Maybe a Crackplot? Sort of? Just a little bit?

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan isn't normally one to do anything that might be remotely productive for anyone else, but, well, she's been bored. And so she's sitting the main room of the Mansion and has, laid out in front of her, a large number of small, oddly shaped glass bottles, each containing different potions. She's not selling them - oh, of course not - but she

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[jarndyceheir]

And because Richard isn't messed up enough... he approaches a bit nervously and says, "My lady? Forgive my presumption, but may I venture that the contents of these bottles are somewhat magical in nature?"

[morgansorceress]

*and here's a smile that, depending on how you read it, could be evil, or seductive, or just utterly knowing* Oh, entirely so.

[jarndyceheir]

"Is there... do you have anything designed for removing enchantment, by any chance?"

[morgansorceress]

Well, that depends on what sort of enchantment it is.

[soldierofgondor]

Pippin doesn't know that they're potions. He just thinks they look slightly edible. "Are you giving away drinks?"

[morgansorceress]

*laughs. It's not really a pleasant laugh* If you like to drink potions.

[Typist: You know, there is absolutely no one in Lord of the Rings who is analogous to Morgan. Odd.]

[soldierofgondor]

"Oh. I was getting rather thirsty." He pokes at one of the bottles. "What does it do?"

Typist: Go figure.

[morgansorceress]

That one? It makes you grow six feet tall. *with a rather derisive glance at Pippin's height*

[illgotten]

"Well, well. What have we here?"

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan gestures expansively to include all the potions* The results of my boredom. Would you like one?

[illgotten]

He laughs. "Do you think I need one?"

[morgansorceress]

Why, certainly. I'm afraid I don't know quite what your current issue is - memory loss, temporary insanity, mysterious absence of your lover? - but I'm sure I have something to solve it.

[scoffandjest]

"This must be what people have warned me about."

[morgansorceress]

*recognizes him as one of Arthur's rather uninteresting knights - a candidate for her to either to either despise or seduce. She decides, for the time being, to decide on the latter option, though that's not a definite decision. And so she laughs, leaning forward slightly* Me or my potions?

[scoffandjest]

Mmm... probably both. The potions, certainly. And probably you, too, since you ask.

[morgansorceress]

I'm unbelievably flattered to be considered a threat. Who's been warning you about me?

[terisaofmorgan]

Terisa watches from off to the side. After seeing several people approach, she gets up her courage. "What are those, miss?"

[morgansorceress]

Potions. All sorts of them.

[terisaofmorgan]

"Potions? As in magic?"

[morgansorceress]

Well, of course.