Who: Abaddon and Sinister What: A consultation When: Monday Evening Where: Omega Base, Outside Dr. Moreau's room and likely beyond
Omega base, or whatever Erik had taken to calling it, seemed to improve with all of her residents, even if Abaddon tended to argue about their necessity. Their noises and their smells and their disgusting humanity, it kept her up when she deigned to sleep and made it nearly impossible to eat near them. Something in her missed her old body that had the senses of a rock but lift buildings if it desired, but she wasn't willing to give Carmen up, even if she made life a little more annoying. In the end she blamed Erik. She had tried to encourage the man in ignoring the worthless masses and simply subjugating the small amount of those he did not wish to kill. She believed he had the strength of will for such things, but he suffered so much from that heart of his that allowed him to love his fellow kind and be passionate about them. Such weakness in such a strong man sickened her a little, but she was willing to wait for the change in his heart which she was sure was soon to come if the humans continued to mistreat mutants.
Of course with the new influx of neighbors a few of them began to take notice of her, even though she did her best to avoid them but she supposed her pretty body and 'whore-ish' attire wasn't helping her go unnoticed. She kept to her room or went to mutant town and beyond, if she was about the base she would work out or speak with Erik and very occasionally observe the actions of the mortals that buzzed about her. When a few talked to her she was her usual self, which managed to drive people away unless she took a shine to their body and wanted to taste them, but that rarely happened. That morning she had a run-in with a young-ish mutant who had been persistent in pestering her while she had been trying to eat, it resulted in her throwing him out of a window, but he had said something that stuck with her.
'What's up with your eyes? They don't look right.'
She had been obsessing about it since. An unfortunate side effect of taking the body of a dead person, no matter how fresh, was that the eyes would still look glassy and dead. She had been told that the eyes were the window to the soul, but she didn't quite buy that. There were other side effects as well, such as she couldn't father children or become pregnant, and when she sat still for a long amount of time her joints severely stiffened up, but those were all things she could tolerate. She had taken the pretty body because she wanted to fit in a look normal but her eyes seemed to be giving her away more and more these days. Something had to be done, something more permanent than the sunglasses she had been wearing since that idiot annoyed her.
Before running off to get implants or some other such thing she thought it best to consult someone who might have a bit of decent advice for her. Dr. Moreau was the only one on the base who would have a remotely professional opinion so some time after dinner she was knocking on his door, those dark sunglasses still on.