Journal of Morgan Adams

[Have a vision of Morgan casually reclining at her desk, closing the file in her hand and laying it on the surface in front of her with a nonchalant toss. A brightly colored scarlet Macaw is perched on the back of her chair, preening at his feathers but quiet.]

That's more like it, Admiral! I was hoping you'd put me back to work quickly.

[She now sits up properly and leans forward in her chair; the bird flutters his wings for a second before alighting to find a more sturdy place to rest.]

I'm looking for Dallas Winston.

[The Morgan Adams that appears on camera is exhausted with only a few stitches of the clothes she left in are still there -- some replaced with soiled but more modern staples and some obviously 21st century weaponry. Mixed with the dirt on her person there's also some noticeable blood. Her breath is a little shallow, like she's been running, or carrying something heavy.]

If some of you hadn't noticed -- I found him. We're home.

[A breath.]

I need a doctor.

(ooc: Soooo, Morgan wound up in 28 Days Later-verse and had to follow her compass some fifty some-odd miles to where West was. Killing infected along the way and trying to stay alive. Since she made much of the journey on foot and had to make many stops to take cover, and then only managed to find him as he was being killed, she's had a rough week. She shot Mailer -- probably more times than necessary, and dragged what was left of West's body through the nearest door to return home. But she's got a few injuries and field dressings that could stand to have a real med person look at them.)

[Private to the Admiral]

Admiral, I need whatever counts for camping equipment. Bed rolls. Flints. Water canteens. Tarpaulin. Enough for two. And a means for two people to carry it all.

Before tomorrow morning, if you don't mind.

[Public]

Henry, tomorrow first thing: put on some clothes and boots you won't mind getting dirty and meet me on the main deck.

To everyone else, you're not going to be seeing either myself or my Inmate for a while. Ask your questions or say your goodbyes tonight.

Ohhh, that doesn't sound good.

[clears throat]

Henry? Henry West and Billy -- whatever your last name is. Please respond!

JD? 

Admiral, If I can pride myself on anything, it's my ability to trust your judgment in most circumstances. But bringing Jim here and then having him disappear again? I don't know if it's occurred to you, but this is the THIRD TIME he's been here, and each time it seems to either prove every poor thought that West ever had of him while adding another few, or he's here for too little time to ascertain much about him at all.

I can't help my Inmate if you keep opening the wound, and not giving him any time to work through all of this or come to some understanding with an enemy? Really not helping him. All you're doing by dangling that boy in front of his nose is justifying his behavior and I'll not have anyone undermining my job here. Not even you. You're cheating him, and you're cheating me.

Not for nothing, but I need you to give me something I can show my Inmate. Anything to make him think you're true to your word about his men, at least, because what you're doing to him, and by extension making me do, is beyond the pale.

This is FUCKING RIDICULOUS.

I'm going to ask security's cooperation in enforcing a complete lockdown. All inmates not currently interned in Zero or here in the Infirmary: Get BACK to your cabins and I'll thank your Wardens to lock them behind you. No one is to be wandering the Halls without escort, and all working Inmates are to be accompanied to and from their shifts effective immediately.

And not one word of complaint from a single one of you or so help me GOD I'm going to hobble out of here and add to the body count MYSELF.

GET MOVING.

The snow, we got. But the cold? That's new.

Seriously, Admiral, is it even necessary? A little warning would have been nice, at least.

Also I'm not wearing this thing. It's ridiculous.

I'd love to help you guys with the mirror moving and such, but mine? It's kind of built into the wall. And huge. And I wouldn't hate the guy who keeps appearing on the other side but he's kind of So I'm just gonna throw a sheet over it and just not be in my room most times. Is that all right?

EDIT: Also, what are you people going to do about the mirrors in the Inmate lavatories?

Henry, has anyone come by yours and Billy's room yet?

And what's the infirmary doing for sleeping aids again? I wouldn't mind one. Just one. If I can get a full night's sleep, it'll tide me over for a while.

The Admiral should aim for a port, soon. Somewhere that we can see the ocean. I guess I'm feeling a little homesick all of a sudden. Besides, I'd love to see how some of the people here might fare on a real ship.

[Private to Rube]

I need to talk to you about the incident with Hannah Logan.

I need a headcount.

There have been a number of disappearances and departures recently, some explained and some not. All Wardens and Inmates that are able need to respond. Mention anyone you think is missing so they can be looked for.

(ooc: This isn't anything official. And I feel dumb for posting it, but this would have been the first thing Morgan would do.)