voicemail

[memlost]

[An upbeat male voice comes on:]

Hey, it's Morgan! If you were expecting a girl, you picked the wrong picture. If not, then congratulations! But sorry too, because this means I've missed you. Leave a message!

[Beep.]

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voice; at some point during this whole flooding whirlpool fiasco

[bloodandblunder]

[ Oh look, there's a call! Noire is probably concerned and calling to check up on him like a good girlfriend, and it's true that she certainly sounds worried (and waterlogged, oddly) when he picks up. And-- ]

M-Morgan, I need you to stay away from me.

[ ... SAYS THAT. ]

[memlost]

[ ... this is too much for his heart ]

Wh-What did I do?

[ HE CAN CHANGE ]

[bloodandblunder]

E-eh? No, that's-- it's not you, it's me!

[ could you stop making this sound like a break-up call-- ]

[memlost]

[ he's so lost and confused... and wet and cold, this is the worst day ever ]

But... at least give me a chance! At whatever it is... you've found issue with? [ ???Is that's even what's happening??? ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Wait, I think you're missing... [ no, she's just bad at this. ] Morgan, you're perfect. It's just that I... I'm dangerous to be around right now, so... t-that's why.

[memlost]

Oh!

[ He inflates. That's good... except for the part where it isn't. He'd love to give her a relieved hug right now, but apparently that won't be on the itinerary for at least a little while. ]

Are you getting little whirlpool swarms too? Are you somewhere safe?

[bloodandblunder]

[ "Too".... well, she'd noticed more of them, around her... that makes sense. ]

I'm on a rooftop. [ wet and cold and gross-feeling, but-- ] Um, please... you stay safe as well.

[memlost]

Hold on. I might know a way around this. Do you know which rooftop you're on, exactly?

[bloodandblunder]

It's... well, I thought it was ours, but then I sort of got swept away trying to reach it, so then I just aimed for the closest one--

[ She has no idea, but she's somewhere in the housing spiral. ]

[memlost]

You can't be too far off, then. I'll be there in a wink!

[ Click.

And thus after Noire calls him expressly to tell him to stay away, he does his utmost to get to her...

About 30 seconds later, he abruptly appears on block 8's rooftop with one Anguished One to escort him. Alcor teleports away in an instant, but Morgan's left behind to enjoy the rain. Now, where's that Noire... ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Still staring at her phone like "WHERE DID I GO WRONG I LOST THE CALL"-- okay, no, she's nearby, if he can catch a glimpse of very drenched blonde huddled over on the roof. ]

[memlost]

[ IT'S NOIRE

Suddenly a boyfriend is sliding down and barreling into her, trapping her in the snuggest of hugs. He's still half-dry, though the rain is swiftly fixing that non-problem. ]

Noire!

[bloodandblunder]

Mor-- [ It's probably a good idea that he's got such a grip on her, or she probably would've stumbled off the roof. ] What are you-- how??

[memlost]

[ He releases her and steadies her by the shoulder, beaming from under his hood. ]

It helps that you're standing on my house. What a coincidence! Or -- could this be the power of our coupley bond?!

[bloodandblunder]

I... I'm not sure. But I'm glad... [ and her gloves are soaked (like the rest of her), but she reaches out to touch his cheek. ] I'm glad you're all right.

[memlost]

[ Aw, Noire. She really doesn't have to worry about him, but telling her that would be fruitless. And it means she's been thinking of him, right? He burrows his cheek into her hand, surrendering his energy to her touch even as his heart pounds happily in his chest. ]

I'll take more than a little water to get me down... or keep me from reaching you.

[ Largely because he has a housemate who can teleport TAKE THAT, WHIRLPOOLS. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ Are they really having a moment in the middle of a flood-- ]

I appreciate it... but you shouldn't stay up here. [ As happy as she is to see him. ]

[memlost]

[ SHE STARTED IT...

He chews on that for a moment. He doesn't want to leave her out here alone and soaked, but she has a point that they shouldn't stay together for too long... ]

I'll go back as soon as I know you'll reach your destination safely. Which is, um... where, exactly?

[bloodandblunder]

...Here. [ this hypocrite. ]

[memlost]

...

[ Well, he can't say he doesn't understand where she's coming from. He takes her hand and kisses its back. ]

Then I guess that's that.

[bloodandblunder]

[ her adorable princely boyfriend gosh-- ]

Then you'll go in?

[memlost]

I can't say I'm too enthusiastic about leaving you to the elements, but I don't want to give you another reason to worry, either.

[ He begins to unclasp his robe and peel it off before throwing it around Noire's shoulders. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Wait, but that's-- Morgan, I'll be fine!

[memlost]

With this, you'll be even better.

[ He hooks this button here, winds that rope there, and then she's sealed into her robey prison. In the hard rain, his robe's volume is at its most practical. ]

[bloodandblunder]

[ ... she feels so little in this thing with its complications and history. And, you know, size. ]

You didn't have to... [ and she weakly flaps a sleeve at him. ] But thank you.