Shadow And Eirlys Meet Morticia Addams

[Below is an archived version of one thread response to a LiveJournal post here, because LiveJournal became hard to impossible for me to access. Icons and threading not preserved, nor are other peoples' replies.]

[Morticia Addams (hemlock_garden@livejournal.com)]
Morticia Addams is new to the Nexus, but she's slowly becoming more accustomed to these strange forms of travel; she just wishes she knew where she was going. After a moment of uncertain looking around, she finds a seat. Her hobble skirt makes her steps so short she almost floats towards the chair, hands poised in the air like dancer mid-step.

She sits like a queen - or maybe more like a doll - back straight and face porcelain white and blue eyes glassy; out of nowhere (because there is no possible way she has pockets in the dress she wears) a set of knitting appears. It's a sweater: ten inches tall, with three arms and two necks. It'd be horribly misshapen, if you weren't an Addams.

Her voice doesn't suit her. It's sultry and she drags on her vowels; it's alive and despite the subject matter she sounds almost cheerful.

"I’ve never been so far away from the clan before. I haven’t ever left my family before. Now I’m a dreadful mess; I worry about the children, I miss my husband..." Her knitting pauses, because she knows she has a question, but it takes a moment to think properly on it. "How does one manage such homesickness? An adventure is one thing, but it's just not right without the family with me."

(And if you're the sort who can tell these kinds of things, the lady carefully knitting might register as almost human, but... not exactly right.)