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TEXT | Kara + Momgan

Kara: Do I even want to know how long its been since you've rustled another person's jimmies?

Kara: It's fine if she has... I guess. I just.. I dunno. I shouldn't think about it. Thinking about it makes me sad and the last thing I need is to feel sad during the holidays..

Kara: Oh hey, did I tell you that they FINALLY sent Andrew to go rot in a cell for the next 120 years? Downside is they fully want me back at work and on assignments but I... I don't think I'm ready to go back into the field.

Morgan: About twenty four hours ago. Met a nice French tourist. I can't remember if his name was Jacques or Jean though.

Morgan: There is no sadness, only egg nog. You can't stop your brain from thinking things but you can think about other things to not think about the other things you don't want to think about that much. That make sense?

Morgan: He deserves at least one thousand but hopefully he dies slowly and painfully in prison before then anyway. I'm happy that's one less thing we all have to worry about.

Morgan: Kara, if you're not ready you should tell your superiors that. I highly doubt they would want you out there if you're not fully prepared to. It's dangerous work as it is.

#text: kara

TEXT | Kara + Momgan

Kara: I know I do. Someone flirted with me the other day at the gym and it took everything I had in me to not wince. It just feels wrong.

Kara: Do you think she's... She hasn't moved on, has she?

Kara: If so, I'm definitely going to need a lot of egg nog.

Morgan: It's okay that it feels wrong. It's okay not to be ready to go that route with someone else. Don't feel like you have to be just yet.

Morgan: (give her my number tho)

Morgan: Nah, I don't think so. I mean, to my knowledge she hasn't been with anyone else, anyway.

#text: kara

TEXT | Kara + Momgan

Kara: Oh thank fuck.

Kara: I mean...

Kara: Thank you. :|

Kara: It means a lot to me that you're so good to me, Morgan. A whole hell of a lot.

Morgan: I know you don't believe it, but you deserve to be treated well. Especially after all the hell you've been through. If I'm able to give you a nice and happy Christmas then that's the best present I could ask for.

Morgan: If not, we can always just get drunk on egg nog.

#text: kara

TEXT | Kara + Momgan

Kara: Hey, uh... Odd question but uhm. Do you think you've got room for me during Christmas? Cris and I used to.... And Lauren and Zach need their first newlywed Christmas day together. I know we are going to spend Christmas eve together at the stupid party Zach is throwing but I just... I don't want to spend Christmas day alone. And I feel like if I ask Nic, I'll just get wasted and wake up in bed with someone I shouldn't be in bed with.

Kara: If you are busy with your family, that's fine too.

Morgan: I always have room for you. And you read my mind because I was going to invite you anyway.

Morgan: I'm gonna have a Christmas get-together at my place with the family. Ophelia's gonna be there too. We can all get fat on Japanese Christmas cake. And my Mom's lasagna. You can stay as long as you'd like.

#text: kara

text || spock

Cristina: I am incredibly reliable, and will be held to my promises. You could perhaps try to purchase the label from the multinational beverage company that currently has this rum product to see if that would make you sick of it sooner.

Cristina: I really feel as if you took away something different from my list of interests than I did. The law degree was always just to become more well-rounded...

Cristina: Yes, it is one of my interests, but going back to school is not in the plans. Connections are nothing if they cannot be backed up, and all of my projects lack finesse.

Morgan: Alternatively, I could just buy the whole company and get my face photoshopped onto the pirate's body. Then everything would come full circle.

Morgan: I think of random shit for a living. You're welcome. With the combination of a flapper dress and flappin' around the courtroom while defending your clients -- you'd be unstoppable.

Morgan: Nonsense, school isn't /mandatory/. There are plenty of opportunities out there. Some people like great ideas more than credentials on a piece of paper. If you have actual projects, I could always help you refine them. It's impossible to just snap your fingers and have an intricate, flawless design in one go. Especially in that field. All it takes is just one great idea.

#text: cristina

text || spock

Cristina: It is not too late to rebrand. Please let me know if you would like for me to help you with the paperwork.

Cristina: I enjoy doing many things, but having to do them for 35 to 65 hours a week might not be feasible. How do you become secure and powerful with 1920s cinema, scheduling & organization, and telling people how to fix their non-emotional problems?

Cristina: It is highly likely things would have been easier if I had gone to CalTech and gotten that comparatively non-stressful engineering degree.

Morgan: Good to know who I can rely on if I ever experience an identity crisis. I've went by the Captain Morgan brand for too long. Maybe when I'm old and tired of rum I'll reconsider.

Morgan: It's absolutely possible to become secure and powerful with that! Maybe you could be in crisis management in an 20s-inspired work wardrobe. Or an event planner. In a 20s-inspired work wardrobe. Or a 20s-inspired lawyer. You can do a lot dress like you're from the 20s, I'm realizing.

