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[youwillgotohell]

Who: Morgana and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HMS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13

[action]

[Morgana can't remember falling asleep, but when she wakes, she thinks it's into a dream: this isn't her bed, this isn't her room, this certainly isn't Camelot. Panic makes her leap from the cot, skirts tangling under her legs. It's not until she takes several steps away from the bed that she realizes she isn't limping. When she tests her weight on her left leg, there's no pain, and when she yanks up her skirts to stare at her calf, there's no sign at all of the damage the serket's sting did.

Magic.

Eyes wide, Morgana turns to exploring: fear has clawed at her these past few days, but she can't sit and wait to be told what is going on. But there isn't much to explore, and the more she sees, the more afraid she is. When she comes to a stop in front of the windows - they must be windows, but what she's seeing, what she knows she's seeing, doesn't make sense - Morgana wraps her arms around herself and stares at the stars, waiting for them - and her place among them - to make proper sense.]

Where are you, Arthur?

[video]

[Later, after she heads back to her cot and finds her communicator, Morgana manages to turn on the video function. She's not entirely sure where to look, though, so welcome to a terribly shot challenge.]

I am the lady Morgana, and I demand to know who is responsible for bringing us here. I warn you, when King Uther discovers what you've done - he won't show mercy.

[She's putting on a brave face and throwing out all the false bravado she has, but there's something brittle in her voice at the end. It was only yesterday she saw how little mercy Uther had to spare, after all.]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[another video channel opens in response, a moment later. there's some pale guy on the other end, with a little smile on his face. he speaks very calmly--since he didn't just wake up on a mysterious spaceship.]

I'm afraid you're not going to find many answers on that front, my lady.

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[youwillgotohell]

[It's his calm that grates, because anything that leaves her feeling like she's missing something important always grates. But being angry makes being brave easier, so that's a perk??]

And why is that? Who are you?

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and to be fair, he does not exactly ooze "I am a trustworthy person who wishes you nothing but the best"... but he does wave his hand a little, looking sympathetic.]

My name's Robin, like the bird. Unfortunately, I'm trapped here just like you are.

[he does seem to be in a different place, more obvious when he leans back in his chair. it's a smaller ship, not nearly as clean or as new as the one she woke up in.]

The person or people responsible have never spoken to us directly, that we know of.

[unbearablynaive]

[On the viewing deck the Marsiva, the Vision is hovering about a foot or so in the air and looking out the windows at the smaller passenger ships trailing the big mothership, wondering what exactly things are going to be like in the near future. When he hears someone else enter, he turns away from the windows and nods to her in greeting. She looks slightly terrified, so he keeps his tone calm and cool.

...Of course, he's also a maroon man floating off the ground, so there's that.]

Good afternoon.

[youwillgotohell]

[He is definitely a man floating off the ground, and Morgana freezes the moment she sees him. It's magic, she thinks, and her eyes dart around for any other company. How can he not be terrified someone might see?]

Hello, [she manages, nearly stammers.] How are you--? [She's not asking after his health, and gestures at his feet when she can't quite manage to get out flying.]

[unbearablynaive]

[Ah, yes. The Vision seems to remember himself and gracefully floats down to the ground. As he does, he causes the yellow gem set into his forehead to illuminate for a moment.]

My apologies if I startled you. I was created with certain unusual abilities. One of them is to negate the pull of gravity when I please.

[Video]

[child_of_bhaal]

I'm sorry, my lady, but the only people who'll answer you are those who share your circumstance.

[She's been where you are. It totally sucks.]

My name is Syeira. I can try to answer any questions you have.

[Video]

[youwillgotohell]

[That almost knocks the fight out of her, and for a moment she is adrift and scrambling for something to hold onto.]

I don't understand.

[Any of it, not at all, but--] What is this place?

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[serpentis]

I'm afraid you'll not get much of an answer other than the rest of us, Lady Morgana.

[He knows that tone, and he knows it well- the almost forced pride, hanging onto it by threads, as the fear, the vulnerability sinks in.

He knows it very well.

Dorian inclines his head.]

Dorian Pavus. I would say well met and such other platitudes but...I suppose there's not much to say but "welcome" and "I hope you're not too used to the finer things in life". Life here is a bit, ah, austere.

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[youwillgotohell]

Austere.

