a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Characters: Morgana and thou!
Location: Across the Multiverse
Time: Throughout the day
Summary: Magic is banned in Camelot, which is clearly why Morgana is getting magically shunted through the multiverse.
Warnings: Your princess is in another universe.

[Feel free to just comment here, starting off describing your character doing whatever, and Morgana will randomly appear beside them. Use log-style prose or spam-style brackets, as you prefer]

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[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Bob is building a lean-to in the dimming light which is looking over a cliff, it's still early enough in the year to be snow-covered but the weather is starting to feel like it's thinking about warming up.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Not ready for snow, Morgana stumbles a bit in it before steadying herself. The chill is not unfamiliar or the worst Camelot has seen, but still she wraps her arms around herself as she approaches Bob. The pattern of meeting people from the Plane would, she hoped, hold. "Hello?"

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Bob tips his hat to her. "Ma'am."

[ex_oneiromancer912]

"If this means nothing to you, I apologise," she called, "but do you know of the Plane?"

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He frowned thoughtfully. "Are you lost?"

[ex_oneiromancer912]

"Very, I am afraid." She moved through the snow towards him, glad at least that she was dressed for riding and not for court. "I seem to have been moving between different worlds."

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

"Really?" That's really interesting. Having no clue how to fix such a problem, he gestured to a log that served as a seat. "Tea? Perhaps you can tell me about them? If you have the time, of course."

[ex_oneiromancer912]

"Thank you." Morgana sat, then remembered herself and smiled apologetically. "My name is Morgana. And I have all the time in this world, until I am moved to another."

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

"Bob Fraser, formerly of the Mountied Police," he smiled and offered her his hand to shake. He set about to prepare some bark tea.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

A smile touched Morgana's lips; she had learned to shake hands not long ago, so she did so enthusiastically now. "You were . . . cavalry?"

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

"Of a kind, ma'am, though it's evolved in the time since it was established. We mediate disputes, arrest desperate criminals and ensure the safety of those who travel in these lands." Well, not these lands, exactly, but it looks like Canada, so he pretty much does the same with the various lost souls.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

She recognised it as the changed form of some things she knew, like the guards and the King's law. "That must be very rewarding work."

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a genuinely proud smile. He poured out some of the tea and offered it to her.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

She accepted the cup with a thankful smile. "When were such things established? Perhaps I should look into having them instated."

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Bob sat across from her, his own tea in hand. "The Royal Canadian Mounted Police was established in nineteen twenty, from the combination of Royal Northwest Mounted Police, founded in eighteen seventy three and the Dominion Police, founded in eighteen sixty eight."