RP: We need to talk.... Date: 1 August 2006 Characters: Morag Macdougal, Dolohova; Antonin Dolohov Location: the Morrigan Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Warnings: none? Summary: Morag's been meaning to talk to Antonin about Cass and Percy, given that Cass is going to work for her. And that they have an important meeting coming up.
Morag sighed and shifted on the hammock. It had taken some doing to get it just right. They'd had to replace the net hammock for a more stable one. The last time she'd used the net one, it had lived up to its name. She sunk into it too far, twisted it due to her awkward condition, and then tangled herself up in it royally. It hadn't survived the affront to her dignity.
Neither had the posts to which it was attached, nor part of the decking near it, but the elves had wearily replaced all that.
Antonin had quietly gotten her a king-size replacement, something called a Cocoon Hammock, and one attached on four sides instead of two. The frame was stainless steel rather than wood, so the deck had to be reinforced underneath, but Antonin and Nikita managed that in quick order. He had filled it with colorful pillows, and Morag could get in with only minimal grumbling. Out was a different matter.
But once she was in, she could use pillows to prop various parts of her until she was almost approaching comfortable. And the canopy meant she could stay in the hammock through the day, except for the far too often trip to the loo.
Today, she had had something niggling at her, and she had let her mind drift where it would until what was bothering her made itself known. When she finally did remember, she wondered that she had forgotten in the first place.
'Nikita?' she called. 'Would you let Antonin know I'm looking for him?' Although how it could be considered 'looking' for him since she was ensconced in her hammock and not about to move.... 'And ask Leonid for more of that flavored ice that I like so much,' she added. As Nikita left, she called, 'And a sandwich! Ox-tongue, I think.' She suddenly changed her mind. 'Oooooh, no, steak and kidney pie!' she amended. She was starving.