[She looks around the hospitality deck before dropping her eyes back to the communicator, and under the fear, the pride, there is the faintest hint of wryness.]

I'd noticed. [The truth is, she absolutely is used to the finer things in life, but...well, she's always thought she could make do without them. She just always chose those occasions, before.]

How long ago were you brought here?

[video]

[delincuente]

You know a guy named "Yoo-thur"?

[Of course that's the part Alex focuses in on. There are so many confused voices on the network this week, and tons of drifters willing to help, so she's just flipping through it all on her communicator and watching it go down.]

[video]

[youwillgotohell]

Uther. [And that is an extremely baffled look she's giving the communicator; how can anyone not know his name?]

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[justamobster]

[ Her name is familiar, but Ladon doesn't know how to place it. He shrugs it off and instead just replies: ]

Sure others've told you by now, but the folks who brought us here ain't real talkative. Well, more like they talk at us, but not to us, yeah?

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[youwillgotohell]

[That is something, at least, and she latches onto it:] ...But they can be contacted?

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[onlyanapple]

...Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

Uther has pretty much zero jurisdiction here, I'm not-in-the-least-bit sorry to say.

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[youwillgotohell]

[There is, unfortunately, zero recognition on Morgana's part - just a brow wrinkled in confusion, and the relief that apparently someone knows who she's referencing.]

He has a habit of enforcing his own jurisdiction. [She looks faintly uncomfortable: she knows what Uther would do for her, and it scares her. But she knows his temper, and that scares her too.]

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[save_the_souls]

[Well now. Here's a face he never thought he'd see again, hadn't wanted to see again. Yet here she was, mentioning a name he never thought he'd hear again either. In fact, last he heard from that kingdom, Uther had been dead and gone for awhile. And Morgana...]

[Ugh. It'd be so easy to just flip off the communicator and stay out of this. Probably wiser too. But, instead, he finds himself responding.]

I'm afraid the people who captured us aren't much on responding to us.

And...King Uther has no power out here, for good or for ill.

Video forever!

[youwillgotohell]

[This isn't quite the response she expected, but she did expect Uther's name to carry weight - or at least recognition. It's near comforting, at this point, to hear something almost familiar in that ken.]

If that is the case, then he will dozens of people looking for me. There must be something we can do!

[normallycharmed]

[ She's heard those names before. And her last run ins with Arthurian legend wasn't... Exactly pleasant. But then again she's had plenty of experience with way too many fairytales to really be bothered. ]

I'm sure you've heard the spiel enough from the others by now, right?

[youwillgotohell]

Yes. [There is something utterly miserable sneaking into her voice; she's struggling to hold onto that brave face.]

I don't suppose you have any hope to offer?

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[heresyandlace]

[he listens for a while, watching the whole sad tale play out for a few minutes before he decides to turn on his own video feed. so, a little late to the party, she'll get a sly smile on her screen. it's from a rather absurdly pretty man, with all of his coloring not quite right. his skin is a little too perfect, eyes ridiculous lavender, and hair an unnatural shade of blue-black.

and whether she's managed to straighten out her camera or not, he's giving what little he can see a good up-and-down look. it doesn't really work over a small screen like this, but the sentiment is there anyway.]

...Exactly what sort of lady are you, I wonder.

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[youwillgotohell]

[He is absurdly pretty, but it's the lavender she catches in his eyes that unsettles her. That isn't natural, and all she can think of is the gold that slips into peoples' eyes when they use magic.

(Do her eyes turn gold now, she wonders, how will she hide that?)

But absurdly pretty or not, he's rude, and that immediately ruffles her feathers. It's always been easier to be angry than afraid.]

The sort that's under a king's protection. [Which, she realizes belatedly, has no weight here - but she's not about to admit that.]

Who exactly are you?

[poetontheinside]

[Ray has never really known what to do with all that poise and grace- he gets awkward and nervous around Fraser when he's standing guard in full uniform, and that's nothing compared to the sheer regal waves emanating from this woman.

Not like he has anything to offer, but he feels strange not saying at least something. See if she's still got that little bit of brittle, or if it's been straightened out.]

Peanut gallery catch you up on all the details yet?

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[deshabille]

Oh, well. Kings. Kings never show mercy, do they. That's hardly news.

[openhands]

If your king should find himself here as you do now, he won't any more power over Atroma than you or anyone else here, my lady.