[And here is a Moa in some old clothing - they look a little like what she is passing for pajamas. Her hair has been tied up in several spots, making this a little comical - and there's also a small black fuzzball on top of her head.

SHRIIIIEEEEEEEK.]

[The communicator snows for a few moments, and shuffles against cloth. Then Moa's voice comes on, hesitant.]

Good...

[pause, for a watch check.]

...morning, Discedo.

[she takes a few soft breaths.]

Miss me?

This place looks terrible. Where's my Inventory Club?

[ooc: SHE'S BACK IN BLACK DISCEDOOOOOOO~]