Journal of Morgan Adams

[This is Morgan, in a nice little house dress. She seems to have a radiant, healthy glow about her on account of the fact that she appears to be very, very pregnant. For obvious reasons, this also appears to distress her, seeing as how she didn't have a belly this size BEFORE she came into port, and most women with child get the upshot of being able to gradually settle into it.]

I think I need a doctor.

[She shifts nervously]

And I am seeing WAY too many tiny bodies in these family pictures, so sound off. How many children are in this house, and why in God's name is this woman having another one? 

Henry? 

I swear, you try to go for something safe and the flaws wind up inherent in the design.

...All right, so things are a little fuzzy. Tell me that I didn't swoon into someone's arms or anything remotely suggestive beyond that.

[Morgan is out on deck, which is seemingly unoccupied. She's successfully avoided bursting into song for this long and decided she was safe to pursue a little fresh air and as per usual she gets a little caught up in the view. It's her favorite part about this place. Her video feed cuts on when she leans against the deck and unknowingly puts a little too much pressure on some of the buttons. Damn modern gadgetry :| She hears the music first and smiles a little sourly, looking up at nobody and nothing in particular, like she does when she's directing something at the Admiral, with a sort of humorous Okay fine you got me kind of air. Her voice is soulful and nostalgic.]

( The sweetest dreams I've ever known are those of you and those of home. )

[The sound of a low "awooo" is heard and she looks down, bending to give Mason the basset hound a few affectionate strokes. When she stands again she notices the little red light on, makes a face, and clicks it off.]

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I think I'm in the mood for some big game hunting in the CES. Didn't do it often back home, but when you hit unsettled land and you're low on food? You improvise. Anybody else up for it? 

I figured some fresh kills might make for some interesting meals, at least.

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.

Henry, let's do something soon. Just the two of us.

I think I'm with everybody else when I say I'd like some shore leave soon. Maybe someplace with some music, good food and dancing. Not that the food here isn't great, but sometimes something a little exotic is fun, and I think we're all due for a little from the Admiral. Venice might have been crazy as sin, but at least we got a good party out of it.

I'd kind of like to go riding, too. I like horses, but I don't get to interact with them too often.

Finally what the Hell are Uno cards, and what happened to my normal deck?

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.

It's on fire, Giselle, WHY IS YOUR GIFT ON FIRE?