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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

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[moirabyrne]

Moira was walking back from work, having worked a bit longer than normal, picking up someone else's shift. It was a bit more than typical, except for the fact that, once again, Moira felt the slight jolt of someone coming into town. It had been a while since she'd felt it so strongly, perhaps since Clarice had arrived, but if she wasn't mistaken, this time had to do with her proximity. Being jolted out of her state by the honk, Moira's eyes shot to a woman who'd landed on her backside. The tall girl ran over, reaching a hand out to the familiar woman. "You okay there?" If she weren't mistaken, this was one of the people who inhabited the castle with Merlin and Arthur...the one who they'd been upset to find missing recently.

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It was on the tip of Morgana's tongue to snap the obvious. Or what should have been obvious. The fact that she wasn't okay. And she was assuming that she meant alright by the the tone and the question. However, she didn't. She swallowed the pain on her backside and the emotions from a bad evening, and gave a short nod. "I'm fine." She said, hesitating only slightly before taking the woman's head. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a mixture of uncertainty and suspicion, before she relaxed. "Thank you." Morgana said when she stood.

She discreetly rubbed her palms where the small .. pebbles of the strange road had made marks on her hand, "I .. where am I?" She asked. It seemed to be the first question to ask. Aside, is this magic? What is this? Why? How? Whatfor? And a million other things.

[moirabyrne]

Moira frowned. This was definitely the same woman. She hadn't met her personally, but she'd seen her a very few times around town. "Aternaville, Canada. May I ask when and where exactly you're from? I know it sounds like a dumb question now," the Irish girl said, with an apologetic smile, "but you'd be surprised with the variety of the answers."

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"Canada?" Morgana repeated carefully, her tone more than a bit wary. She gave the other woman a cautious look but she stayed where she was. There had to be an explanation to all of this and she wanted one. "I'm not in Albion anymore, am I?" Because she most certainly had never heard of a kingdom named Canada. And while she was not aware of all of the outlying, barbarian, lands she did know enough to know the chances were that she wasn't in any of those either. For besides the fact that she was quite certain that they didn't have any of these metallic ... structures or odd buildings, or such strange clothing, she also knew that the name was far too odd. Aternaville, Canada