[When Morgan turns on the video feed, she's fully decked out -- in her best coat, covered in belts and holsters much as she has been in the last port. She's not looking at the screen, but rather up and around at something she clearly can't see.]

Three years, Admiral, that I've been here, and I've been absolutely loyal, and I have always trusted you ( Read more... )

I can't do this anymore.

(ooc: This is all that Morgan managed to write after sitting in front of her journal, fuming, for about half an hour. She started to write more, but it just didn't make it onto the page.)

Y'know I've gotten so used to changing during that flood, myself, that I kinda forgot how much fun it is to watch everyone else run around for a change. ...No more than a couple at a time, though. Cute as some of you are when you're little, you're fucking terrifying as a swarm. You'd think I would have remembered what it was like in Pleasantville. ( Read more... )

You could have at least put a few bottles or something in the kitchen for people to nick out of, Admiral. Sometimes this sobriety stuff is for the dogs, and I think you know that.

Is everything running all right in the kitchen? Supplies replenish in a few days, right?

( [Everybody But Davros Filter] )

Are people finding warm places okay? There isn't someone here that's still just making due with an extra blanket, is there? Henry? Are you and Billy holding over all right? JD?

[Private to Rube]

That was fun the other night.