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WHO: Morgana and OPEN
WHAT: Arrival! She's shocked out of her ever living mind.
WHEN: Late afternoon.
Where: Random streets
Status: Incomplete
Ratings: Very likely PJ-13
Morgana's mouth curled in a mixture of irritation and disgust as she made her way down the corridor. She had just finished dining with Arthur and Uther; it had been all she could do not to stab herself with a fork as she played the roll of the doting ward. As she struggled to pretend that she still believed in the possible goodness of Uther. For Arthur's sake. For the sake of her own life. She was tired of pretending but she was more afraid of death. Uther had no proof and until she figured a way out, she would have to keep on acting like she cared for him. That she didn't want him dead as quickly as possible. She would never forgive him Alvarr, for what he continued to do to her people. And he would never cease being suspicious of her part in setting Alvarr free.
She suspected that asking her to dine with him and Arthur this particular evening had been on purpose. Arthur had seemed surprised by it. However, Morgana had only spared him a passing glance. Her focus had been on herself, Uther, and getting through the meal as quickly as possible.
She was very much relieved that it was over and she just wanted to finish up her reading, go to sleep, and somewhere between that figure out how she was going to manage to survive in Camelot keeping her true self a secret.
The First Lady of Camelot opened up her door to her bedroom and found herself on a flat road, dark with yellow markings on the middle. Light eyes widen as she became very aware of the fact that it wasn't night. She was no longer a few seconds away from her bedroom. That she was no longer in Camelot.
A loud honking sound, startling her beyond measure. She stumbled back once again, falling and landing hard on her backside.
Where the hell was she!?
WHAT: Arrival! She's shocked out of her ever living mind.
WHEN: Late afternoon.
Where: Random streets
Status: Incomplete
Ratings: Very likely PJ-13
Morgana's mouth curled in a mixture of irritation and disgust as she made her way down the corridor. She had just finished dining with Arthur and Uther; it had been all she could do not to stab herself with a fork as she played the roll of the doting ward. As she struggled to pretend that she still believed in the possible goodness of Uther. For Arthur's sake. For the sake of her own life. She was tired of pretending but she was more afraid of death. Uther had no proof and until she figured a way out, she would have to keep on acting like she cared for him. That she didn't want him dead as quickly as possible. She would never forgive him Alvarr, for what he continued to do to her people. And he would never cease being suspicious of her part in setting Alvarr free.
She suspected that asking her to dine with him and Arthur this particular evening had been on purpose. Arthur had seemed surprised by it. However, Morgana had only spared him a passing glance. Her focus had been on herself, Uther, and getting through the meal as quickly as possible.
She was very much relieved that it was over and she just wanted to finish up her reading, go to sleep, and somewhere between that figure out how she was going to manage to survive in Camelot keeping her true self a secret.
The First Lady of Camelot opened up her door to her bedroom and found herself on a flat road, dark with yellow markings on the middle. Light eyes widen as she became very aware of the fact that it wasn't night. She was no longer a few seconds away from her bedroom. That she was no longer in Camelot.
A loud honking sound, startling her beyond measure. She stumbled back once again, falling and landing hard on her backside.
Where the hell was she!?