Something moved and Dick was instantly awake... in his sleeping bag? Wait. What? He listened carefully for a few moments before sitting up, slipping out of the bag very quietly as he glanced around searchingly. Glass everywhere. Glancing down was actually a little alarming, but of all the things in the world you could be afraid of, Dick wasn't afraid of heights or falling. A floor or two below him, he could see what looked like an Asian woman examining her surroundings.
Hmm. He considered knocking on the floor, but he was wearing black boxer briefs and... that was it. Okay, fine, this was no time to be modest; he just assumed a less revealing position and tried knocking.
"Should I come down or should you come up?" He asked experimentally, wondering if the sound would carry and feeling a little silly for speaking loudly. But he was pretty sure they were a bit far with plenty of glass in the way.
Glitch went through a routine every single time he woke up, and this day was no exception. His first task was to remember who he was, and as usual this was established in under a minute. From there he would process other stimuli, which was where the problem came in. Quickly he realized that he was not in his ridiculously comfortable bed in the Northern Island but was instead bundled in some sack.
On the floor. Which was made of glass.
He sat up abruptly, then hissed and gently pressed a hand to his left side just under the ribs. He'd fallen a few days previously (thank you, mysterious and evil cursed clock) and pulled some stitches, which had set his recovery back. His other hand went to his head, and he was relieved to discover the zipper was still closed.
"Small mercies," he muttered and glanced around. Nope, still no idea what the blazes was going on. He needed more context, maybe there was someone else...he kept looking, and called out a tentative "Hello?"
"Hello?" Tosh replied, also looking around. As odd as things were - her day just got odder as she saw Glitch. She'd seen many thing, but not a man with a zip in his head.
Glitch turned to the new voice and smiled sheepishly, then worked on getting to his feet because if he was going to meet a lady in the altogether ("altogether" in this case being burgundy silk pajama pants and a worn gray t-shirt) he wasn't going to do it from the floor. Which was still glass and no he was not going to think about that yet.
"Hello," he repeated with a bob of his head. "Um. I I'm Glitch and..." He looked around again and shook his head. "And- sorry, I have no idea how I got here. Is this your home?"
Morgana is unaware of her surroundings. Despite feeling better over the past few days, the upset of the day of Petrana's attack, and Morgana's own actions on that day, have taken away what little energy she'd gained.
In short, Lady Morgana of Camelot, is fast asleep in her sleeping bag, unaware of her new surroundings.
After a bit of exploring and dodging moving walls, Glitch happened upon Morgana. Rather, he happened upon a young lady he didn't immeidately recognize who had not woken up yet. With a frown he cocked his head and considered his options. He could just let her sleep through...whatever this was, but there was a chance she'd like to know she'd been randomly transported (again). Plus there was something just this side of familiar about her and he liked things which were familiar. So he carefully crouched beside her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and shook gently.
"Miss?" His tone was calm but insistant. "Miss, please wake up."
There are few things that will startle Morgana awake. The first is a nightmare. The second, a much younger version of Arthur playing a horrific practical joke (he paid for it). The third, waking up in a strange place and she can now add a fourth, being awoken by a man who should not be in her bedroom.
She tries to sit up quickly (bad idea, with her ribs and all), and cringes. Looking around her, she realizes that wherever she is, she can see almost everywhere. The walls are made of glass.
Finally she looks at the man who woke her up. "Master Langwe?" And, because, what else does one say in this sort of situation, "Where are we?"
All right, so she knew him formally at least, given her use of title and surname. He wasn't sure if he should help her up (that cringe had been familiar) or let her do it in her own time, and so stayed where he was, indecisive.
"I'm not sure," he replied with a faint smile. "A few of us just woke up here, probably another one of Taxon's tricks." He paused. "Sorry, I had a nasty knock to the head recently and and it's made me more forgetful than usual. I don't remember your name."
The fading cuts on his face and fresh scars on his left arm attest to injuries about three weeks old, so here's some more of the Doctor's collateral damage.
Waking up in a strange place on a hard surface isn't actually a new experience for Giles, unfortunately, although usually those moments are accompanied by severe pain and some manner of bodily injury. (Or, in the distant past, the crash following the use of some illicit substance.) There's none of that here, and what's more, he seems to be...zipped into a sleeping bag that he's quite certain does not belong to him. In a t-shirt and boxers. Which thankfully do.
"Bloody hell is this all about?" Muttering, he fumbles his way out of the bag and frowns testily at his surroundings. "Ethan, if I find out you're behind this-"
Something -- the wall? Can't be the wall, can it -- shifts position in his peripheral vision, and Giles calls out half-hopefully. "Buffy? Anyone?"
[ooc: Apologies in advance for what I expect to be extreme slowness in tagging.]
The wall's sudden movement brings Morgana face-to-face with a woman she does not know, and someone she's sure she does.
"Uther!" In a moment of shock (it might be fear, but she's not analyzing it that much), she moves behind Glitch, back turned to the pair, gripping the makeshift cape even more closely around herself.
"Uther?" Glitch repeated and looked back to gauge Morgana's reaction. Picking up on her distress he spun back around and glared at the stranger. "Toshiko, who is this?"