Morgan: Maybe it would have been. But imagine the people you wouldn't have met if you stuck with the old boring Commonfolk way of life. Is engineering something you're actually interested in though? Because I have connections.

#text: cristina

thelastlansing‌:

As the ice cream she’d just devoured found its way out of her stomach, Kara could feel Morgan’s presence behind her. In her mind’s eye, Morgan transformed to Andrew, gun in hand. Her eyes closed shut tighter as the waves of nausea subsided, trying to stop her brain from glitching and seeing the wrong person. As she pulled away from the bin, she wiped her mouth and looked up at the figure who was looking down at her.

Andrew. Morgan. No, it was Andrew. Wait… Morgan. Squeezing her eyes shut again, Kara took several deep breaths and tried to calm her mind. As she looked back up at the almost glitching shape of the person above her, it finally settled into one person; Morgan. “I don’t… You’re not. You’re Morgan. You’re not… Him.” Taking another deep breath, Kara moved towards Morgan and collapsed against her. She shook slightly as she put her fingers back onto her neck, feeling the raised skin.

“What’s on my neck, Morgan? Tell me what the hell is on the back of my neck!”

Morgan bit her lip as she waited for Kara to respond. Freaking out herself wasn’t going to help the situation. She locked eyes with Kara, who seemed to be processing that she was looking at Morgan and not someone else. She must’ve just seen something. “Yeah, it’s just me. No one else is here, Kara. Just us,” she assured her.

Brynn was right. Kara had been branded. Green eyes studied the shape of what appeared to be two letters -- “T” and “F” -- with what appeared to be the image of a man on fire in the middle. A sickening feeling bubbled in her stomach. What had they done to her? She momentarily forgot that Kara had demanded she tell her what it was. She snapped out of her trance. “It’s a... mark. Of some sort. Here, let me get my phone so I can show you.” She pushed Kara against the wall so she had some support before getting up to get her phone from the coffee table. She returned quickly and snapped a photo of the mark. She did want to show Kara -- but she also intended to keep the picture for herself for later. With her mind, she transferred a copy of the photo to her laptop in her bedroom. “Look.” She gave her phone to Kara for her to see. “Kara, they... marked you.”

#convo: kara #brotp: skittles for your thoughts

thelastlansing‌:

Kara nodded at Morgan. She was doing better with the whole not flinching when people came near her thing. As Morgan continued to talk to her, she knew that she was right. However, something that Morgan said caused Kara’s eyes to glaze over, her back going immediately straight as a memory crashed into her. A nightmare. ‘In the flesh’.

She wasn’t in Morgan’s apartment. No. She was being held down, her hands tied to ropes as she was bent over what looked like fire. It was hot, hurt her face, licked at her skin. Fifteen figures crowded around her, wearing dark purple robes, hoods pulled over their heads. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, only knew that they kept repeating the one sentence over and over again. And then… Searing pain. Her neck burned and melted as her skin seared in white-hot pain. Kara tried to scream but no sound came out. Someone or something was dampening the sound that came from her. The people continued to crowd around her, coming closer and closer. It was as they all moved to place a hand on her that she heard the words clearly. “In the flesh we gift you new birth.”

Kara snapped out of her trance, crashing backwards off the couch and scrambling away from Morgan. Her pulse raced as her eyes frantically searched the room for the people that hurt her. Fingers quickly flew to the back of her neck, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn’t feel anything. Her heart sank as she felt the raised skin of what only could be the brand she’d felt from her memory. She reared back, bile rising up her throat until she was crawling quickly to the small trash bin and throwing up the contents of her stomach into it.

The complete lack of a response from Kara after Morgan spoke and the change in the other woman’s expression caused Morgan’s face to drop. Something suddenly felt wrong. “Kara? You oka--” Suddenly the other brunette started scrambling away, making Morgan’s heart jump. She got up, but didn’t immediately go after Kara. She looked terrified, like she was looking for someone that wasn’t there. What the hell was going on? “Kara, what’s wrong? It’s just me!” Then Kara puked into a nearby trash bin. As Kara’s face was in the bin, Morgan took her cue to get closer to the other woman. Slowly, in case any sudden movement would make her freak out again.

“Kara...” She knelt down beside Kara. She felt useless. She had no idea what to do. How to make Kara feel better. How to un-do whatever was done to her. Her friend was suffering in front of her and she couldn’t do anything about it. “Talk to me.” Her hand hovered over Kara’s back, but she hesitant touching Kara. She didn’t know how Kara would react if she did. “What’s going on?”

