Journal of Morgan Adams

[Morgan's turning on her comm link -- apparently just as she booting someone out her door. A heavy rustle of cloth is also heard before she addresses any listeners.]

Some of you know how to ruin a perfectly good morning. If one more person talks about a flood, I'm gonna knock some skulls in. The Admiral says there's no flood? There's no flood. Why're some people acting weird? Don't know. Don't care. Maybe they cracked.

Speaking of which. Angelus? Your Inmate's kicking around a lot more guff than usual. Can't tell if that just means he's on his monthlies or that you did something right for a change, so illuminate me.

[Private Transmission to Major West]

You normal, soldier? You read like you still are, but considering half the barge is still acting strange, I might as well ask.

[ooc: Mirror!Morgan spent the night with Sam Tyler. (*edits in his last name when she realizes they still have two or three Sams on board*) She tends to be the sort that's very 'okay, I'm done with you, let's do this again sometime, here's your pants, now get out of my room' after nights like that. Checking her journal also made her a tad grumpy. Her loyalty to the Admiral is compounded tenfold here, buuuuut she secretly/actively encourages West to do his little underground things, but just expects that if the Inmates ARE going to revolt, that he is in charge and that he rules with an iron fist.]

Who the Hell lets their Inmate get hold of a gun?

[Private to Major West]

Major, it looks like they're both safe now. Alive at least.

Thank you for responding so quickly.

Anybody else on this barge sleeping terrible?

[Private to West]

Did that medicine I gave you help you sleep any?

Also -- I take it you've noticed that the Marquis is back in the med ward. Did you hear anything yesterday?

[Private to Charlie]

I'd like a word with you, if you don't mind.

I don't know how the Hell this barge got so goddamn out of hand in so little time. and if half of you people were doing your job, it wouldn't have. Gene, if you need any help, let me know what I can do.

[Private to Rube]

I see you confined Prince to quarters. Probably for the better after what happened.

He's singing awful loud though, don't you think?

(ooc: This is backlogged to whatever date that log by Ralphie and Charlie happened to be, just after)

Your Inmate just got his teeth kicked in. I sent the nurses from the hospital wing up to get him quiet and close up some of the holes in him, but I think you should give him a talking to once he's awake again.