Oct 24, 2011 03:56
[Morrigan's been burning the midnight oil, and from the looks of things, it shows. An empty plate with the remnants of a sandwich on it, a partially eaten bag of potato chips, and an empty fruit juice bottle are in the area. Bookmarking a page in the book she's looking through, Morrigan closes it and then magics it out of existence.]
"What a waste. I shouldn't have bothered looking."
[She looks to the coffee table, where the various food and drink items are currently hanging out. With a sigh and a wave, the items are whisked away by a few helper bats. One of them picks up a wrapped chocolate bar and gives a curious squeak in her direction.]
"Hm? No, you don't have to throw that out. Thank you."
[Catching the bar as it's dropped, she arches an eyebrow. Unwrapping part of it and breaking off a section, she eats it.] "Odd that.."
[Morrigan blinks. Her mouth is still moving ("That I thought that.."), but her voice isn't reaching her ears. Or anyone else's, for that matter. She tries saying something else ("..What in the unholy name of..?") , and again, nothing. She's completely mute. Finishing the candy bar, she tosses the wrapper aside and then looks to the communicator. Gesturing towards her throat with a surprised and angry expression, the succubus snaps the communicator shut. Looking around for some paper and finding none, she rolls her eyes and stands, heading into the kitchen to check there.]
!event,
morrigan aensland