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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan has never, ever had a very good sense of time. Being crazy hasn't helped this, and she does realize this. However, she can't help but feel slightly panicky at that thought that in just over two months, she'll have to deal with Mordred.

No, scratch that. Mordred is a vague concept, an idea of a version of the one in the bar.

In just over two months, she'll have to deal with a baby.

So, she's downstairs. Normal table, normal chair, watching the Observation window and trying to forget that the being presently kicking inside her is actually someone, and something, that she'll have to deal with.

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It is just like Daisy Adair to bring it up again.

She denies having ever wanted children. If another reaper were to ask, she never did.

This is a lie, and one of the most solid lies Daisy has ever told.

Quietly, she asks, "How far along?" from nearby.

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Her soft voice absent,

"Nearly two months, miss."

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

Something about the air of the conversation causes a change in her usual mode of introduction. Possibly it's being called 'miss' -- she's never been good with formality.

"Call me Daisy. And congratulations."

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Morgan blinks, and straightens, turning to face the young woman.

"Daisy. And I'm Morgan."

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you," says Daisy, who is inclined to believe that it is, in fact, quite good.

Were she a mindreader she might be nervous.

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A little smile, and her too-dreamy eyes sharpen. Just a little.

"Thank you, though. For your congratulations."

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"You're welcome, of course."

She confides, "I used to want children of my own. Very much."

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Morgan considers her.

"You know, I never...really thought about children, not really." Her tone is serious.

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"In my experience," she says cautiously, "it's either something that happens without much thought, or something much desired and always missed."

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She looks rueful.

"That...sounds about right, really."

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

"I managed to learn a lot about people."

While pretending to be them.

"Can I get you something to eat, maybe?"

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"Um. I'm not actually that hungry...a glass of water, though...been down here longer then I thought, maybe."

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"Of course."

Recently, and possibly thanks to George, Daisy has been playing waitress.

(Her motivation is that Morgan is thirsty, and she wants to make her not thirsty.)

And she returns in a second with a coffee for herself and water for her companion.

[undignified]

Cue one distraction, in the form of a datapad -- something like a rather advanced palmtop -- being placed on the table with a tap.

"It was you I promised a game, right?"

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She jumps, and then grins.

"Aye, it was."

[undignified]

"Brilliant."

Wes grins back at her and pulls up a seat, glancing at the bump-that-is-Mordred before picking up the datapad again.

"Don't got a lot on here, cause I keep getting caught playing them during briefings, but let's see..."

He scrolls through the menus, then blinks and remembers to slow down, showing Morgan the screen as he finds a game. "Use the touchpad, y'see?" He makes it sound so easy. "Hmm. D'you want the really bad computerised sabacc, or the one with the falling bricks?

"Wow, I really don't have a lot of games on here."

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"...falling bricks." This could be a latant sign of destruction within her, or it could simply be that she understands what bricks are.

[undignified]

"Good choice," Wes says, squinting at the sabacc option one last time before selecting GFFA Tetris™

"'Kay. You push that button there to start, and watch the screen as you do it. The brick things fall from the top, and you drag a finger along the touchpad to move 'em, and tap it gently to turn 'em round so they fit into shapes."

Or something like that.

He hands Morgan the datapad as he explains all this.

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Morgan frowns as he attempts to explain, but nods anyway. Her first attempt...doesn't go so well, really.

Dark Ages, meet Star Wars.

[undignified]

Wes grins a little as he watches.

"See, have to try and make a row at the bottom, then it disappears. 's game over when the bricks pile up and hit the top cause you haven't made enough rows."

He reaches over and taps the screen to start another game for her.

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She bites her rather ragged bottom lip, nods, and tries again. She ends up muttering dark things in Ancient Cornish, but she's slowly getting the hang of it.

[undignified]

Wes usually swears in Huttese when playing video games. For a man who's only been to Tatooine once, he knows a lot of curses.

"There -- usually takes a couple turns to get into it. Watch out for when they speed up after a while though..."

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"Humph. That's not nice of them...oh! I did it, see!"

[undignified]

"Yup, well done," he says cheerfully, nodding at her. "See, you'll be on the high score table in no time."

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She beams happily at him.