Taking a cue from Mister North

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

I think almost everyone knows me, actually. If not, hi I'm Morgan. It's not the name that will be on the books but I'd rather not get into it and just leave it at Morgan if you don't mind. I'm blue, I swear a lot and I'm a shapeshifter of the genetic variety so I can be anyone right down to fingerprints, blood type, DNA and brain waves. If I'm patient enough I can pick up mutations, too. Some of you might remember the slight drama that was my arrival at the mansion as everyone declared I didn't want their mutations. It takes upwards of an hour and a half and I don't pick up a copy of someone just by touching them. There's an off switch so no worries.

I'm going to be a delayed entrant to the office and Brownstone. For one, I owed Angelo so he and Sparks (Amanda for those unfamiliar with my really annoying habit of giving people stupid nicknames) could take off to Spain together. For two, I owe Xavier the time to find my replacement. I should be moving in over the weekend or the beginning of the next week. As I said in David's post, though, I'm not going to be an office addition for a bit. I'm pretty much LeBeau's field bitch for as long as he decides (thank god, I hate paperwork).

For anyone who cares and doesn't know, before landing myself on Xavier's doorstep I was a mercenary with Mág Ealga for eight years. That was preceded by three years as a teenage prostitute who was, quite literally, every man's (and woman's for that matter) fantasy. At least the fantasies I could get close enough to though. Before that I was fourteen and a typical kid. Pretty unimpressive resume, I know.

Comments

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Does this mean I can look forward to you going through my fridge in addition to Doug's now?

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

That would be nice. I'm all for spreading the fridge-burgling around. Either that or actually coming up with a foolproof way to keep Jubes from burgling my fridge.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I guess booby trapping planning sessions are called for here.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

I tried and it didn't entirely work.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

But your fridge would get so lonely without me. Can't you hear it crying now?

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Crying tears of joy and relief at not having to be invaded by that strange Asian woman.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Poor fridge, it's obviously delusional with grief.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Hmm, I'm not sure. I have a bad habit of sleep eating, I've been told. Sofia and I are working on the reasons why. But it's entirely possible you may find me in your fridge afterhours. No gautamala death peppers please.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

So in other words if I put Guatemala death peppers on everything at night then you won't eat any of my food?

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

No, I'll still eat it. I just won't be happy in the morning, that's all. Or you may be woken by my anguished screams for water.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Not only is that unfortunately not likely to work, DOUG may raid your fridge. He enjoys those things.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes I do.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

I tried that, and it didn't work.