::A decent enough apartment is what the landlord opens the door to.::

"Here we are, nice one looking out to the sea."

::He grins at Moira.::

"Good for sex on the beach, eh? Eh?"

::Nudges her and hands her the key.::

"If you want me to take you for a nice long 'walk' on the beach, you know where I am darlin'."

::He leaves.::

"Yeah, thanks."

::She sighs as she slams the door behind him. Nice enough place. She could do much much worse.::

::Moira adjusts her make-up and pouts at the mirror.::

(I shouldn't look in mirrors. Bah.)

::She turns away in disgust and grabs a jacket and her bag, before heading out of the door, towards the hallway.::

::Moira slumps into a chair and picks up her book. She begins to read.::

(Every time I change my course I feel more of a failure. But for me academic courses are like men; even the most fascinating only seem to hold the interest for so long.)

(I'm thinking about how unnatural it would be to be good at handjobs, thinking about men's cocks, and soon McClymont is finishing up. Lauren has pages of notes on the Scottish diaspora.)

::Moira shuts her books with a snap, and leaves her apartment.::

::Gets home and goes to bed, not bothering to get undressed fist.::

::After a few hours of restless sleep, Moira wakes up with a start.::

(What was that noise?)

::She stands up and looks around the room. Finding nothing, sh sits back down on the bed and tries to remember what she dreamt about. Something about... badgers.::

(I don't believe I slept in my clothes...)

::She runs a bath and hops in. Undressing first. Duh.::

::After soaking for a while, and feeling refreshed, Moira gets out and puts on some fresh clothes. Again she makes the mistake of looking in the mirror.::

(Yuck.)

::Purposefully she strides over to the toilet, kneels down and sticks her finger down her throat, vomiting into the bowl. She stands up, wipes her mouth and brushes her teeth. She then looks out the window and, seeing that it's getting on for the night time, decides to go out.::

(I could do with a drink.)

::Walks to the hallway.::

::Moira enters and takes a shower, suddenly sick of the entire thing.::

::Knocks.::

(Oh shit.)

::She turns off the shower and grabs a towel, quickly wrapping it around her.::

(Ew, fat)

"Just coming!"

::She runs to the door and opens it a tiny bit, eyeing Veronica.::

"What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you."

::Barges in.::

::Moira trips backwards as Veronica throws the door open, landing on her bum. She gets up quickly, embarrassed, clutching the towel around her.::

"What do you want?"

"You to be wearing clothes. Geez. Go get dressed or something."

::Snoops around, starting to rifle through Moira's stuff.::

"Stop going through my stuff! I'm not leaving you alone in my house! Why are you even here?"

"I'll tell you once you get dressed."

::Veronica mutters while scrabbling through Moira's drawers.::

"Not much organisation here..."

::She mumbles to herself, starting to straighten everything up.::

(Why isn't her light on? It should be on. She's in, and the light doesn't come in through the window very well. It should be on. Did I turn my light off when I left?)

::Mumbles.::

"Freak..."

::She eyes Veronica for a moment, and then decides that she doesn't want people seeing her in a towel, even Bug-eyes. She hurries into her bedroom and drags on a pair of trousers and a baggy long sleeved top, pinching the fat on her arms. She goes back through to Veronica.::

"Now will you tell me why you're in my house?"

::Veronica's eyes center in on Moira's arms.::

"W... you shouldn't wear clothes that are too small for you. They really focus on the fat in your arms."

"Right. If you have nothing to say, you can get out now."

::Shakes her head a little.::

(Snippy.)

"No, I came to ask you about your power."

::She folds her arms.::

"What about it?"

"I need it. You, even. I think you have a useful power I would..."

::Frowns, unsure how to word being polite.::

"Like to use?"

::Moira is pleased, despite herself.::

"And why would I want to help you?"

"Because I told you."

(No.)

"Asked. Asked you. I asked you. And people are meant to do things if they're asked politely and I was polite."

(It's not like you've got anything better to do.)

"Fine. Hang on."

::Goes to change her top, then comes back.::

"So what do I have to do?"

::Taking a deep breath, Veronica looks as though she's about to speak... then walks into the kitchen and starts to go through Moira's cutlery drawer, sorting everything into the appropriate sections. She suddenly straightens up.::

"So can you do that dead limb thing to everyone?"

::She stands in the doorway and stares at Veronica, wondering why she's behaving so oddly.::

"I think so. Why?"

"Because I need you to do it to someone. Or just left Dante mimic your power and do it for you."

"Who? It doesn't last for very long."

"Long enough, I'm sure."

::She approaches Moira.::

"This guy called Paz. We're trying to take him down. He's a demon, but he's very powerful."

"I... I don't think I can take down someone that powerful. From what you were saying earlier, he's..."

(There's no way you could do anything to him.)

"I can't. I'm sorry."

::She is surprised to realise that she really is.::

"What's the harm in trying? You seemed good enough to me when we last met."

(... bitch.)

::Narrows her eyes a little.::

"Your power is better against him than mine is."

"What is your power?"

::Sighs deeply and looks away.::

"Astral projections. I can make images appear with my mind. But they don't do anything."

"Weird. Anyway, I'm no good. It only lasts a moment. Not long enough to do anything else. It'd probably get better if I practiced. But it's not the easiest thing to practice."

(Oh yeah?)

::Veronica's eyes crinkle as a wicked smirks comes onto her face.::

"I know some people you could practise on..."

::Moira smiles.::

"Oh yeah? Who?"

"Several people, actually."

(Dante won't mind...)

"You meet a lot of people around here, surely you've noticed some of them are... deserving... of a little toying with."

"I suppose..."