet, the girl stands as still as a statue. she seems unaware anyone is at all present in the room with her...? ]

What are your ears for if not to listen? Decoration? I must say, my dear, I was hoping you might have an opinion on the doubling of that particular celestial body.

Comments

[potentite]

[He gasps, covering his mouth with a wide-eyed stare.]

Stars and garters! You know of her, too!

[hating]

I spoke briefly to the boy with dark glasses named Dirk.

[potentite]

Oh! Yeah, Dirk is my— [He pauses.] —Um friend. He's from the future after the Batterwitch wiped out humanity! I am not, though. I'm from before settled into power and stuff. Strider probably described it better than I could.

[hating]

So it seems.

[ as in, yes, dirk was more of a help? morgana is mean. ]

What do you mean when you say "species"?

[potentite]

[Oh right, Morgana seems to be from the past. Even more past than he is compared to his friends anyway.]

Um, we lump things into different groups based on similar features! So... 'humans' are a species. And dogs are a species. Trees are a species, too. Species just means something like... a group of really similar living things. And then um we can break it down more, too, like... different types of flowers are all different even if they're flowers. Stuff like that!

[hating]

I am aware of species and it's meaning, my dear.

I was under this impression you tyrant you spoke of was a human. Do you consider her ilk separate?

[potentite]

[He flushes. Okay, not that far in the past.]

Ah! Yeah, she's an alien from outer space. She's a sexy fishlady in spandex with big hair and even bigger horns! Oh and she has mind control apparently.

[hating]

[ morgana regrets asking about homestuck??? ]

Wash your mouth. I'm not sure I'm ready for more rantings and ravings of a lunatic, so I must ask you. How much of this do you believe?

[potentite]

Sorry ma'am! [He didn't mean to call her sexy she just is??] But um... well I believe all of it! Dirk told me it and I believe him. And well... I was kind of out of it at the time but a whole lot of things happened and she was involved somehow!

[hating]

So, between you two, Dirk is the brains of the operation. The real madman.

[potentite]

Well, he is absolutely smarter than me, yes? That is without a doubt. I don't think he's mad though.

[hating]

Considering you believe the tales he spins for you, I could already guess you didn't.

[potentite]

He's my friend, so of course I believe him. He told me all this on my thirteenth birthday as a matter of fact as part of my present!

[hating]

And how old are you now? You're quite spry, perhaps no older than seventeen years. No?

[potentite]

Indeed I am still a lad. I'm sixteen, ma'am!