#morgandrake

[oliver-norwood]

Oliver knocked on Morgan’s door, balancing the pizza and beer on one hand, he hated himself a little bit for even wanting to be there. “I owed you a pizza.... And if you’re in the mood for games, I want something where I can shoot at people... run them over or make them explode.” He shrugged and took a deep a breath.

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[marcus-ridley]

Texts || Padawan

Obi-Wan: Stay safe, Morgan

Obi-Wan: Don't blame yourself

[marcus-ridley]

Texts || Padawan

Marcus: What have you done now?

[marcus-ridley]

It had been quite a while since Marcus had last spoken to Morgan. Christmas had gone, now New Year’s was far behind, things were moving ridiculously quickly. Carrying a briefcase he arrived at her office door, he hadn’t even informed her beforehand but he knew she’d be inside. The lack of communication for the past few weeks had brought on a lot of guilt and hopefully this was going to make up a little for all the time lost. It was time for a dramatic entrance. 

Taking a small moment before he opened her door, eyes closing momentarily while he concentrated on the lights past the wall bringing them to an unstable flickering before turning them off entirely. A small amused smirk slid across his face while he slowly opened the door and took a step forward, he couldn’t wait to see Morgan’s reaction to this.

Only slightly backlit by the corridor lights, his features were obscured in the shadow and the current dark of her office. Inside his jacket he took out the hilt of a lightsaber. Pushing down on the activation stud, the office was suddenly illuminated in red.

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[marcus-ridley]

Skittles without the Rainbow

Prompt 5 - What if?

Summary: What if Marcus had never met Morgan Drake?

The side of his head was propped on his knuckles while he scrolled through numerous student projects most of which were awful and not up to his standards. He heaved a sigh as he read through lack-luster proposals, unoriginal ideas and empty conclusions. He knew he had been clear of his expectations. 

Hardly of them held any ounce of real interest in the subject. His hopes had been high when he and some good friends brought technomagic to schools. Many, then, took technomagic as it seemed like an easy subject. It was a subject that was only recently established, it barely stood on its own legs. Marcus was there to try and solidify it. His efforts were going to waste. 

The day after, class was eerily silent. Students aware of when they haven’t given it their all and this class was especially guilty. Marcus passed solemn faces as he dropped their papers to their desks each with a neat red ‘F’ on them. Uninspired, disappointing, predictable.

Even his most promising student, Morgan, did not meet his standards this time. He was particularly discouraged by her efforts, he had been looking for someone to be his protege but it appears as though she had lost interest in the subject- her potential wasted. He had overlooked the fact that she was unclaimed, all he truly cared about was her talent in the subject he loved. Alas, no one took this subject seriously. No one wanted to be a part of it. 

A creation that he made that was not a success. By all means not the first time but the most disheartening of them all. 

“Marcus, when are you coming home tonight?”

“I’ll be staying late.”

“Again? I hardly see you anymore, please come home. We need to talk.”

“...”

After the divorce, Marcus hardly left work. He disliked talking to colleagues. Most of them too prying, chipper and sceptical of his work. Harpies. Even Marcus himself began to lose interest in technomagic, after all what was the point? His usual clutter was left to rust and grow dusty on his desk as he indulged in other lesser interests, usually food or film related. Nights of exploring the inner workings of discarded tech were replaced by red wine and Tarantino. 

A few days later he’d packed up and left town, research torn to shreds, creations taken apart, gone to pursue other outlets. 

[marcus-ridley]

Padawan || Texts

Obi-Wan: I messed up real bad

Obi-Wan: Just emptied a vending machine of all its coffee and left it all on your desk, please change your door code it is god awful

Obi-Wan: Yes this is bribery

Obi-Wan: Ironically, your droid is looking for you

Obi-Wan: Just isn't the same here, without you

[marcus-ridley]

Science Dad || Marcus & Morgan

On his way to Morgan’s room- his newly gifted R2-D2 following, Marcus could hardly comprehend how quickly things had spiralled out of control after the hugely successful Unclaimed Fest. Even though Marcus was aware of some of the things Valdez was up to but he never would have connected a missing student to Vince’s necromancy and experimentation. Just thinking about it caused a quiet sigh to leave Ridley’s lips before he gave Morgan’s door a loud knock.

Having an inkling of how Morgan was feeling, he thought he’d do something that a good friend would try to do. Cheer her up. Work could wait. He had also decided to bring his kitten along, as Jenna always said, animals seemed to do the trick with cheering people up. 

Morgan still hadn’t answered the door yet. Knocking a little harder, he also called out her name but it seemed to do very little. There was no shuffling or footsteps. Listening closer he could hear music...

Testing the door, surprised to find it unlocked, he poked his head round the door. “Morgan?” 

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[opheliawoodcock-blog]

text { han solo.

Ophelia: how was ur thanksgiving mom??