<div class="floatleft">(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx208/kookalouris/Cheshire%20Cat%20head_zpsafmlm5ng.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Morgan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12159791#msg12159791)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Approaching Meeting Site/Nervously meeting other members of cell.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Physical Stress: </strong>[ 1 ] [ 2]<strong> [ 3 ] </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan would like to have blamed her router for their abrupt summons but, later, she would probably admit it was her own inexperience.  Living brains were so good at self-deception, a likely necessary evolutionary cushion against their own mortality and imperfection.  In any case, there wasn't enough time to properly prepare or equip.  There never was against the possibility, however distant, of extinction.<br/><br/>She started with her own flesh.  Not much more than a century ago, her<em>body</em>would have been an inseperable part of herself.  But now, Morgan's<em>morph</em>was simply a tool, a means to an end.  A recent talk with 'Mother' had made Morgan unconsciously adopt MORRIGAN's iconic form and gender.  It had once been Morgan's.  But that time was past.  She was now only wearing a stubborn memory.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">MORRIGAN's iconic avatar and Morgan's occasional 'suit'</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx208/kookalouris/2e1877602a38d00a9173bd18d41be802_zps5becgnyp.jpg)<br/><br/></div></div><br/>A blink of concentration and the pale brunette with coiling, knotting Celtic tattoos shifted into the pink-and-purple furred Cheshire Cat.  At least it did after a brief, flexing struggle.  Now to concentrate on the traitorus tail.  Morgan's first biomorph was a neo-octopi and the tail still seemed to think it was a tentacle.  The antique garter belt served its purpose once clipped to her leg.  The tail should 'behave' for at least an hour.<br/><br/>Another minute of focus and the mirror showed her flesh rippling into Mother, the Cat (the biomorph was back in Demo mode) and then that attractive man a few doors down.  Physicality was so confusing.  Again, Morgan had the willpower to change<em>his</em>body into a non-descript averaged human face and hermaphro<em>slight</em>barely-gendered form.<em>Success!</em>It was holding.<br/><br/>Dressing was next.  She put on the flawed smart clothing, currently set to Celtic Trenchcoat.  The bright cloth had been at a substantial discount when Morgan bought it.  The previous owner probably thought they were going to recycle it but the damaged, capricious clothing had spoken to Morgan.  It was a kindred spirit.  Mother's gift of the golden torc was the capper.  After that, they gathered together what equipment should could find and that they and Firewall was able to scrape together.<br/><br/>In the mirror, Morgan could see tiny versions of themself falling out of their ears.  Tiny Shadow Morgan and Animus Morgan (now struggling with a neuter gender) walked across Morgan's shoulders in all of their AR glory.  Animus didn't quite understand the slight gendered cut of the coat and Shadow was just being sarcastic.  Morgan sighed.  Other people had normal muses.<br/><br/>Plants watered and swarm cats fed, Morgan left.  The mesh had instructions on Morgan's wishes for their care should they not return.  And now they could fully focus on their future.<br/><br/>Later...<br/><br/>Morgan approached the meeting place with trepidation, wanting to fade away.  In fact, they flickered back and forth between visibility at times, leaving only darting eyes and a nervous smile visible.  But Morgan was determined to show up for their new cell, in every sense...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Meta/OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">1.  If I've made a mistake in the post above, let me know and I will correct it if I can.  Otherwise, I would appreciate any fixes, ThisOldGal.<br/>2. Hi, everyone!  I'm happy to be here and I am grateful to all of you for the extra patience and effort to fit me in.  I'm looking forward to playing with you all (in more than one sense).<br/>3. In general, Morgan is new to this (like their player) and simply wants to help and do right by the group.  Barring a very good plot reason, it can be assumed Morgan will go along with the group.<br/>4. At this first post, I don't know what Morgan would be equipped with.  In normal circumstances, Morgan travels light but I assume either they or Firewall has at least minimal personal resources for this mission.<br/>5.  As I am not quite sure of the situation, I am leaving the post with Morgan vaguely approaching the meeting site.  I assume there are ways of discreetly locating and verifying their cell mates (and they can do the same for Morgan).  Morgan will be as discreet as they know how to be when approaching an unusual rondevous.  I will play off of whoever interacts with Morgan first (friends or enemies).  Or, if it suits, Morgan would be patiently waiting if they are the first to arrive.<br/>6.  From the post above, you can see that Morgan does not have the best control over their new morph.  They will blame it on simply a bad case of a new morph but it seems more severe than that.<br/>7.  Morgan's intent is to adopt a bland face and indifferent sex for the morph but they often subconsciously shift into mirroring those on Morgan's mind.  This is, among other things, a chance to for Morgan to adopt other player's ON/OFFs to the limit of the Makeover trait.  Though right now is probably not the time to explore that.<br/>8.  I'm guessing that Morgan's crazy tail and morphing exterior don't really cost any points as they are offering no real advantage (in fact, they are quite inconvenient).<br/>9.  Morgan's muse manifests as tiny little humanoid versions of Morgan (to start with) walking or crawling on Morgan.  This is nothing more than AR trickery and shouldn't startle any post-Fall denizen (although they might think muse and owner are a little wonky).  The muse won't interact with others unless directly addressed but then will be generally very polite.<br/>10.  That's all I can think of.  Ask me any questions and thanks again for letting me onto the playground...<br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/>