This is my attempt to record the progress of my RP in the Crack Den with Lucy, I’m doing it a little differently to how most other diaries are done and how I’ve done them before on other RP forums. I’ve decided to write it in the form of an autobiography/memoirs in the future tense to do something different and also help counter any potential un/intentional metagaming as I hope to update fairly frequently with ongoing storylines. Written with Lucy nearly on her deathbed it also gives good reason for why some of the more nefarious stuff has been put down on record. I wanted to be able to write about Lucy’s past briefly to bring the story up to date and into context and I hope the way I’ve set it out will please those that read it.

Preface

A look into the life, career and controversies of one time DEPD and HPD officer Lucy Morrisey. Written the last months of her life leading to her peaceful death in the year 2070 at the age of 91. Written in the form of observations of Ms Morrisey’s memories by investigative journalist Ford Prefect, this book offers an insight into the life of someone, we do hope, the reader will find most interesting and compelling.

Introduction

I met Ms Morrisey at her current home on a stretch of almost abandoned beach some thirty miles outside of the city of Hathian. For a woman of such grandiose age she seems to live more like a well to do beach bum rather than a lady of such senior years. Indeed my introduction to her was performed by her two house staff who both seemed to be the ideal inhabitants of the house, a young and beautiful man and woman. The house, of the contemporary architecture of some forty years ago when steel and glass were all the rage seemed a very unordinary abode for a woman of 91 but as I was to find out over my time with Morrisey, she was a very unordinary woman.

When one comes to writing a book based upon the musings of a woman of such senior age it always pays to do your research. It had been indicated to me by her agent long before I was due to set into her house that Ms Morrisey was prepared to help in the creation of this book on her terms. Terms that were as bizarre as they were long. I shan’t bore you the reader with too many of those terms, just yet- but the one that was most pertinent was that Lucy indicated she would not be talking much about her past before her tenure in Hathian, this being her time spent in Dead End and indeed her life before then. She did, however, not attempt to prevent me from doing my own research on the subject of her first thirty five years of life from birth to finding herself in Hahtian.

The research, I thought, would be simple enough, this journalist is well versed in the art of researching out the lives of the powerful and infamous but I soon found out the detail of Lucy Morrisey’s life before Dead End were in equal measure mysterious and suspect. I took a trip back to her country of origin, England to try and ascertain at least the bare details of her upbringing, her family and working life before emigration to the United States. What I found was confused and intrigued me as well as filling my soul with a deep unease and suspicion of the woman. Many hours spent conversing publically available records did indeed turn up what, on the surface, appeared to be Lucy’s life but it was surface deep only. Her name was present on all the documents one would expect but there was nothing, nothing more than numbers, facts and figures to be discovered about her. There was nothing about her as a person, no personal experiences, no one alive that remembered her. She had personnel records within the Metropolitan police, dates of her employment, ranks held and training received, even commendations but no records held about any reports filed, arrests made, comments from her senior officers. Readers, to me it was quite clear that Lucy Morrisey, whoever she really was and is- is nothing more than a falsification, a rather good one, perhaps the best this journalist has ever seen but a person who seemed to come into reality at the age of twenty two in Dead End city. It was here that an application was submitted for a place as a Patrol Woman, rookie grade- with the Dead End Police Department that Lucy Morrisey first truly existed. Before that date she was nothing more than a fabrication, who this woman was before that is something I fear that is lost to time and the true secret will die with the woman we know only as Lucy Morrisey.

My last gasp chance and attempt to find out who she might be involved many interviews, appointments and arguments with the United Kingdom Home and Foreign officers, Uk Police Federation and even members of the British Security Services Press officers. All these attempts to discover the woman’s true identity ended in simple rebuttals. So it is with some annoyance and a heavy heart that I introduce this biography on the basis of Lucy Morrisey’s life from Dead End police officer onwards.

Perhaps this is for the best and, as you’ll soon read is probably in the best spirit of the woman.

I’ll leave the final words of this introduction to the woman herself when the elderly, fragile woman was pressed by me to reveal at least some details of her past life, “You would like to know about my life? Is that what you want young man? Well why don’t you go fuck yourself you yellow, conniving, piece of shit scum… now get me my rum and coke.”

((Chapter one, a brief story of her life in Dead End that leads to Hahtian and Chapter two what's happened in CD so far will be following shortly...))