Life in the Royal Chambers at Taxon is an easy adjustment for Guinevere aside from a few things ( Read more... )

"This isn’t the castle...what has happened ( Read more... )

The Lady Morgana is sitting on a bench near the Sanctuary.  If the building did not have such terrible memories for her, she might have chosen to sit in the building itself, but as her arrival and the Doctor's trial are two things she would rather forget, Morgana remains outside.  She did not pick the bench closest to the Sanctuary, for a very ( Read more... )

Arthur is standing on top of a castle turret, against the backdrop of a pure blue sky. He's in full armor, elegantly waving a sword about. It's all very dramatic. It becomes even moreso when the delicate strains of a ballad begin to play, and he starts singing. Sometimes there are theatrical chest-clutching gestures.

♫ When I was a prince in Camelot
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Usually, Arthur is good with public speaking. He's made countless rousing speeches, and being a prince has meant a great deal of being thrust into centre stage. It's a bit different when you're talking into a funny little machine though, and you can't actually see the masses of people you're addressing. Still, when he speaks, it's with an even (and ( Read more... )

[Later on the same day that all of this happened, the following broadcast went out from Shane Hayes' tablet.]

Hello, this is Glitch. [Shakey sigh here.] Our captors have decided to...it's...DG isn't DG anymore, they've turned her into the Sorceress from my world. S-so that's why there's a big creepy tower where my home used to be and and those ( Read more... )

Since Morgana's (triumphant?) return to the Royal Chambers of Camelot, Arthur has made valiant attempts at ignoring her, after their exceedingly mature bickering match. Sadly, in this context, 'valiant' more or less translates as 'pitiful'. He's well aware that she's by no means up to her usual levels of strength, no matter how she might endeavour ( Read more... )

( She has her reasons )

When Mohinder had mentioned that he had nightmares, he wasn't kidding. They were no longer nightly, not in this place, but they were still quite frequent. And unfortunately, he was having one tonight. These dreams usually would leave the bed a wreck, blankets and sheets thrown everywhere. In his mind, he was running, running from something that ( Read more... )

The feed opens, revealing one Arthur Pendragon, seated at a table (in his chambers) with a bandage around his head (shrapnel from the explosions) and a piece of parchment and a quill in front of him. This is highly irregular, but he does have an objective. He clears his throat, before he begins.

"It seems that some of you claim to be from the ' ( Read more... )