Charles
▪︎ [FIRST SCENE BABEY]

◇ Day four, and she was already up to her nostrils in fear.

□ When she had been told she was being sent to a Swedish rehabilitation facility that would help her learn to live a productive, healthy life despite her severe physical limitations, Audrey had expected it to be relatively peaceful, perhaps even quaint. She'd heard stories of Scandinavian prisons, seen their luxurious interiors like high-end apartments, and heard of how few people returned to lives of crime afterwards, but as the fourth day came and sunrise turned to afternoon she found her body rigid and shivering with the fears that ran through her blood like radioactive tracers.

▪︎ She needed a place to relax, and she needed it quick.

○ So, she stepped outside in her regular summer outfit, which consisted of nothing but a knee-length white sundress and a wide-brimmed hat, and found a nice patch of grass to lay in, beneath the trees filled with birds and squirrels in constant warfare. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than sitting inside worrying herself into a pit of anxieties she couldn't haul herself out of.
Susan
There's something calm about the way that Morrow Song is. Be it their walk, their voice, their smile... There's just something there.

It wouldn't be hard to mistake it for some kind of dark-haired lion. In fact, its hair is so big that sometimes its face is barely even visible. Today is, by chance, just such one of those days. It's practically impossible to see its eyes under the mass of tangles. Does this person even try to style it?

Upon seeing Audrey, they slowly walk over, hands in their pockets. They haven't yet gotten the chance to make any friends here and, for the most part, they're quite eager to try. After all, there's really no telling just how long they'll be stuck here, and the idea of simply sitting around for years without getting to no anybody sounds quite tiresome and boring.

It doesn't seem quite so happy to be out in the sun. At least, compared to everyone else. Its shades sat atop its head, it wears a long pair of overalls, underneath which is a colourful t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly. The overalls themselves have a large frog patch on the front of them.

With a final step, Morrow brings one hand from out of their pocket and does a quick wave with it.

"Hey."
Charles
◇ Her head poked up at the sound of a newcomer.

■ "Oh, hiya!" Chipper and warm, her voice flowed from her tongue like rivers of ambrosia, milk and honey of the gods holding her every syllable and sound together. Looking up, she saw a bushy-haired individual standing about six feet away, dressed in frog motif overalls and a colourful shirt. *Pleasantly bright,* As she quickly put the look in her mind, sifting it into its own little folder alongside all the other bushy-haired frog lovers she'd known.

▪︎ Of course, they were only the second; she'd have two nickels, and it was *Weird* That she hadn't found more.

◆ "I love your overalls, hun!" She beamed, perhaps a touch too brightly, like a floodlight pressed to one's eyeball. "They're very cute. Love the frog patch; frogs are absolutely the cutest, aren't they?"
Susan
From what can be seen of their face, a large grin appears.

"Yeah, frogs are great," Says Morrow, sitting on the ground next to where Audrey is laying. Their smile doesn't fade at all as they speak. If anything, it simply grows. "I like how they hop about like little idiots."

As it reaches the ground, Morrow reaches down and quickly moves a couple of ants out of the way before planting itself onto the soft grass. However, at no point does its head turn downwards as if to look. Somehow, they noticed the ant without even looking at the ground.

"Nice evening out. I was expecting rain, but it seems quite clear."
Charles
◆ "Right?" Audrey enthusiastically replied, a grin spread across her freckled cheeks so warm it could melt ice. "They're empty-headed little lads, and they're shaped like rocks! I love them so, almost as much as I love rats."

□ Her voice was friendly and ethereal, a bit high and excited but overall a treat to the senses. Sitting with her legs crossed over each other in the grass, she leaned back against flattened palms and looked up into the trees again. Two squirrels, likely to be of the red breed, skittered about the trunk, and she couldn't help but giggle as she watched them chase each other. To Morrow, though, if they looked over at her at all they'd notice large vine-like growths all along her exposed arms and legs, lazily pulsing as the late afternoon sun kissed her skin and blessed her with one last burst of energy before it went over the horizon and left her in the dark off her own battery.

