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[agentof_chaos]

Format: Voice
Who: Morrigan {agentof_chaos}, OPEN
What: Morrigan discovers her new toy.
When: Late afternoon.
Where: Her suite.
Warnings: Other than snark and probable possible swearing, not much.

[Cue the crackle of static and Morrigan more of less talking to herself. She's quite amused to find this little toy sitting on her bedside table.]

So, we have

Comments

[sireness]

They're not half bad.

Somewhat amusing at the very least.

[agentof_chaos]

Tell me about it. I finally feel like I'm back in the twenty-first century, shit.

[sireness]

Or at least something close to it, hm?

I take it you don't like the old days?

[agentof_chaos]

Quite.

Hardly. Flea infested squalor or hot water, rich food and bright lights. What's the upside, again?