thatlibbychick | 094 // public and private announcements

094 // public and private announcements

As of Christmas eve, Neil McCormick is no longer a resident of the Barge. He didn't graduate, but as far as I'm aware, he's okay. He's just...not here anymore. I believe he's returned home.

I'm sorry I couldn't give him the help he needed, but at heart, he's truly a good young man. I'm sure that wherever he is, things will work out for him. I believe he may have returned home in order to work out whatever he couldn't here.

I think...it may be time for a change.

[Individually private to: Martha, Morgan, Billy, West, Angelica, Paddy, etc. If you think your pup is a good friend of Libby's, they're on this filter. Also Drusilla, even though she's Dru 2.0]

I'd like to speak with you, as soon as possible. Please.

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[Knock knock, Morgan!]

[Cue deep and resounding barking. Morgan comes to the door to let her in. Inside, there are bottles on the counter under her licquor cabinet, because it's almost all anybody gave her this year. ...Also there's a parrot.]

Hi.

Hi, Morgan.

[Libby pauses for a moment to stare at the bird.]

And who's this little guy?

Oh.

[Morgan pushes her hair back.]

That's Poor Joe. [Flat look] Guess why I named him that.

[Cue the bird murmuring 'Poooooor Joe!']

[Libby laughs.] Who taught him that?

[She moves over to stroke the bird's head and neck with a forefinger. She doesn't want to get down to business. She knows it's going to hurt.]

I have no idea, but it's the only thing he says and he won't shut up.

[The bird nibbles at Libby's hand.]

I'm sorry about Neil.

[Libby coos at the bird.]

Thanks...so am I. I really hope life starts looking up for him, Morgan, because he doesn't deserve the shit he's been through.

[Gradually, she stops petting the bird and turns to look Morgan in the face.]

I think it's time.

[There's no confusion in her face when Libby says this. Her brow furrows briefly, but with a breath she looks down, resolute, and pats her thigh to signal Mason to sit up. He stands on his hind legs and she strokes behind his long ears, something for her to do with her hands as a distraction.]

I understand. ...Are you sure?

I...yeah. I'm sure.

[And she starts to cry again. She thought this would become easier after the first time, but no, it isn't. Martha was simply the first person to get cried on.]

I'm going to miss you.

Hey...

[Morgan leans close to her, slipping an arm about her shoulders in an embrace that is more masculine than she'd like to admit, certainly. Her face is like stone.]

If it's time, it's time. Doesn't mean that's the end of it, all right?

[No manly hugs, Morgan--not while Libby's around! Libby wraps her arms around Morgan fully.]

You're one of the best friends I've ever had, and I'm going to miss you so much!

[Mason jumps down to get out of the way, and Morgan returns the hug tightly]

I'll miss you too, Libby.

I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you behind.

[She's trying not to cry anymore, but it's not going so well.]

I didn't have any real friends when I was alive. You...will always be family to me.

It was going to happen. [She sounds a little sad, but kind of resigned to this fact.] Not everybody's meant to stay here.

[She hugs her a little tighter, uttering a slow and quiet "shhh". She's touched at that last sentiment though.]

Always.

I'll never forget you. I promise.

Not you either. [She shuts her eyes a moment, then sighs, sitting back] How long do you have?

A few days, maybe?

Then no point in getting too choked up now. [She stands and goes to grab a bottle of rum from the cabinet]

It might be three or four days from now; it might be tomorrow. I'm not sure.

[She's a little puzzled at Morgan's reaction.]

[She holds up the bottle] Proper send-off?

[She cracks a lopsided grin. Of course, she should have known.]

Have you ever known me to turn down a drink?

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