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log: angelica & morgan.
Summary. Set after this, Morgan goes to check up on Angelica and see how she's doing with the family situation.

MORGAN: Family was rough. Morgan got that. She might have been romanticising the way things had been when her father had been alive, but the fact that they had gotten so bad afterwards, she felt, was justification for that. When she'd ditched Portland to come down to LA she hadn't been overreacting, her step-father was an arrogant asshole who resented any remnants of his new wife's first marriage, lumping Morgan in with the furniture and the bedspreads he'd forcedHanuel to get rid off. Just another unwanted object hanging around the place. Her mother hadn't resisted either. All too eager to keep him she'd been more than happy to ignore her daughter until hr mutation had popped up and really, that had been the final straw. If it had just been a case of living in a house where she wasn't wanted, she could have dealt with that, but living in a house where her own mother thought she was evil was too much. Morgan was happier down here. When she'd read Angelica's post about her own father remarrying a pang of sympathy had gone through her like a shot, she understood how hard it was to be the Other Child, ousted and estranged. So the least she could do was lend the redhead an ear. After a detour to the kitchen she went to Angie's room, knocking and announcing her presence before poking her head around the door. "Hey, girl." Smiling, she hefted the tray up a little, steam rising from the mugs, a plates of cookies in the middle. "How're you feeling?"

ANGELICA: It was rough, family that is. Her own father denied her existence. Was he that ashamed? She'd been sitting on her bed, the radio playing quietly as background noise as she stared up at the ceiling. Admittedly, she was wallowing...but didn't she have a little bit of a right in this case? It was rough that was for sure, but at least soon she'd have company.Momo would be welcomed, she was friendly and Angelica appreciated her ability to look on the brighter side, see things for the positive. She wished she could do that, she always saw the worst in what could come. When the door knocked, she sat up only to seeMomo there with her cheery face and smiling eyes. That immediately perked her, even if just a little bit.

She stood, hurrying over to the other girl to take the tray. Oh God, those cookies smelled good. "I'm doing okay, go sit at the bed. I'll take care of this." That was the least she could do. "I can turn the music off too, or change the station, what the heck is playing--yeah--no we're not listening to Fall Out Boy, I must have really been daydreaming for this to come unscathed." She threw a small smile over her shoulder, setting the tray down on the dresser and with a wave of her hand the station changed to something a little less--Fall Out Boy.Yay microwave manipulation. It would seem she had learned a few tricks, at least.

MORGAN: Sadly Morgan couldn't really bake that well and the cookies were store bought and then shoved in the oven for a few minutes to heat them up and melt the chocolate chips. That she could manage. Angie took the tray from her hands and she moved over to sit herself down on the bed as prompted, folding one long leg up underneath her. "You're getting good at that." She nodded towards the radio with a grin. Looking on the bright side was a major necessity for Morgan because of her mutation; it would be so easy to let the weight of death break her down, she was very aware of it, not just because of her job, she felt it in the air walking down the street, in the mall, at the movies, people would be surprised how prevalent the feeling was but the best defence was a good offence so she didn't let it get to her -- for the most part -- and she tackled it head on when she could. "I guess you're pretty preoccupied right now." Her tone shifted to one of experience and sympathy. Morgan liked Angelica, they'd had a confrontation or two on the journals, but it was a live and let live thing really,Momo didn't hold grudges and when she saw someone she considered a friend in trouble she just wanted to help.

ANGELICA: "I'm getting a bit better each day, I guess." She smiled faintly, pulling her legs up to tuck her knees beneath her chin. When her friends tone shifted, so did her body. "Yeah, well. I am just kind of letting my mind do its thing. That's the best thing I know how to do anyway. That did not make any sense." Angelica reached for a cookie, food therapy was a good kind of therapy. "I take it you have experience in this." It was a correct assumption, too. She brought the sweet to her lips and took a bite.

MORGAN: Cradling her own mug between her cool hands, Morgan nodded. "Yeah. My mom remarried a couple of years after my dad died. I was like, ten." So maybe it wasn't as bad as all that but to the ten year old Morgan the idea that in just a small handful of years her mother could meet another man, fall in love and marry him was overwhelming, not to mention that she had been expected to just accept this new man in the house. Memories of that time were a messy blur of painfultableaus and slamming doors. Nose wrinkling she made a noise of disgust in the back of her throat; "Ugh, he's an asshole." And that was that. "It does get better though, I mean being here? Makes a huge difference, and it's been years since I had to deal with any of my family's crap." A paused and smiled over the rim of her mug. "You've got every right to feel whatever you feel about your dad, Angie."

