Magic! Morgana finally had magic again! Oh, she could use it for any number of things - attacking anyone who angered her, submit the hapless folks here to her siren call, plot revenge on those back on the isle... but there was something much, much more important to try out.
So anyone on the way to the lobby that morning would hear someone singing a few bars in the hallways...
"In life, one has to face a huge assortment, Of nauseating fads and good advice, There's health, and fitness, diet, and deportment, And other pointless forms of sacrifice, Conversation? Wit? I am a doubter! Manners? Charm? They're no way to impress! So forget the inner me, observe the outer... I am what I wear and how I dress!"
As she went down the stairs, Morgana kept snapping her fingers between lyrics, changing her outfit over and over. From her villain attire, then going into ballroom, flare flair, risky risqué, over and over until she kicked open the doors to the lobby.
"Oh, now I believe in lookin', Like my time on earth is cookin', Whether polka dotted, striped or even checked! With some glamour guaranteeing, Every fiber on of my being, Is displayed to quite remarkable effect!"
With one final change, into her normal civilian look, she grabbed a chair, threw her feet on the table, grabbed a chunk of fruit, and began to eat.
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Date: 2023-12-20 07:41 pm (UTC)So anyone on the way to the lobby that morning would hear someone singing a few bars in the hallways...
"In life, one has to face a huge assortment,
Of nauseating fads and good advice,
There's health, and fitness, diet, and deportment,
And other pointless forms of sacrifice,
Conversation? Wit? I am a doubter!
Manners? Charm? They're no way to impress!
So forget the inner me, observe the outer...
I am what I wear and how I dress!"
As she went down the stairs, Morgana kept snapping her fingers between lyrics, changing her outfit over and over. From her villain attire, then going into ballroom, flare flair, risky risqué, over and over until she kicked open the doors to the lobby.
"Oh, now I believe in lookin',
Like my time on earth is cookin',
Whether polka dotted, striped or even checked!
With some glamour guaranteeing,
Every fiber on of my being,
Is displayed to quite remarkable effect!"
With one final change, into her normal civilian look, she grabbed a chair, threw her feet on the table, grabbed a chunk of fruit, and began to eat.
C-Come say hi...?