[Later on in the 12 hours of captivity]magicalskepticMarch 28 2010, 20:29:54 UTC
Her two months in Taxon have barely given her a moment to adjust to anything, and, if Morgana knew what it was, she might know she's suffering from PTSD. Since she doesn't, she sees any nerves or worry as a failing on her part, as the incident with not-Uther clearly demonstrated.
Thus, since she can still see everyone (glass houses are convenient that way) and she's learned the moving walls do not mean imprisonment, if they start moving again, but just a circuitous route back to other places, Morgana's taking a moment and examining the house's library. Most of the books are on the occult, and she makes a mental note to tell Enfys.
She settles into the chair behind the desk, and opens a particularly dusty book called Lemures Quod Illud Non Tribuo Viscus ut Olympus (Ghosts and Those Denied Entry to Heaven). Translating the text is simple -- Latin was a part of her education.
Re: [Later on in the 12 hours of captivity]aliengeekgirlMarch 28 2010, 20:44:48 UTC
Tosh had found clothes, and was happier with her appearance. She was now taking the time to really study the place. The discovery of the library was fortuitous. Maybe it would give some clues.
She smiled at Morgana as she entered the room. "Hello," she said, before glancing at the books on the shelves.
Re: [Later on in the 12 hours of captivity]magicalskepticMarch 28 2010, 21:25:33 UTC
Morgana's managed to get a robe, (bless Master Langwe), and looks up at the newcomer.
"Hello," Morgana's formal, but not unfriendly. She may not know anything other than this woman's name, but they are both in the same predicament. "From what I see, it is all on the occult. The owner of this place has some odd fascinations."
Re: [Later on in the 12 hours of captivity]aliengeekgirlMarch 29 2010, 14:20:18 UTC
Tosh smiled back at Morgana. "I don't know all that much about the occult," she said. "I was hoping for some technological volumes, try and figure this place out."
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Hmm. He considered knocking on the floor, but he was wearing black boxer briefs and... that was it. Okay, fine, this was no time to be modest; he just assumed a less revealing position and tried knocking.
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She waved back at him.
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She'd been up for a while and had a chance to notice stairs, which she used to go up to him. "Hi," she said, walking into the room where he was.
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On the floor. Which was made of glass.
He sat up abruptly, then hissed and gently pressed a hand to his left side just under the ribs. He'd fallen a few days previously (thank you, mysterious and evil cursed clock) and pulled some stitches, which had set his recovery back. His other hand went to his head, and he was relieved to discover the zipper was still closed.
"Small mercies," he muttered and glanced around. Nope, still no idea what the blazes was going on. He needed more context, maybe there was someone else...he kept looking, and called out a tentative "Hello?"
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"Hello."
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"Hello," he repeated with a bob of his head. "Um. I I'm Glitch and..." He looked around again and shook his head. "And- sorry, I have no idea how I got here. Is this your home?"
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She went over to him. "I'm Toshiko."
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In short, Lady Morgana of Camelot, is fast asleep in her sleeping bag, unaware of her new surroundings.
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"Miss?" His tone was calm but insistant. "Miss, please wake up."
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She tries to sit up quickly (bad idea, with her ribs and all), and cringes. Looking around her, she realizes that wherever she is, she can see almost everywhere. The walls are made of glass.
Finally she looks at the man who woke her up. "Master Langwe?" And, because, what else does one say in this sort of situation, "Where are we?"
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"I'm not sure," he replied with a faint smile. "A few of us just woke up here, probably another one of Taxon's tricks." He paused. "Sorry, I had a nasty knock to the head recently and and it's made me more forgetful than usual. I don't remember your name."
The fading cuts on his face and fresh scars on his left arm attest to injuries about three weeks old, so here's some more of the Doctor's collateral damage.
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"Bloody hell is this all about?" Muttering, he fumbles his way out of the bag and frowns testily at his surroundings. "Ethan, if I find out you're behind this-"
Something -- the wall? Can't be the wall, can it -- shifts position in his peripheral vision, and Giles calls out half-hopefully. "Buffy? Anyone?"
[ooc: Apologies in advance for what I expect to be extreme slowness in tagging.]
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That's ok, I'm slow at tagging as well!
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"Uther!" In a moment of shock (it might be fear, but she's not analyzing it that much), she moves behind Glitch, back turned to the pair, gripping the makeshift cape even more closely around herself.
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Thus, since she can still see everyone (glass houses are convenient that way) and she's learned the moving walls do not mean imprisonment, if they start moving again, but just a circuitous route back to other places, Morgana's taking a moment and examining the house's library. Most of the books are on the occult, and she makes a mental note to tell Enfys.
She settles into the chair behind the desk, and opens a particularly dusty book called Lemures Quod Illud Non Tribuo Viscus ut Olympus (Ghosts and Those Denied Entry to Heaven). Translating the text is simple -- Latin was a part of her education.
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She smiled at Morgana as she entered the room. "Hello," she said, before glancing at the books on the shelves.
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"Hello," Morgana's formal, but not unfriendly. She may not know anything other than this woman's name, but they are both in the same predicament. "From what I see, it is all on the occult. The owner of this place has some odd fascinations."
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