[DC 101] Encrypted text message to Barry Allen

[lefey]

Hey, roomie.

On a scale of one to Parker, how likely are you to throw things at my head? A girl needs to know if she needs to find a helmet or not before bedtime.

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[runsonwater]

That's good to know.

Orange at least seems to fit the with the atmosphere a little more. Where I'm from the people in orange jumpsuits are usually prisoners.

[lefey]

They don't get outfits where I'm from in gaol... they barely get food.

It's usually the stockade or the executioner.

Well, except in my case, though I've met the dungeon floor once or twice.

[runsonwater]

I guess this is slightly preferable to that...

Though I wouldn't be surprised if this place had a dungeon. How are you handling all of this?

[lefey]

Well, it has confessionals.

Handling it? By looking at all of it like it's a ghost.. but Root is a surprisingly patient teacher. I have made her go cross-eyed once or twice.

How about you?

[runsonwater]

Root seems... nice. [ Sort of. She could be difficult to read sometimes, but the fact that she was helping someone with Morgana's lack of technological background out, won her points. ]

I'm not sure how I'm handling things. We do what we can.

[lefey]

She can be something of an acquired taste, but I'd take her over my former roommate in a heartbeat.

Well, if you need help with anything... that isn't technical, you know which bed to throw your pillow at. But only pillows.

[runsonwater]

So the stories about Parker are true?

Thanks, Morgana. If you need help with the technical stuff, let me know and I'll be happy to help. Or throw a pillow my way.

[lefey]

Once I mentioned which room I was in to the other specials on the network and she wanted to rearrange my face. So probably.

Ah, well... they could write novels on the things I don't understand around here. I don't think either of us would have enough time to help me understand, even if we lived to a hundred an sixty.

[runsonwater]

Most people don't fully understand how technology works, myself included. [ Though, he knew a little more than most, thanks to being a science nerd.]

We just know enough to be dangerous.

[lefey]

Did I mention that I'm from Camelot?

Technology and I aren't even close to each other on the timeline.

[runsonwater]

You're from Camelot and your name is Morgana?

[lefey]

Yes.

I'm also a seer. Or. I would be, normally.

[runsonwater]

You can't see here? I mean, you can see, but see the future here?

[lefey]

You should probably feel happy about that, I've been known to scream through being drugged.

[runsonwater]

Being drugged?

[lefey]

Much like the computer doesn't trust us to go to bed, the King and Gaius thought my dreams best solved with potions. Not that they worked most of the time, but god did they try.

[and she was desperately afraid enough to let them.]

[runsonwater]

King Arthur did that to you?

[lefey]

God, don't ever call him that if he gets here. He's still a prince and doesn't need the ego.

Dear old daddy, King Uther is King and my guardian both. Not ideal as his idea of a fun day out with a witch involves fire and swords.

[runsonwater]

You know Prince Arthur?

I hate to say it, but it almost sounds as if Alpha is a safer place for you than home.

[lefey]

I don't know you at all and yet I feel like you're giving me a funny look through your PDC like Root did when I said Magic or Camelot.

Yes, I know him.


I've come to that conclusion as well, it's some bitter wine to swallow.