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Well, combusting wasn an issue when I was testing the new PDCs a week ago. I guess I should have tried harder. ~~Or done more to put them through their paces~~

Anybody been to the nightclub and have a review of the place, or planning on going any time? I haven't gotten out there yet, so it can't hurt to ask for an opinion before I try. I can't even remember the last time I've unwound.

BARRY

So, I haven't seen you around and this just seems like the best way to reach out; I'm not going to beat around the bush just because I think that it'll be easier not to.

I remember being selected for a mission with you the other day, but beyond that...I can't remember a damn thing. Can you?

LYDIA

Hey, Lydia!

I know I haven't poked you much since talking about your soap and perfume, but I'm more than a little bit curious.... How exactly did you go about getting True Alpha started? You said you'd already done the testing for the soaps when you reached out for a focus group, but how did you start the process exactly? That's if you're allowed to actually say, anyway.

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And you're a shadowhunter? That's not like a witchfinder is it? [Because Morgana likes izzy and that would be unfortunate.]

You could put me in only a silk scarf and I'd still be less scandalised than I am by these goddamn jumpsuits. They must be called that because they make you want to jump from the highest available precipice.

I'd punch him in the arm for saying that but I think it'd break my hand... he's a good guy, very... attentive and easy enough to teach...

This was about me, sorry, I am also an excellent student. My Da was teaching me sword fighting when I was four.

I have no idea what a witchfinder is, so I'm going to assume no. Shadowhunters are nephilim, and we don't hut anybody (despite the latter half of the title). We just make sure that demons, warlocks, and other downworlders are kept secret from mundanes.

You and I are going to be very good friends, Morgana. Also, you could probably work a silk scarf and look great doing it.

I'll show you how to punch before you do it, less damage to your hand that way. He definitely seems like he'd be a student. Once you get passed his humble and shy, anyway.

Please, don't apologize. I'm sure you'll learn easily enough, then.

They... find witches. To kill them, generally. As it's illegal to exist if you have the misfortune to be born one back home.

[But that's a word she knows for once.] You're half angel.

[There's a long pause between that statement and what comes next as Morgana tries to avoid well, doing anything like wondering out loud if maybe she really was going to hell since apparently she'd been chatting with someone who was part divine like she was any old person... After all, she was just Izzy. Wasn't she? Even if she was part angel? How did someone like that even get trapped here?! She swallowed and moved on.]

Depends what you're teaching him, sometimes he gets too shy even to touch...

Yeah, that one is just as unpleasant as it sounds, then. I'm definitely not that, for the record. We don't kill downworlders, any of them, unless they're trying to kill us or mundanes.

[Izzy's not sure if she's picked the right time to come clean about what she is, but what the hell. It's better than hiding what she is even longer. She's tired of flitting under the radar the way that she has been.]

I am, yeah...at home anyway. Here I'm just another clone.

It sounds like you've had a little more experience than me, with our good buddy Steve, and making him uncomfortable.

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[Morgana could comment on the fact she's killed a few men in her day, though none of them were good but her mind is stuck somewhere between Izzy being half-divine and Steve.

Which actually made her wonder what Steve would be wearing...]

What do men wear to formal occasions? And it's... well no he was a bit... it's a long story. [A long story that is turning her red just thinking about it.]

Suits or tuxes if they're going with what is approved formal attire. Dress pants with a buttonup and jacket work too, just depends on the man and what he's comfortable with.

Well if you ever decide to share let me know?

Well, I know what pants and a jacket are. You know I'm half convinced the computer cloned me or brought me here or whatever else it may have done for it's own personal amusement.

I might have kissed him. But you can't tell anyone. ESPECIALLY STEVE. He was so flustered and hover handed and I never kissed anyone before I don't know what got into me. [She knows exactly what got into her.]

Tuxes and suits are just fancier pants and jackets mixed with a few other components. And if that's the case you're in good company because it probably extends to all of us.

Your secret is safe with me, I won't be telling anybody your business. When was this, though?

[Izzy's prety sure she has an idea of what got into her, considering she made out with Steve not all that long ago...]

Oh... Steve would look good in those.

105. I was upset, he came down to my room and took me to his so we could talk, and be safe... I don't know I was holding his hand and then I kissed him and I. No one ever treated me with such respect and care as he has since I got here months ago. I guess I just let myself get carried away.

I'm pretty sure Steve looks good in most things, to be fair.

There's nothing wrong with a kiss. Sometimes it's pretty comforting.

He looks pretty good drenched... he is built like a castle wall. [That she would totally climb. Cough.]

I suppose not... I'd like to think not, but there's this little voice in the back of my head that sounds like my governess screaming about me being a Lady. Or Uther's booming anger exclaiming that Ladies don't do those things!

But I was always bad at doing what I was told.

Castle wall isn't the first thing I'd think of, but I can see it.

Let me tell you a little secret. Women, ladies, can do any and everything that men can do. And sometimes do it better and in dresses and heels.

Plus your governess and Uther aren't here, so their opinions don't really matter. Now you do whatever you want...within the Computer's parameters, anyway.

I believe you, cause Lord knows I've beaten a whole group of warlords while in my underclothes but somehow that seems a lot easier than kisses.

I used to train, when I was a child and my Da was alive. I'm good with a sword, good dancer, good at driving knights wild... not as good as I'd like to be at picking moments of... uh. Intimacy?

Not so much a matter of not believing so much as not being used to being myself without someone waiting to tell me the sixteen ways I committed treason against the crown and human decency that day. Save a child? Dungeon. Wear a tight dress? Reduced to a useful ornament. Manage to fight your way out of the woods in your underwear and want to go back for your friend? Dropped off home and told to behave... Until recently the computer felt like a breath of fresh air, honestly. It may tell me what to do, but it's not on account of my sex.

Sounds like that all stems from where you're from, who you were around. So, I'm sure it will take time to forget it all, and to work toward more of an ease with kissing.

But it also sounds to me like you're a progressive and well on your way too.

One of the few positives of the Computer...it's not completely sexist.

Well as long as I stop kissing my friends who don't feel that way about me I'm sure it'll be infinitely less awkward.

[Maybe. Right?]

Well every thorn has it's rose.

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