[ Since the start of the week, Morgan seems noticeably on edge. She's not exactly been the most social, but she seems to be giving everyone a wider berth than normal. Is she giving everyone space? Is everything that's been going on affecting her? Hard to tell.
She decides to head to the boutique, seemingly looking for something other than warm clothing when she happens to cross in front of one of the mirrors. There's a tall man that comes into view, watching her with a stern expression. She stops once she notices him in her peripheral vision, and stares. She thought she had seen him out of the corner of her eye before, but she thought she was just seeing things. ]
You sure took your time. Do you know how long it's been since —
[ Her words die in her throat as she happens to look over the man's shoulder, seeing... someone else in the distance. They're turned away, and it's hard to really see who it is, but apparently it's enough for Morgan to recognize them as she goes rigid.
...
And then her fist collides with the mirror. Her hand is probably going to get pretty cut up pretty good, as there's already signs of bleeding, but she could really care less right now. ]
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[ Once she gets her hand bandaged up, she goes out to explore the new area. If she's bothered by the cold, she doesn't exactly make it known - she was just on the moon not that long ago, so this probably isn't really that terrible. She pokes around the different facilities, making an extra effort to avoid any of the will-o'-wisps. She'll nod in acknowledgement as she passes by or comes up by someone, raising her unbandaged hand in greeting. ]
It's strange how festive this place is. It almost feels... sad, somehow.
[ Which is just her on a constant basis, but whatever. ]
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[ Since the start of the week, Morgan seems noticeably on edge. She's not exactly been the most social, but she seems to be giving everyone a wider berth than normal. Is she giving everyone space? Is everything that's been going on affecting her? Hard to tell.
She decides to head to the boutique, seemingly looking for something other than warm clothing when she happens to cross in front of one of the mirrors. There's a tall man that comes into view, watching her with a stern expression. She stops once she notices him in her peripheral vision, and stares. She thought she had seen him out of the corner of her eye before, but she thought she was just seeing things. ]
You sure took your time. Do you know how long it's been since —
[ Her words die in her throat as she happens to look over the man's shoulder, seeing... someone else in the distance. They're turned away, and it's hard to really see who it is, but apparently it's enough for Morgan to recognize them as she goes rigid.
...
And then her fist collides with the mirror. Her hand is probably going to get pretty cut up pretty good, as there's already signs of bleeding, but she could really care less right now. ]
around
[ Once she gets her hand bandaged up, she goes out to explore the new area. If she's bothered by the cold, she doesn't exactly make it known - she was just on the moon not that long ago, so this probably isn't really that terrible. She pokes around the different facilities, making an extra effort to avoid any of the will-o'-wisps. She'll nod in acknowledgement as she passes by or comes up by someone, raising her unbandaged hand in greeting. ]
It's strange how festive this place is. It almost feels... sad, somehow.
[ Which is just her on a constant basis, but whatever. ]