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Moira Morley

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About Moira Morley

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    Ms. Pandemos
  • Birthday 03/14/1981

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  1. Player Away Thread

    I will be leaving tomorrow and will not be back until the first week of the new year. Happy Holidays.
  2. Legends of Freedom?

    I'd do this! I'd probably make a character for it since Scion is pretty rooted in staying on the Prime.
  3. It Came from the Chatroom! 2

    [12:36 PM] BlazingCoconut: I tried softball, wasn't really for me. [12:36 PM] BlazingCoconut: Soccer or Football (depending on what country you're from) now that was fun! [12:37 PM] Moira Morley: closest i got to soccer was hackey sack in high school [12:38 PM] TheAbsurdist: Footbag. Hackey Sack is a brand. [12:39 PM] Moira Morley: Excuse me while I drink my Koolaid and covermyself with Bandaids [12:40 PM] TheAbsurdist: Diabeetuswater and adhesive bandages. Yes. Yes. [12:41 PM] BlazingCoconut: I'm going to go use a Kleenex while I Xerox something?(edited) [12:41 PM] Moira Morley: [12:41 PM] TheAbsurdist: Keep in mind I am at work. [12:42 PM] Moira Morley: I will Google it then!
  4. Better Red than Dead (OOC)

    So, I'm not trying to give anything away. Acting as a bystander and/or making it seem like tall tales.
  5. Better Red than Dead (IC)

    Stories, yeah? Dmitri knew not who he sat with. The three of them alone probably had more tales of daring due that could fill up pages in a story book. Or blog if you want to get modern. "Well, you've come to the right place and city if you want to hear stories. Folks around here deal with heroics every day. I remember one time we had fish people." She did not. That invasion happened and ended just before she came back. Though her friends had several different tales. "Welcome, Dmitri," she raised her glass. She leaned over to Lynn and rested her head on the fae woman's shoulder, looking up at her, but still talking to Dimitri, "speaking of stories, I gotta tell you about the time when we were sucked into an alternate dimension." Moira laughed like it was some kind of joke. It happened, yeah, but it felt like it never ended. That and Maxie and Lynn were the secretive of identities type.
  6. Better Red than Dead (IC)

    Moira left Sean to talk to Casey and went to help Lynn with the heavy stuff. "Hey thanks," she said before picking up the load and quickly running it back to where the stuff was to be put. Moira enjoyed the giving spirit. The heroic part of her that always wanted to help those in worse conditions than herself. Whether it be saving people from danger or giving them food and clothes. It never hurt to help. She spent some time organizing a bit before rushing back out. Technically not off the clock yet, she went to Sean just for a moment. "I'm going on that break you said I should go on a few hours ago, boss," she whispered to him, pointing out the employees who were waiting in the wings. He nodded and Moira hugged her father from Earth. She went over to the table where Maxie and Lynn were sitting, after getting a couple of glasses. She sat one in front of Lynn and one for herself, "don't worry, I'll get these for you, Max." Moira watched the big Russian guy walk in. It was almost cartoonish. But she lived in a city where cartoons could come to life, so it was no skin off her back. She looked to Max and tapped the glass, "skål!" She had no idea that meant, but it was a drinking word in good spirits.
  7. Some 'Splaining To Do

    Moira was quick to grab a sheet to cover up as Lynn popped in. The roommates usually wouldn't care if she walked around au naturel around the apartment, but this was a different moment in time. Not that she was embarrassed, but Lynn probably needed less distraction tonight. She smiled at their acceptance of her running the book store and coffee shop, it would be an experience. She kept her distance from Lynn, still wanting to be close to her friend to comfort her sadness. "Thanks, Lynn, you won't be disappointed, and-" She cut herself off as Gretchen came in. Nodding at the 'instructions' - as if flirting weren't her natural state of being around lovers, friends, friendly acquaintances, paying customers, some strangers - though stopped nodding and quirked an eyebrow, when Gretchen let her know her feelings on Merge. She thought it the playful psychopathy that Gretchen displayed every once in a while. After they had gone, she sat down on her bed and reached for her phone. Looking at a few pictures of her and Lynn and Gretchen over the past month, they'd always been fun. Gretchen even smiled a few times. Still, friends are friends. She just hoped that she and Gretchen could grow closer. If even just a not-wishing-for-her-death-behind-her-back way. Baby steps.
  8. Better Red than Dead (IC)

    Moira enjoyed snow weather. If she didn't have responsibilities nowadays, she would be waist deep in it. Building a snowman, swimming around (she was strong enough to do that!), and other fun activities. Right now she was being daddy's little waitress. She didn't technically have to work here being a part owner of the place, but she enjoyed her time with the customers, new and old. The tales were the best part of it. Tall or not, they always brought a little more creativity into the next one. She tended to Maxie's drinks personally. "Oh sure, just stick me out there and i'll yell you where the wind is blowing if I could see it." She put this bottle on Maxie's tab and kept the scotch rolling as he asked for it. He was a friend, but business was business. "I think i'll be sitting with you after things die down," she whispered in his ear as he drank, "save me some." More workers, dedicated to the pub and their job, started showing up, so Moira could slack off a bit. "Hey dad," she asked. Sean looked at her, wordlessly answering. "Got plans for tonight?" He nodded, "us faithful were going to get together and count up for the food drive, but now, if they come they come." They both looked over to the woman walking in the door. Stacey was a childhood friend of Moira's. Moira looked to Sean with a facetious smile, "the flock always comes, huh?" Stacey and Sean had been working close with each other. Moira wasn't fooled.
  9. Better Red than Dead (OOC)

    Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get down tonight.
  10. Ink!

    Oh... OH! Moira had done it again. There were people she loved. Max was one of them, but her non-monogamy stance was, well, some people didn't understand it. She slowly walked into the empty room. "Max," she turned around to face him, "I want to start by saying I've had this happen before." She put her hand on her chest where his heart would be, "please don't take this the wrong way." The air was so thick with silence it was deafening. "I love you," well, here went the bombshell, "I don't do relationships like that." She sighed, the look on his face, it was... "You're a friend. A friend that I love very deeply." Poor boy, if heartbreak had a sound it would be the only sound she heard.
  11. We Are The Cartoon Heroes

    Alright, capacity reached. I'll be working on something for everyone involved. Warp (if they join!) Miracle Girl Facsimile Wayward
  12. Ink!

    "Remember what we were talking about last night," she said proudly guiding him around the back area, leading by the hand. "I just thought I would show you where you could be working. Of course you know the place but," she opened a door to an empty room. It was a nice size, not too big, not too small. It was a little bigger than his trailer and much more spacious. "What do you think?" She stood behind him giving him a look at the room. "Yours if you want it," she spoke softly in his ear. She leaned on his side looking up at him, trying to read his thoughts. "Though don't feel like I'm forcing your hand. I just see a friend in need. And I'm the giving sort."
  13. [OOC] Lost Expeditions

    All for ending combat? I have something for it. But if you wanna continue rolling die
  14. Relay(OOC)

    DC 15 Reflex: 1d20+7-2 18
  15. Some 'Splaining To Do

    It would be adorable if she hadn't known... caused the situation. Gretchen looked mean as a puppy. Still, she knew the girl's plight and kept her distance. Moira nodded when Lynn spoke. "I understand," she nodded. An idea shot into her mind, "you don't have to close up the store though. I can tend to things while you're gone. And will do so for free." It was a gesture, an olive branch. She didn't expect them to say yes, but she did have experience in running a business. "Don't worry," she said politely, "you go do what you need to do. I'm a text a way." She made a quick escape to her designated room. She wanted to stay here, but she had a feeling this was her last days.