▪︎ She might have loved to see the sun rise, but seeing it set was bittersweet: necessary, but painful.

◆ "Yeah, it's really nice." She spoke, sight still trained on the squirrels in the tree overhead. "Nicer than it is back home, apparently. I guess it's... Something like 107° right now? It's blistering hot. At least it's kind of cool here, right?"
Susan
"That sounds bad," They say, chuckling slightly as they stretch their arms out to take in the nice air surrounding them. "It's nice here, though! I love this kind of weather so much."

A small glint of mischievousness seems to appear from under the mass of hair covering Morrow's eyes. It stares ahead, simply enjoying the air for a moment, before its hair suddenly begins to... Shrink? Within a second, its entire form has changed and the eyes that then turn to peer curiously at Audrey seem to be nothing other than those of Audrey herself.

"Man, you look just like me!" They gasp, before their appearance switches back to normal. They let out a small chuckle, plopping back onto the grass, arms stretched up towards the sky.
Charles
◆ "Right? It's so... Uh, are you okay?"

□ Looking over, Audrey was at first confused. The blindfold afro that had previously hung over the other's eyes began to retreat, and like a chameleon under line of fire their entire appearance shifted until, in front of her to her surprise and mild horror, they turned into a near-perfect clone of her. The chlorophyll growths weren't *Quite* The same, but it was still such a dead accurate look that the fearful yelp that left her mouth as she scurried away a bit were entirely natural. After a few moments this fear was replaced with amazement and sickened curiosity, the pit of her stomach filled with cyanide and her mind ablaze with questions.

▪︎ First off, though, she couldn't help herself.

◆ "Holy moly! I... I think I see why so many people used to hit on me back home." Perhaps lacking in modesty, but she herself was aware that she tended to tick about a billion different boxes on the eponymous 'are they attractive?' checklist, so the comment was natural. Once the other had shifted back to their regular look she scooted back over, legs flopped over each other loosely as she went. "But for real, that's amazing! How did you do that?"
Susan
Shrugging, Morrow continues to stretch their arms upwards.

"Badabing, badaboom, boop boop, kaplow!" They say, seemingly making the noises randomly as they let out a small chuckle of delight. "I don't know, really. I just can. It's cool, right?"

For a moment, it goes silent, turning its head to look at Audrey directly.

"I forgot to ask your name! I'm Morrow."
Charles
[I RETURN SINCE THE EVENT IS WRAPPED FOR THE DAY ]

◆ "Heh~" Audrey couldn't help but giggle at Morrow's antics, every boom, bop, and pow more charming than the last. Sure, she didn't know them very well – or, at all for that matter – but she liked the vibe, and that was enough. "It sure is! It's really cool, though I wasn't expecting it at first. Can you do it at will?"

□ Stupid question, maybe, but it was a genuine one. Before being shipped to Newton's Cradle, she'd encountered so few parahumans that she could have counted them on one hand, so now that she was surrounded in her kin she knew she'd be seeing a lot of goofy, wacky antics, or perhaps horror shows. Who knew? Laying flat in the grass, she looked less like a human and more like a druid of old, vines running up and down her body and her ginger hair glowing in the setting sun.

▪︎ Maybe it was her natural look, or her self-perception; either way, she looked plucked from the depths of nature and forced into contemporary society.

◆ "Morrow? Nice to meet you, then! I'm Audrey." She turned her head to face the other and smiled. "So, how long have you been here? I'm sure that's a question people ask in prison, right...?"

▪︎ Poor thing.
Susan
"A few days. I've only been here a few days. Also, to answer your other question, yes! I can do it at will. People like to compare my powers to a chameleon because, well, they're all things chameleons can do. Shapeshifting, 360 degree vision, and I can also make my hands and feet sticky to walk on walls and stuff. It's a lot of fun."

Morrow's voice sounds excited, as if this is the first time they've properly gotten to talk to someone here. Which it is. The only real conversations they've had with any other parahumans since arriving were in the group chat and, for the most part, that gets pretty stressful if they're in there for too long.

