shifted_logs | a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

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a curse for every mile of ocean crossed

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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[He's not the only sneaky person in this family. And of course, two people being sneaky can only mean one thing: they bump into each other outside the stable doors.

She is totally wearing the medieval version of this. Because it's cool. And because she really wants to go out hunting alone.]

Arthur! [SUPER QUIETLY] Why are you here?

Why am I here? I should be asking you the same thing.

[Noisy shoes are what every betrayal-prone princess needs! She looks around, then steps into the stables and yanks him in with her. THANKFULLY, no stable hands around. Right now, just because it's so early. They have a limited time span. But it does mean they don't have to hiss as much, which is good, as that's murder on the voice.]

That isn't your business. I didn't realise you were able to wake up this early, my Lord.

And I didn't realize you were capable of dressing yourself, my Lady.

[You say that like Gwen wouldn't have helped Morgana sneak away. She shoots him a glare and starts preparing her own horse.] I want to hunt.

Of course you do. Just...try not to get yourself wounded or chase anything off. It's bad enough when Merlin comes along.

[She guides hers out by the reins.] It's very kind of you to allow me to come along. [Morgana feels that sarcasm is a good way to keep Arthur in good spirits.]

Morgana, showing gratitude? What a rare occurrence. Let's hope this is a good omen for our trip.

Morgana rolled her eyes at Arthur as they walked into the daylight--and then she stopped. It was their ever-loyal security force.

For a moment, Morgana was paralysed between giving up and hopping onto her horse and just making a break for it. But there wasn't really much to do about it, was there? She would have to work on doing this another day.

"You go ahead. I'll talk to them to give you time."

[Night was falling on Gallifrey. The Citadel was as quiet as it ever was and Leela had made her way to the roof of one of many city's many towers in order to watching the setting suns in peace.

Peace was all too rare, these days.]

Christine had just finished assisting one of the Enterprise's doctors with a patient and was now updating the patient's med file as both doctor and patient went back to their duties.

She was humming to herself as she touched the screen to bring up the page she needed, then started typing in the cause of the injury and treatment given. Pretty normal stuff on this pretty normal day.

[Morgana landed badly, confused and out of place. The skies were strange and nothing sounded or smelled like Camelot, like anywhere in Albion. Thinking first of the possibly danger (and remembering her arrival on the Plane and how that had gone) she put her bow back with the quiver, only so she could draw her sword quickly if she had to. She knew what a warrior looked like when she saw one. And she had little idea how to start this conversation.]

Forgive me, but I seem to have lost my way.

The second arrival was more disorienting than the first, because at least Gallifrey had a proper sky. This room was even more foreign to Morgana with the look of its machines and the style of its clothing. But it was easier now, because it had happened before, and she could hope that Christine, like Leela, knew the Plane. "I'm sorry to interrupt you," she said. She hoped it wouldn't be too alarming a surprise for the other woman. "But I find myself in need of some aid."

Christine's heart leapt into her throat at the sound of the voice, simply because she hadn't heard anyone approach. But she calmed herself and turned towards the voice, ready to aid her fellow crew member.

Instead, she was greeted by a woman who most definitely was not a member of Starfleet. She wracked her brain to think if any ambassadors were on board, but she remembered that the ship was three days out from its next mission and was warping through space. So who was this?

"Er, o-of course." She swallowed, trying to hide her surprise. "Are you injured?"

An afternoon with trainees was far more tiring an experience than Mu ever remembered it being. The thrice-damned headache wasn't helping either, and more and more Mu was thinking that one among that small cluster was gifted as he was. It would simply be a matter of finding out who it was.

Which was hard, when they all seemed to be mentally screaming at him, however unwittingly.

But they'd been dismissed for the day and with the lambs in Jamir, that left Mu blessedly alone at his temple. On the front porch. With a cup of tea. But alone.

For now.

Arthur looked down at Morgana. It would be very easy to ride off, almost too easy. Except of course for a code of chivalry that demanded leaving no man - or woman, in this case - behind. It would be annoyingly difficult to enjoy himself knowing that Morgana had stayed behind as a distraction.

He sighed loudly, before dismounting from his horse. He couldn't deny that their guard were persistent. He wondered where this persistence was - but he stopped the thought. It served no purpose. There were guards, and they were persistent, and now they were gone as well.

He handed his horse off to one of the guards to take back into the stables.

"You will have to work on your response time," he said to one of them in passing. "If you had taken any longer, we would have been long gone."

He didn't wait for a response as he walked back towards the castle.

Morgana gripped the reins tighter, twisting them around her fingers, watching Arthur walk away and wanting to stop it. It was always the palace trap. "I am not returning to the castle until I hunt."

Morgana's smile was the one she learned at court. It was for smoothing over and brushing past, for acknowledging that they were both not quite certain of where they stood. "I am well, but I do not know what place this is. Would you be able to direct me?"

Morgana was relieved to see Mu. She walked to his side quickly, a smile blossoming on her face. "Mu. I was beginning to think I would only be placed in worlds of which I knew nothing."

Arthur turned around, before waving a dismissive hand.

"Some of you men, take the Lady Morgana out for a hunt. Make sure she - just make sure nothing happens that will cause any problems."

He looked to Morgana, "Do try not to accidentally injure your guards. We know what your aim is like. And I expect you to bring home something at least half decent."

The idea of hunting, while being trailed by their ever present guard, was greatly lacking in appeal. Besides, there was probably work to be done. There was always work to be done, it seemed.

The greatest problem of the King and Queen of Camelot was how often they wanted to fight and how difficult it was to do so in public. Morgana shoved her horse's reins into the hands of a guard before stalking over to Arthur and hissing, "If you continue to do this, you will never enjoy yourself again."

"Sure." Christine's mind was racing from thought to thought, trying to work out from where this woman could have come. Mr. Scott had proven that transwarp beaming was possible, but if that was what happened, someone had either done so without this woman's knowledge, or she didn't end up where she planned.

There was the other possibility that she was some powerful being. The ship had come across them before, out in the middle of seemingly empty space. But, Christine thought to herself, there was a third possibility now. This woman could have come from the Plane.

"This is the U.S.S. Enterprise, a starship of Starfleet. It's a peacekeeping and exploratory vessel under the jurisdiction of the United Federation of Planets." All that rolled easily off her tongue, and it was only after that she wondered if any of that made sense to this woman.

Arthur gave Morgana an annoyed and dismissive look.

"What are you on about? If I continue to do this. Continue to do what exactly?"

Mu was surprised. Very surprised. Even with the degree of overlap the realities shared, it was rare for someone to find their way here...

"Morgana. What a plesant surprise."

...but her wording seemed odd.

"What do you mean?"

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