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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan is at her apartment, in the living room. She looks groggy, but shakes most of it off. Her bat wings are out and she's eying the watch.]

"My memory is hazy, but I know one thing: I need energy."

[With an unladylike thud, Morrigan falls onto her back, almost out of view of the communicator.]

"Why are my levels so low? Does anyone else feel this way?"