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Morgan doesn't strictly need to sleep. Even if she didn't want to put up with the annoyance of constantly having a caffeine buzz and having to ask for coffee on almost every summon, there are naps. Naps can keep a daeva going for quite a long time.
But there's something unutterably pleasant about curling up in a proper bed in pajamas and just sleeping. And then waking up and getting breakfast in those pajamas. So she does that, because immortality's a long unpleasant time if you don't enjoy the little things every now and then. Like adorable bunny slippers and soft pajamas and sleeping in.
She's midway through a fruity salad thing that counts as the standard fairy breakfast when she feels the summon. Showing up to a summon in pajamas? Eh. If they're proper summoners she bets they've seen worse, and she doesn't particularly care if they think she's unprofessional.
She puts her spoon down and accepts the summon.
Fairy Revan in the Wormverse
notinoz
He rubs his temples. "Trying to train myself into it. Whenever the press or anyone uses any kind of gendered pronoun for them they make a point of causing us trouble. Part of the PR nightmare."
notinoz
"Ah, I see. High profile jobs, each showier than the last... Any idea why they'd do it? How old are they?"
She doesn't seem to have any trouble with the pronouns.
She doesn't seem to have any trouble with the pronouns.
"Glam. The PR nightmare is mostly how thoroughly they have been able to singlehandedly hand us our asses."
notinoz
"Ah," she says, trying to look like she doesn't find this statement funny and failing a little. "Well, I'll see if I can take care of it. Any information on where or how to find them, or shall I improvise?"
notinoz
"Current improvisation plan was to buy a set of christmas lights, pick an abandoned building, and string up the name Glam in big letters," she says serenely. "But I'd like to see if I can find them without attracting a lot of attention."
"It might be a good idea to not do that, Glam has enough enemies that they'll probably suspect it's one of them."
"White and featureless body suit, a white cape, a white glass mask with emoji shifting according to their facial expressions. Yes, that is also part of the nightmare."
notinoz
Morgan has enough self control not to giggle.
This does sound like someone she might like to recruit. Well. 'Recruit.'
"Well, it's distinctive. That makes this easier. I'll keep an eye out."
This does sound like someone she might like to recruit. Well. 'Recruit.'
"Well, it's distinctive. That makes this easier. I'll keep an eye out."
"Thank you." Pause. "Sh—they murdered a drug dealer, when they were just starting out, a year ago. That was the only time they did, though."
"They were claiming it was an accident, and the dealer's friends were too pissed to care, and kept shooting them. When paramedics arrived and we wanted to bring them in to discuss their options, they fled."
"They're presumed to have Tinker or Tinker-like powers, they used an advanced-looking gun to do it."
notinoz
"Hm. First time out as a cape, trying to get a handle on my powers, I have a shiny new gun that I think works one way, but hasn't been tested yet..." She trails off. "I'll look for them."
He nods. "You know, they wouldn't necessarily be arrested, we could work out some kind of probationary deal with them. No one pressed charges on account of the dealer."
notinoz
Nod. "What are the probationary deals like? Join the Wards, stick around until they're 18, if they aren't 18 already?"
"Yes. If they're over 18, they spend five years in probationary status, and then a year as a junior member of the Protectorate."
notinoz
But if they don't want to join the Protectorate...
"I'll talk about their options," she agrees.
"I'll talk about their options," she agrees.