ANGELICA: "I feel like he's a total, utter jerk." She was calmly blunt with her words each one leaving her lips hard and deliberate. "But," her voice grew softer now. "He's still my father." She returned that smile taking a bite from the cookie. Mm, moist.

MORGAN: Eyebrows high, Morgan almost laughed but managed restraint. "For what it's worth you're dealing with it a lot better than I ever did." A lot quicker too. In fact she wasn't sure if she'd come to the 'she might be a raging bitch, but she's still my mother' conclusion yet, even after all this time. That probably had more to do withHanuel trying to 'exorcise' the 'demon' out of her than her remarrying the French guy though. There was some baggae that was harder to deal with than the norm.

ANGELICA: "Not really," she admitted sheepishly. "I mean, I like to tell myself that. Somehow it makes it easier to deal with. Momo..." She glanced up at her friend her features grew taut in their seriousness. "Thanks, for doing this you know? You don't get enough appreciation I think, and I want you to know I really, really appreciate it. Even when I suck at showing it."

MORGAN: At first she'd been gearing up to say that she knew how that went, telling yourself everything was fine and you were fine and dealing with a bunch of stuff that really wasn't fine helped you to get on with your life, because they had school to deal with and the hotel and those things couldn't just stop and let them catch their breath, you had to learn to do that on the go-- and then Angelica changed the subject a bit and she flushed a bit pink, waving a hand. "Please, what are friends for?" Smiling she rested her mug on her folded knee, cupping it with her palm. "I mean-- you're welcome. What's the point of this place--" a gesture to the room to indicate the hotel as a whole "--if we can't look out for each other, you know?"

ANGELICA: "I guess in a really, really weird way....we're a family of some sort." It was an admittance even she couldn't fully come to terms with yet, but it was the only way to explain it. "In the end we all just want to be accepted, to have somewhere to turn to, that's why people always come back." Angelica sighed, leaning her back against the headboard, her toes wiggled against the sheets pensively. "It's just some people do a better job of showing that they care." A smile crept over her lips, clearly referring toMomo in this instance.

MORGAN: To get more comfortable Morgan pulled the leg that had been dangling over the edge of the bed up and tucked it beneath her, leaning her forearms on her knees, sleeves pushed up to her elbows haphazardly. "If Myles and me hadn't found this place I don't even know where I'd be right now. It's home to me. I don't know-- I guess it's important to me that people feel comfortable here." Some people didn't, some people stayed because they didn't have anywhere else to go and... that was fine too she guessed, but having some kind of support structure was better wasn't it? "Anyway, we've survived high school together." She grinned. "That makes us comrades or something."

ANGELICA: Angelica didn't know much about Myles, but the way that Momo talked about him made it clear he was someone important to her. "That must have been nice to have someone along for the ride." She swept a hand around her coppery mane of hair to pull itontop of her head before leaning back once more. The days were getting warmer it would seem. School would really be over soon, and then college would start. Her brows furrowed, a small frown threatening to tug at her cheeks. "What do you think will happen when it all starts to change? We're all growing up, finishing school, dating people..."

MORGAN: Myles was probably the most important person in the hotel to Morgan, they'd met on the streets, squatted together for a while and gotten to know each other, they'd found the hotel together, broken in actually only to be confronted by Jean and co and hey presto a home was found. That was why their recent distance weighed on her so much. Recently she felt like she didn't know him at all. It hurt. "Yeah, it was. I was just a kid really, he looked out for me." Morgan had been at the hotel a long time, she'd definitely grown up within its walls and had a great affection for the place. "I don't know, I guess we just change with it. Some people will probably move on more quickly than others. I don't think I'm ready to leave this place behind yet but not everyone will feel like that. It'll be okay though." There was a sage sort of certainty to her voice then, belying her youthful appearance.

ANGELICA: Angelica watched her carefully for a moment, taking in what her friend had said. She reached out with a comforting hand to rest it on the other girls shoulder. She had the faint trace of a smile on her face and gave a small squeeze. "Yeah, it's home to me too Morgan."

MORGAN: "Good to know." Satisfied with the way the conversation seemed to have gone, Morgan nodded and smiled and raised her mug, prompting the redhead to do the same. They knocked them against one another with a ceramic clink and changed the subject to something much lighter and frivolous; the sense of having done something to help cheer Angelica up made Morgan feel good. Sometimes, in a funny sort of way, doing something like that for the living reminded her why she went out of her way to help the dead. That was a thing she wouldn't take for granted.