003: [Location: Royal Chambers -- Osten [Visual]] Lost in Osten
It's the smell of smoke that catches her attention first. Next, there's a series of loud explosions, horrible crashing, like a rock slide, and screaming. One in particular, sounds very familiar -- it might even be herself. Morgana cannot see any of the results of the crashing, and smoke, and dust, relying on all her other senses.
There's a voice, one she doesn't recognize, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
And Morgana awakens, curled in a chair in her chambers, and the suddenness of her consciousness startles both her, and the book laying open in the lap, which lands with a loud thud onto the floor. The noise spooks her.
The next thing she hears is The Doctor's broadcast, and the immediate responses. Most of it means nothing -- the technical terms in particular, but the threat is clear. Without thinking, she grabs her dagger, her cloak, and quietly heads outside, not entirely sure where she's going.
Considering how Morgana's been feeling for the the past few days (one level above half-dead) the fact she's outside should surprise her, but she's listening to the tablets, and chatter, hoping she can find who she's looking for in time. The problem is, she doesn't know exactly who the Doctor is but she knows he's the person she's seeking. She does not contact Arthur, or Enfys, because the sense of impending disaster is enough that she would rather keep them as far away as possible. She doubts either of them would thank her for leaving them behind. She'll apologize later, as long as she's still alive.
Having never been in Osten before, the streets are unfamiliar, and the extras' blank stares aren't helping her. She even asks one (the first time she's willingly spoken to an extra), if he's seen the man on her tablet, but the extra only shakes his head politely, and walks away.
A quarter of an hour later, Morgana stands in front of a large building that's architecture is somewhat reminiscent of home, yet not, at the same time. It's tone is much, much darker. She stares at the large building, but is wary to get too close it for reasons she cannot understand.
She knows she's right -- the same way she knew about Sophia, and the questing beast. This is exactly where she's supposed to be, and takes a deep breath to compose herself before turning on her tablet.
"I want an audience with you, Doctor" Well that was about as officious and commanding a tone as she's capable of; Uther would be proud, "I know where you are."
The problem is, she may know where he is, but she sure as anything has no idea where she is.
There's a voice, one she doesn't recognize, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
And Morgana awakens, curled in a chair in her chambers, and the suddenness of her consciousness startles both her, and the book laying open in the lap, which lands with a loud thud onto the floor. The noise spooks her.
The next thing she hears is The Doctor's broadcast, and the immediate responses. Most of it means nothing -- the technical terms in particular, but the threat is clear. Without thinking, she grabs her dagger, her cloak, and quietly heads outside, not entirely sure where she's going.
Considering how Morgana's been feeling for the the past few days (one level above half-dead) the fact she's outside should surprise her, but she's listening to the tablets, and chatter, hoping she can find who she's looking for in time. The problem is, she doesn't know exactly who the Doctor is but she knows he's the person she's seeking. She does not contact Arthur, or Enfys, because the sense of impending disaster is enough that she would rather keep them as far away as possible. She doubts either of them would thank her for leaving them behind. She'll apologize later, as long as she's still alive.
Having never been in Osten before, the streets are unfamiliar, and the extras' blank stares aren't helping her. She even asks one (the first time she's willingly spoken to an extra), if he's seen the man on her tablet, but the extra only shakes his head politely, and walks away.
A quarter of an hour later, Morgana stands in front of a large building that's architecture is somewhat reminiscent of home, yet not, at the same time. It's tone is much, much darker. She stares at the large building, but is wary to get too close it for reasons she cannot understand.
She knows she's right -- the same way she knew about Sophia, and the questing beast. This is exactly where she's supposed to be, and takes a deep breath to compose herself before turning on her tablet.
"I want an audience with you, Doctor" Well that was about as officious and commanding a tone as she's capable of; Uther would be proud, "I know where you are."
The problem is, she may know where he is, but she sure as anything has no idea where she is.