#convo: kara #brotp: skittles for your thoughts

text | brynn +morgan

Brynn: Morgan, the reason why I'm wanting you involved is due to your tech ability, your closeness to Kara and the fact that I believe you can remain impartial. Kara is not the same as she was from before. Her psych evals and brain scans are proof of that. Not to mention, she didn't try to murder my coworkers before being taken.

Brynn: You ever want to go private sector, give me a ring and I'll see if there's something I can do. That's luckily where we come in. We have ways of tracking these... Individuals.

Brynn: Just try and make sure that Kara isn't alone at home. She insisted on no protective detail and we're worried that Andrew might seduce someone into doing his dirty work for him. He's not above murder.

Morgan: But the real her in somewhere in there. I /know/ she's never going to be the same, but, there are parts of her still there. And I'll do anything to help keep those parts of her alive. If getting these fuckheads who hurt her helps her, then I'll help you any way I can. You can bet on it.

Morgan: You let me know when you find something and then I'll try to see what I can find based on that. Whatever /that/ is.

Morgan: Considering he killed her once, I wouldn't put it past him either. I'll make sure she's not alone.

#text: brynn

text | brynn +morgan

Brynn: Curious.

Brynn: I've already called off three details after, well, she almost killed two of my men when they got caught by her.

Brynn: Thank you, that would be helpful. I can have one of our analysts look at it. Although, given your background, I feel like you already have.

Brynn: I'm sorry Morgan. Andrew Kane, in Kara's absence, became very connected. That amount of connections have bought him his freedom, for now. But I promise you, we will get him in the place he belongs--the ground.

Morgan: That isn't her. I don't know what they -- whoever /they/ are - did to her but the Kara I know isn't violent like that. Please, just let me be your only source for this. I don't want anyone else getting hurt.

Morgan: A new set of eyes never hurt anyone. I've looked at every second of that video but haven't gotten any leads. But I'm not much of a detective, anyway. Whoever's behind this, they're completely off the grid and if I can't find them by tech I can't find them at all.

Morgan: I believe you. No way he's getting away with this. The only thing worse than a hunter is a witch who works with them.

#text: brynn

text | brynn +morgan

Brynn: I thought you knew. Sorry.

Brynn: So she did tell you some of what she remembered but she didn't tell you about the branding. Odd. As for the First--How would you feel about working with me on this case? I know you're a big CEO in, where is it, Tokyo?

Brynn: I've got other Wardens wanting in on this but the last thing I need is someone trying to invade Miss Lansing's personal life. Especially because her latest psych eval as labeled her as 'fragile mental state'.

Brynn: Also I would suggest that maybe its better if family kept an eye on Kara. They're wanting to put a protective detail on her now that Andrew Kane has been released on bail. His trial isn't until the end of the month and they are worried she might try to get her own version of the death penalty on him before he has a chance to his conviction.

Brynn: Sorry if this is a lot of info, I would have rather called but I'm told that that's a bit forward of me.

Morgan: She... didn't tell me anything directly. Everything I know I heard from her sister.

Morgan: I would do anything to help Kara. I'll work with you on this, but I don't want anyone else going near her. She's been through enough and the last thing she needs is to feel like she's being watched.

Morgan: I have a copy of a video of the people who "helped" her. That should be a good place to start.

Morgan: Wait a minute, what the hell do you mean he's been released? On BAIL?! How does he even have that option?! He's a fucking traitor!

#text: kara

text || spock

Cristina: That makes sense, Morrigan.

Cristina: The analogy is imperfect, but I understand and appreciate it.

Cristina: I am less happy so much as comforted. It is helping... I think... But I still lack purpose. What is your purpose?

Morgan: Sudden realization my life would have been so much cooler with a name like Morrigan.

Morgan: I always believed my purpose was where I'm at right now. Making a name for myself in the technomagic industry.

Morgan: Finding purpose usually starts with what you feel passionate about. What do you genuinely enjoy doing?

#text: cristina

text | brynn +morgan

Brynn: Ah, I see. No, no, she's fine. Or rather, that's what she'd like me to believe. Upon calling her she redirected me to what I can only assume was a sex-hotline.

Brynn: She's currently under investigation after her, uh, 'being dead' incident. It's come to our attention that Ms. Lansing was branded. We want to know by whom. I was hoping you could shed some light.

Morgan: That sounds like Kara to me.

Morgan: Wait. I'm sorry. She was BRANDED?

[Ten seconds of freaking out later]

Morgan: She taken by some psychos named William and Abby. No idea the last names. They were trying to brainwash her into becoming a servant to something called 'The First'.

