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» WHO? Morgana + anyone who wants to get hit in the face with a communicator
» WHEN? 5/18, you know, around then
» WHERE? deck 6 corridors, observation deck
» WHAT? Morgana wakes up, thinks her communicator is possessed and then yells at the moons (Old Witch Yells At Space)
» WARNINGS? None, but I'll edit accordingly and warn in subject lines if anything comes up!

a; outside level 6 quarters

[ all things considered, this is not where she expected her soul to end up.

the cold, grimy floor of the deck corridor is not so unfamiliar to her that morgana is perplexed. no, it feels like somewhere she was before, and this dim lighting certainly doesn't help. there are key factors missing, and she uses those to ground herself. Don't forget about those things. It is not the same, she tells herself.

far less familiar to the girl is the device that buzzes. it comes alive, and it's looping message is curious. morgana thinks it's just someone speaking directly to her, and upon discovering it is not a person...

...the source of the noise, whatever this curious device is, must go. metal doesn't speak. morgana wastes no time in disposing of it.

by throwing it into the corridor.

you know, with her skeleton hand. there's a redhead with long braids lobbing her communicator down the corridor with such a disdain for the thing, you might think she was doing it for the vine.

hope it doesn't hit you in the face? ]

b; observation deck

[ the other point of offense was that hideous jumpsuit. morgana doesn't have spare clothing, though, so she raids the room she claims as her's, and can be spotted in the observation deck. the sheets off her bed have been pulled free of the mattress and wrapped around her like a cloak, covering most of her body. this is much more appropriate, she thinks - now, if she had a belt and some way to sew sleeves into it...

...but that's not why she's glowering out into space. her expression is hard, steely; she doesn't look particularly approachable. morgana is standing there, arms at her sides, one flesh hand exposed and one skeleton hand peeking out beneath the sheet settled over her shoulders. ]

...And I'm to believe there were two moons all this time? What sort of madman dreams up a world with two moons? I have to say, it's unique, at least.

[ she's calling it stupid. going quiet, the girl stands as still as a statue. she seems unaware anyone is at all present in the room with her...? ]

What are your ears for if not to listen? Decoration? I must say, my dear, I was hoping you might have an opinion on the doubling of that particular celestial body.

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[ her wording is curious, and morgana's not sure if this woman is asking for a date or a place. either way, she realizes as she looks back at vanessa that what she knows that place as... could date her, as well. ]

Does the where matter, my dear? I'd say it's the when in this place. The year was 1099, I believe... I've already met someone from 2540, so please. Don't be shy. Whereabouts would you be from?

( vanessa doesn't know whether to feel relieved or something else. she'd already known that this wasn't her time, that had been confirmed in one of her first conversations waking up here, but to find someone else so obviously out of time, and from a time so far gone-- )

1891. At least you're not trying to tell me that it's impossible.

( though amos had tried to tell her that what vanessa believed was impossible, not just the year she believed it to be )

[ the impossible was so much more possible than people realized, morgana thinks, and to turn your back on that simple fact when you're out here in space seemed more than a little silly. downright foolish, in fact. ]

I see no reason to deny what is simply the truth. 1869 is as far as my memory will go, but 1099 was... my year, yes. I believe so.

[ in other words, this is hardly the first instance of being displaced in time for the girl. ] Tell me - President Grant. Is he still in office?

[ politics came up, briefly, in the mansion from time to time. morgana heard things, yes, but this is more of her feeling out for what sort of world vanessa might be from. if it's the same, she imagines she's much more lucky than she realizes. ]

That isn't a name I've heard, though I never did ask Mr. Chandler about the political situation.

( she'd been far too involved with a different situation and he'd shied away from questions regarding america )

But-- ( there's a pause, a confused frown ) --you're familiar with being in different times?

1099, 1603, 1707, and 1869 are the years I remember clearest. It seemed that house placed itself where it was most needed, regardless of time and space. Unusual, is it not? But for me, it was commonplace.

[ many people would let those words hang, and stop there, but morgana presses on; after all, why not? there's still a bit more teasing to be had. ]

I can't imagine it is something you've never thought of. The 1800s were a time of great change, when man created machine and man wondered if machine would overtake him. In such a fashion, it was probably inevitable that so many turned to spirituality and the unknown to wonder how far their inventions and machines would take them. Harsh metal was everywhere to be seen, medicine was rapidly developing... Surely, in a time like that is where a home such as mine would end up eventually.

( she was right, vanessa did find it unusual, and there were a few questions that came to mind. they weren't terribly pressing, and the woman's next words didn't give her the right opportunity to ask them )

If only those had been the only concerns. ( many did wonder about their inventions, particularly those involved with them or whom had lost jobs to machines, but vanessa's time had been occupied with something else )

I haven't heard of such a house, but I imagine if I did there would be many trying to use it.

You think so, my dear?

[ curious, morgana speaks as if vanessa has her full attention. ]

I'm curious, then. Would you use my home?

What would my purpose be?

( it was an honest question, curious as to what morgana may think, or what others had used it for. she hadn't considered time travel, at least not in the sense of ever believing it real, so to have a use for it to explore? that wasn't it )

I'm not in the habit of running from things.

( perhaps it's telling where her thoughts take her instead )

From? No, perhaps not.

[ tilting her head, morgana observes the woman from toe to head. she's beautiful, elegant. an air of mystery. danger, even. she isn't like maria, or ceren, or giselle. she isn't like the saintess, either. something entirely new... so morgana takes a chance. ]

To something, no? We all have wants and desires. To where would you run, my dear? Whose arms is it that you would crash into?

( for a few seconds vanessa looks entirely uncomfortable, her gaze dipping. morgana's chance hit it spot on the nose, even if vanessa may not entirely recognise it herself )

All those that I cared for have gone.

( left. but doesn't that make it even more perfect for her to want to reunite with them? to find them again? )

Perhaps not everyone would use it.

( though it's said with a little bitterness. she doesn't entirely believe that )

It matters not if you want to use it, in any case. Rather, it only matters if I allow you to use it. The power does not truly reside in the house itself.

[ it's a smooth explanation, one that completely slides past vanessa's reaction. though she notes it, she does not bring it up; there are more opportune moments to bring up such tender wounds. ]

You are not the first lonely girl to wind up in front of me, regretfully... It's so sad, isn't it? To become the last one standing.

( at any other moment that comment perhaps wouldn't sting quite so much. vanessa knows that she is lonely, usually she accepts it, believing herself better alone, but usually that comment comes from herself where she's with those that care about her. now she knows what truly alone is like, abandoned by those who claimed to care and as far removed as she could be from her home. what a cruel world this is )

And what of you? Should it not say something that you draw in such people? That you prey on them?

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