My bunny slippers just ran for cover

[will_you_still]

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.

Comments

[will_you_still]

Charming. She'll see if she can work with that, but - this seems like a good blank slate. Everyone's going to be completely terrified of her at first, but she thinks 'not literally eating people' is a pretty solid improvement over the last person in charge.

She calls the Protectorate, and asks if they have any information on Moord Nag they'd like to share with her.

[peterxy]

If she put her mind to it she'd probably be able to deal Triumvirate-levels of damage. That's about as much as they know.

[will_you_still]

Right. Nobody cares about Namibia. Ugh.

Do they think she's too dangerous for the Birdcage and should summarily be shipped off to space, or should she try to haul her back to prison? (She'd much prefer to kill her, but she's trying to make nice with the Protectorate.)

[peterxy]

The Protectorate would not be super happy with her in the Birdcage, no, since she would probably kill everyone there and possibly use the power obtained to escape.

[will_you_still]

Yeah, fair enough.

Well! Instead, Moord Nag gets to die. Morgan's pretty okay with this.

But before she goes and does it: does she have enough funds leftover for a series of satellite phones to hand out to villages to get a slightly shoddy but technically functional warning network set up for managing her territory?

[peterxy]

...no, not really.

[will_you_still]

Yeah, she kind of figured.

Right then. Major bounties besides the Slaughterhouse Nine that could get her some money?

[peterxy]

The Blasphemies are pretty major.

[will_you_still]

Let's research them, then! Can she potentially space them all?

[peterxy]

...potentially. Their powers aren't all that well understood. There's something about manipulation of dead matter, and illusions, and a pocket dimension, and apparently if one's alive so are the other two.

[will_you_still]

Hmm.

The pocket dimension and illusions are worrying.

Does the Protectorate want to, say, help her go space them?

[peterxy]

Nnnot on such short notice, no. If she'd like to wait to strategize with them, potentially. But given that the Blasphemies are mostly Europe's problem, that might take a while.

[will_you_still]

She can wait to strategize with them. Much as she dislikes waiting to go kill Moord Nag, she wants her takeover to be neater much more. If she can smoothly take over without causing many ripples or causing her neighbors to think it's a good idea to go take her on, she can devote more attention to digging wells and creating a stable country, which will ultimately save more lives in the long run. Sorry, people that get eaten by Moord Nag.

Though it does depend on how long they'll take for it. Are they going to take too long?

[peterxy]

Yes.

[will_you_still]

Ugh.

Screw this, she despises red tape.

She shows up at the Houston PHQ.

[peterxy]

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asks.

[will_you_still]

"Yes, hi, I'd like to talk shop with Eidolon." Pause. "I'm Morgan, by the way."

[peterxy]

"Eidolon is out on patrol, at the moment."

[will_you_still]

"I can wait for him to come back," says Morgan brightly. (Ugh. Patrolling. What a waste of everyone's time.)

[peterxy]

"He will be informed of your presence."

[will_you_still]

"Sure. Thank you very much."

She goes to the waiting room, picks up a magazine, and starts casually reading. In full costume. Completely ignoring any stares.

[peterxy]

And stares there will be, until the receptionist asks her to come with this nice PRT lady somewhere.

[will_you_still]

And she will happily go with the nice PRT lady!

[acanofworms]

The nice PRT lady brings them to a meeting room where Eidolon is waiting, arms crossed, looking out the window. He turns to look at Morgan and nods. "Hello."

[will_you_still]

"Hello," says Morgan, like walking into the PHQ and asking for Eidolon is the most ordinary thing in the world. ... She seems to be making a habit of this kind of thing.

"So, how free are you to come play hooky with me? I don't know what demands the Protectorate makes of your time."