#text: brynn

thelastlansing‌:

Her eyes drifted to the couch cushions, not really sure she could meet Morgan’s gaze. ‘Maybe afterwards you’ll find each other again’. She quickly stopped staring into oblivion, heart dropping as she looked at Morgan in shock. “You… I uh…” Kara cleared her throat, eyes tearing up as she got off the couch. Her palms were clammy as she wiped them on her pants, moving to stare out of Morgan’s window. “Tess said that exact same thing to me a long time ago. I sometimes forget that you two were…” She bit her lip, looking down at her hands, twisting her fingers over one another. “You loved her, didn’t you.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. She’d have to be blind to not have seen how Morgan was after Tess died. “But you never… Her and Vivian…. Did you ever tell her?” Kara looked up at Morgan, lower lip trembling.

“What if I let her go… What if I let her go and she finds someone else? Someone who can be everything I’m not.” She didn’t wait for an answer, her mind too much of a jumbled mess to stay quiet long enough to hear one. “Sam sai–Dr. Maddox… He said that I’m getting better but that my brain is lighting up every time I think one thing. And that’s why he hasn’t let me stop the therapy sessions.” Licking her lips, the younger witch looked back out the window. “Each time he asks me if I wished I had stayed dead on that field… My brain lights up. Not with anger or sadness. It lights up with… Hope.” A sharp inhale. “Because I keep wishing and hoping and praying that this is a dream. That way I could stop haunting you all. I’m not dead, Morgan. But I am your ghost.”

Morgan’s heart dropped at the mention of Tess. Of course Tess had said the same thing. She and Morgan were always on the same exact wavelength. They were different in a lot of ways, but also similar. They were like two pieces of a puzzle that matched perfectly. Their friendship was so intense that it felt like decades compacted into a single year. Morgan looked down. She didn’t like to think about that aspect of their friendship. The part she tucked away in herself. Why that was, she took a long to accept. It was similar to why she wasn’t with Derek. Why she didn’t try to be with anyone else. But also, their friendship meant more to her than any silly crush. And even if she had considered telling Tess, it would have been too late -- she had been with Vivian. “No,” she shook her head sadly. She wasn’t entirely sure if she actually regretted it or not. Would it have mattered if she had told Tess? It would’ve ended the same. A bullet in Tess’s brain. “She was my best friend in the whole world, and I wouldn’t change anything about that. Her and Vivi were perfect for each other. And I like to think now, wherever they are...” She sighed. “They lucked out getting to spend the rest of eternity together, free of this mess that’s this world. But I know she’s looking after us too. She can’t help herself. She cares way too much. Damn Canadians,” she chuckled.

She sat there on the couch, listening intently to Kara. She felt useless, even though she knew she couldn’t just snap her fingers and make the other woman’s pain disappear into thin air. She was exhausted with how unfair the world was. Especially to the people she loved. “Kara,” she began once the other woman finished. “You see yourself as some kind of burden to us. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. You’re not a ghost. You’re right here. In front of me. In the flesh. We all see you. And none of us see you as something that’s haunting us. I can’t say what they did to you. But. No matter what they did, that doesn’t change how much we all care about you. And while you’re trying to figure yourself out, finding a way to get through all the pain and confusion you’re feeling -- please, at least try to remember that we love you. That will never change. Ever.”

#convo: kara #brotp: skittles for your thoughts

text | brynn +morgan

Brynn: Your father? I uh, right.

Brynn: Totally understandable.

Brynn: Well, to make things not so awkward, I'm just going to get into it. I'm a Warden and I've been asked to get in contact with the legal guardian of a Miss Lansing? She has you down as such. Though, I take that as some kind of clinical error given you can't be barely older than her.

Morgan: Yeah, that'd be me. I mean I guess I'm the closest thing to a parent she has. Did something happen? Is she okay?

#text: brynn

text | brynn +morgan

Brynn: Good evening Ms. Drake. I don't know if we ever met during my short time at RIAP but I was one of the campus safety officers. I was hoping I could have a moment of your time.

Morgan: Please, call me Morgan. Ms. Drake is my father.

Morgan: We never talked directly but I remember seeing your face. Sorry, couldn't resist the urge to look you up before I replied. How can I help?

#text: brynn

text || spock

Cristina: I thought it was more popular in other places with the H. Okay..

Cristina: Libraries are actually at the forefront of the e-book movement. I strongly recommend you consult your local (or formerly local) library's website to examine the options available to you in e-books. Free access to e-books is nothing to sneeze at.

Cristina: This means that the internet is also the library.

Cristina: Thank you!

Morgan: Well if we want to be more technical........ it's C/Ch/Kristina's that I know. But tomato, tomahto.

Morgan: My support for libraries is never-ending but my attention span could never stretch far enough to be able to sit down and read an entire book. Digital comics though, I'm always happy to indulge in.

Morgan: Libraries /are/ the original internet.

Morgan: But anyway, don't worry about what the librarians are saying about you. If the library makes you happy, then you be there day and night. Or, well, opening hours to closing hours.

#text: cristina

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