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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[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[hypospraying]

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.

[lamb_of_gold]

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.

[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.

asfghjkl laaaate! why didn't I see this before? ;;;;;;

[sosweet]

Patrol duties were something that Saga was used to. A way to distract himself and not to be found throughout Sanctuary. It was dark already when he arrived at his Temple, walking through the hallway directly to his room. He knew his twin was having a "boy's night" with Milo, Camus, Aioria, his brother Aioros and Shura at Scorpio Temple, so the Gemini Saint was alone for the rest of the night.

He took off his Gold Cloth and kept it inside his golden box before heading to the bathroom and taking a shower. After that, he was drying his hair with a towel absent-mindedly, just wearing a pair of trousers, barefoot and completely shirtless, exposing his well-shaped upper body.

Finally walking through the kitchen to have a glass with water, completely sure that there was no one inside the Temple at this hour... or so he thought.

I am very, very late. I know. <<

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

It has been a long day, a long few months, and it looks like there will be no end to it for some time.

It is not the worse case scenario, as Artery is fond of reminding her, for that'd involve the demons swiftly getting bored of a, to all intents and purposes, human queen and ripping her limb from limb - but it is hardly the best. Not with the spectre of Death, the one that drove her to action, rising steadily by the day, not with Loss still not found, not with Beranabus still out there and capable of taking all that she has worked for and turning it into dust!

(Well, probably not into dust but you never know with Beranabus - he has ruined her life many times before; he could probably do it again.)

Queen Juni, as she is fond of reminding Artery, is not a happy bunny.

...Which is why she is sitting alone in her webbed throne room, with a glass of wine (or something that looks like wine) in her hand and a rather annoyed expression upon her face.

Yep, life is totally awesome.

post world hopping;

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

After a great deal of debate, Arthur finally prodded himself to enter the dining hall to have dinner with Morgana. As much as he wished to avoid whatever argument awaited him, it was better to get it over with now than to let it linger.

He took a breath, before opening the door, bracing himself for the cold shoulder or the heated argument, he wasn't sure which would assault him.

He was not expecting an empty dining room. There was a moment of panic and concern, before it struck him that Morgana was probably making some sort of point by not being here. Typical. He wouldn't - no he did not - care.

Arthur sat down, content to eat his meal. He would let her throw her tantrum. It would be nice to have some more peace and quiet - or so he told himself.