tuesday, 3 PM

[ the temporal effects had already set in, but it had yet to become truly unbearable — morrigan had yet to feel truly mad, but she was sure that, in time, it would become unbearable, as if she were carrying time itself like a milkmaid's yoke on her shoulders.

she may as well not waste the time she was allotted. a wise person would use this ample opportunity to gather as much information as possible — if anything, morrigan found this ironic, as if it were set in place to be a hyperbolic boon to the villagers. with all this time, they could find out practically anything about their companions, and that is exactly what she intended to do.

as time clicks away, she waits in the kitchen for several people to get restless in the hotel, enough to brave the frosty streets just to occupy themselves. morrigan takes this opportunity to slip away to the third floor, making her way to a certain saiyan's room. she had her suspicions that he was the most powerful (at least, apparently) person here — perfect to start her investigation. she suspected he wouldn't exactly be forthright, however.

either way, she knocks firmly on vegeta's door, careful to not say anything — if anyone was nearby, she didn't want them to hear her, if possible. ]

tuesday, 9 PM

[ time, though now plentiful, was difficult to seclude, to find a moment to herself to be free — her ability to shapeshift being severely limited also interfered with this. without being able to be as an animal for longer than a moment, she had difficulty releasing herself, feeling at peace with her surroundings. she couldn't watch others from afar, removed from being a part of them, a human involved in their game of murder — it was disconcerting, to simply be morrigan, all the time.

the precious time she did have as a dog was spent behind the chapel, in the trees — however sparse they may be, she felt them the best substitute for the true wilds. it was here she could find some quiet contemplation, and thankfully, due to the warping of time, her ten or so minutes spent as a dog felt like hours. she watched as the sun slowly went down, filtering between the trees, heat dancing on her fur. the first day of their temporal torture was coming to a close, but she knew this was the quiet before the storm.

when she hears a rustling, she rises from her relaxed position, growling lightly. she wasn't sure how many people knew she could shapeshift, yet; she may as well use that as a potential advantage here. ]