#morgandrake

Obi-Wan: Stay safe, Morgan

Taking a small moment before he opened her door, eyes closing momentarily while he concentrated on the lights past the wall bringing them to an unstable flickering before turning them off entirely. A small amused smirk slid across his face while he slowly opened the door and took a step forward, he couldn’t wait to see Morgan’s reaction to this.

Only slightly backlit by the corridor lights, his features were obscured in the shadow and the current dark of her office. Inside his jacket he took out the hilt of a lightsaber. Pushing down on the activation stud, the office was suddenly illuminated in red.

Prompt 5 - What if?

Summary: What if Marcus had never met Morgan Drake?

The side of his head was propped on his knuckles while he scrolled through numerous student projects most of which were awful and not up to his standards. He heaved a sigh as he read through lack-luster proposals, unoriginal ideas and empty conclusions. He knew he had been clear of his expectations. 

Obi-Wan: I messed up real bad

Obi-Wan: Just emptied a vending machine of all its coffee and left it all on your desk, please change your door code it is god awful

Obi-Wan: Yes this is bribery

Obi-Wan: Ironically, your droid is looking for you

On his way to Morgan’s room- his newly gifted R2-D2 following, Marcus could hardly comprehend how quickly things had spiralled out of control after the hugely successful Unclaimed Fest. Even though Marcus was aware of some of the things Valdez was up to but he never would have connected a missing student to Vince’s necromancy and experimentation. Just thinking about it caused a quiet sigh to leave Ridley’s lips before he gave Morgan’s door a loud knock.

Having an inkling of how Morgan was feeling, he thought he’d do something that a good friend would try to do. Cheer her up. Work could wait. He had also decided to bring his kitten along, as Jenna always said, animals seemed to do the trick with cheering people up. 

Morgan still hadn’t answered the door yet. Knocking a little harder, he also called out her name but it seemed to do very little. There was no shuffling or footsteps. Listening closer he could hear music...

Testing the door, surprised to find it unlocked, he poked his head round the door. “Morgan?”