"How about you? How long have you been here? Also, I'm guessing you can do cool stuff too?"
Charles
◆ "Ooh, that's awesome!" Almost child-like in wonder, it was clear that the concept of a chameleon-like human struck something deep inside of her, a mixture of childhood dreams and evenings spent reading about chameleons and octopi and whatnot. "It definitely sounds fun. At least, a lot more fun than my powers, if you could even call them that. I got here a few days ago... Tuesday, I flew into Gothenburg? And then it was a short hop here. Honestly probably for the best that I'm here, even if I miss my family dearly."

□ Looking back up at the sky, she hummed lightly and thought about how best to describe her powers. Sure, since childhood she'd been blursed with these encroaching patches of vines beneath her skin, and thus had been bullied incessantly by the closed-minded and the mean, but even now she struggled to describe them without getting vague or nonsensical with her word choice and metaphors.

▪︎ So, after a few moments of humming and excusing herself, she finally had a half-decent idea.

◆ "So, you see these vines under my skin? The ones that cover about two-thirds of it all? Those aren't just birth defects, they're, uhm... Basically they're large patches of chlorophyll. I don't get anything from eating regular food, so all of my sustenance and energy comes from absorbing solar energy! I can also re-emit this solar energy and shape it into little balls, and grow little flowers from my skin, like..." Lips pulling themselves taut with focus, she sat up and laid her forearm against her thigh. There, in real time, Morrow would be able to see a chrysanthemum break through the glassy layer up top painlessly, growing to its full size before dropping off with a winded sigh. A few more moments of gentle guidance, and she grew a stem on it, as if it was *Meant* For hair. "There! Can I braid this into your hair? Weird question, but there's so much of it, I'm sure I could get it to stick through heck and high water."
Susan
During Audrey's demonstration, Morrow simply sits in wonder, watching curiously through the whole thing. The moment the chrysanthemum appears, a small gasp can be heard from Morrow's direction, and, upon hearing the request to braid the flower into its hair, it smiles widely and nods.

"Absolutely! It's so pretty. I really have no idea how something so beautiful got you sent here. I won't ask, though. That's probably too personal."

There is absolutely no malice in their words. Truly. They seem to be the words of a person who genuinely cares, despite their curiosity.
Charles
◆ "Goodie!" A bit too excited, but... She loved making flower crowns. Who could blame her? "I mean, uh... Woo! Anyways, it was so stupid. I climbed up onto the garage of an abandoned house in the neighbourhood I lived in back in Olypmia, but some woman with the Neighbourhood Watch called the cops on me. Thought I was up there to smoke weed or something. One thing came to another, and here I am! I miss my family, but oh well... Minus those spooky angels, I like it here so far."

□ Genuine. That's what she was as she spoke, telling the truth about how trivial her arrest and subsequent sentencing had been. "Honestly, it was less of a trial and more just... The lawyers sitting me and my family down and being like *Yeah, you won't see jail for this, but you said you struggle a lot with this... Gift, and we know a place in Sweden that specializes in your kind.* I decided it wouldn't hurt to see another part of the world and learn to live with my powers better, and so I willingly came here." She spoke as she scooted over and began to work at Morrow's hair, hands and voice soft and warm like freshly baked bread.

▪︎ And, so she set off to work, twirling wiry curls together and braiding the unruly strands until the flower she'd grown was firmly tied in.

◆ "There! I'd say it looks great on you; contrasts with your skin." She spoke, though a bit hesitantly out of fear of being seen as insensitive. "So, how'd you get sent here, if you don't mind me asking?"
Susan
As Audrey speaks whilst weaving the flower into Morrow's large hair, it sits and listens intensely to everything that she is saying. However, when asked this question, it freezes up for a moment, considering how best to explain what happened. In complete honesty, it's not even completely aware of everything that happened. All it knows are the basic details and series of events that led to their arrest.

"Ran away from home," They say, sighing lightly as they raise a hand to gently feel where the flower sits in their hair. "Used my abilities to evade the authorities, got out of the country... And then got dragged here after they caught up to me."

A cold shiver runs down their back at this, almost as if a cold hand has rested upon their back and trickled downwards.

"In my defense, home was horrible."