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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[ex_oneiromancer912]

Morgana got to her feet. "Of course." She unbuckled the belt that kept her weapons and slipped it under the sheets. Sneaking around was something of a Camelot pastime. Or at least it had been.

Before she played ill, she smiled at Christine. "Thank you for your help."

[hypospraying]

"You're welcome, Morgana." Christine returned the smile and slipped past the privacy curtain, rolling the cart with the patient chart up on the computer out where others could read it before closing the curtain completely around the bed. She'd come up with a fake patient file and had written that the patient was not to be disturbed. It was all she could do to hopefully keep Morgana's presence aboard the ship a secret.

Quickly, she signed out for a break, headed to her quarters, and grabbed the mysterious book from the Plane.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Morgana waited patient and silent, thinking over this world and its strange, magic-like devices. But she knew, though she could not say how, that there was no magic in it. When Christine returned, she immediately got back out of bed.

"Not vellum or parchment," she noted. It was like most of the Plane's books that way.

[hypospraying]

"Nope." She sat on the edge of the bed and started flipping through. "I'm not sure if there's anything in here about traveling to other dimensions on your own, but it's at least worth a try." She patted the bed for Morgana to sit beside her so they could look together.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Morgana sat, frowning as she looked through. "It mentions returning to the Plane, but I have tried that. It did nothing to bring me back to Camelot."

[hypospraying]

"Hmm, that's weird. It's as if you're being blocked from getting back by some invisible force." Biting her lip, Christine wished she could confide in one of her crewmates; someone who might know about things like this and could help, like Mr. Scott.

"When you went back to the Plane, did you get pulled somewhere else against your will, or was it only when you tried for Camelot that you ended somewhere else?" It was possible that the difference meant nothing, but Christine thought it better to have a bunch of useless information, than no information at all.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

"When I tried it, I was returned to the same world I was in. The movement to this place, like the place before it, was completely at random." She was suddenly very grateful that she had been out of sight when she had been moved. As unwilling as Arthur was to accept she had any magic, others might not look so kindly on spontaneous disappearances.

[hypospraying]

Christine frowned, wondering what tricks the Plane was pulling now. "I wonder if you're the only one experiencing this or if others are too. I mean, you're the first person with access to the Plane that's turned up in my med bay, and I hope you're the last."

She flipped through the book, looking for any keywords that might relate to what was happening to Morgana.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

"I can see no reason to it." She looked as well, but there was nothing. "I may go to the Plane to ask if there are others."

[hypospraying]

"That might be the best solution," Christine replied, closing the book with a sigh of defeat. "I'm afraid I haven't been much help to you, but maybe you can find the answers back on the Plane."

[ex_oneiromancer912]

"You were a great help," Morgana assured her. "And I am very grateful for the kindness you've shown me, though they took you from your other duties."

[hypospraying]

"Oh, it was no trouble," Christine assured her, though it perhaps wasn't the best example to her nurses to be hidden behind a privacy curtain for far too long while on duty.

"Good luck. I hope you find a way to get home."