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[consorting.livejournal.com]

"This isn’t the castle...what has happened?"

Shock. Pure and utter shock and a shiver are what go through Guinevere when she realizes she's not in the corridor of Camelot she meant to turn into. She grabs at her wrist, looking down when she notices the cool metal there. This was no part of the castle she'd seen before… but she didn't remember being taken away. It must be the work of magic, though this was no magic she had seen before.

She steps forward, examining the object on the pedestal that almost demanded her attention. The Tablet was an odd thing indeed. She didn't quite understand its purpose and poked at its interface for a few moments before shifting her attention.

"Merlin?....Gaius?" She yelled out into the echoing room as she approached the walls, palm first. "Where in the world am I..."

Up until then she was able to maintain that semblance of stability, but when no voices returned her call and she slipped down to the floor and let the tears flow unchecked. It reminded her of being in the dungeon, locked away and kept all alone away from everything with nothing to look forward to but an execution.

"Morgana...Arthur. Anyone!" She says through the sobs. "What is it you want of me? I have nothing of value… I am just a servant."

She hangs her head, fiddling with the Tablet in her lap. Everything about this place is so foreign to her, it’s hard to calm herself down and think. But then she remembers Morgana, one of the strongest people she knows, and thinks of what she would do in this situation. It helps her to take a few deep breaths and stand up off that cold metallic floor, shoulders back and chin up. The regal strength of a lady of Camelot; she would need to thank Morgana once she saw her again.

"My mistress is Morgana, Ward to Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot. My mistress and my king do not take kindly to kidnapping, but I assure you they will come for me." She said into the cold room, keeping a tight seal on the nerves that threatened to make her voice shake. Her hands clutch the fabric of her dress and the tablet at her sides, her eyes glassy with the fear she tried to suppress.

[ ooc • notifs are going slow for me so sorry for any delays ]

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[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

"Hey - hey." Spade can't help it. A young woman in this much apparent distress, he's gotta say something. "Easy, sweetheart. No one's gonna hurt you." Which is probably true, as far as he's been able to tell. "Deep breaths, okay? Nice and easy."

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[consorting.livejournal.com]

She looks around her, not quite realizing the voice is coming from the Tablet clenched in her hand. She takes the advice of the mysterious voice regardless; no point in dealing with her captors half hysterical.

"Who said that...?"

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[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

"I'm called Sam. Sam Spade. I'm a fellow abductee. Here - you see the little column with the doodad on top? It should have an image on it."

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[consorting.livejournal.com]

Her nerves have settled some, calming her down a bit more with each breath as she heard the stranger speak. So he is subjected to this kidnapping as well... he was pleasant and kind enough to help her when she felt lost. There seems little reason she should fear him.

"Doodad?" She furrows her eyebrows but it clicked when she opened her hand and looked at the object she'd grabbed from the pedestal. The moving picture is surprising, and all of Gwen's confusion registers in the image sent back to Spade. "Oh...this. F-forgive me, I have never seen anything like this before. My name is Guinevere."

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[mancalledspade.livejournal.com]

"It's okay, ma'am - I hadn't either, and I'll guess it's closer to something I had than anything you've seen." Because he can safely label her period as "old," which is all he needs for now. "Are you hurt at all?"

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[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

Morgana is still sitting on that bench outside the sanctuary when Gwen's arrival comes through. Seeing Gwen's panic is almost enough to incite her own, but she settles with fury at her captors for making Gwen cry.

But Morgana cannot think about herself. She needs to think of a way to make this transition as painless as possible for Gwen "You mistress's reaction to your kidnapping is a great deal more serious than not taking kindly, Gwen." There's a slight tinge of panic underneath trying to put Gwen at ease, and the anger at her rodent captors turns slightly towards herself.

She's gentler, the next time she speaks, she knows exactly how frightening the arrival can be. "Gwen, can you see me?" She needs her to look at her tablet.

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[consorting.livejournal.com]

"Morgana!"

Oh that is a familiar voice indeed, and a rather welcome one at that. She still looked around the room before acknowledging that odd Tablet as the source of the voice. Holding it up, she lets out a sigh of relief and smiles weakly.

"What is this place? What...what has happened to Camelot?"

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[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

"Gwen, we are in a city called Taxon, and it is as far away from Camelot as possible." There is so much to tell her, and Morgana does not wish to distress her further. The circumstances are distressing enough.

"You are in a building called the Sanctuary. It is where we were all brought to when we arrived." While there might be a bit of scoffing at the name of the building, Morgana's come up with something else that might put Gwen at ease.

"Arthur is also here."

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[consorting.livejournal.com]

She gives a solemn nod; very little of this place seemed like anything she'd seen before. But it is cold and sterile and nothing like the warm stone corridor in springtime she seemed to be spirited away from when she was transported to the Sanctuary.

"Not a very accurate name." She says with an eye roll and a nervous laugh. "How- I am glad you have not been made to bare this place alone, but why are we here?"

True the mention of Arthur does put her at ease, both for their safety and for Morgana's sake. The nightmares had been at their worst the last she spoke with her in Camelot, and she was always at the forefront of Gwen's concern.

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[magicalskeptic.livejournal.com]

One thing Morgana isn't going to share with Gwen during her first few minutes in Taxon is how the dreams, without any treatment, have become worse.

As it is, Gwen will probably notice Morgana's been ill when they meet in person, that will be enough to explain.

"There appears to be no rhyme or reason as to who is selected as captives. They ask nothing of us," other than not blowing up the city, but Gwen certainly does not need to know about that yet. "People arrive, and leave at our captor's will."

All of this is better explained, in person, "If you have picked up the tablet -- that is the device through which we are speaking -- you should see the door. Do you?" Morgana herself had issues with the automatic doors upon her arrival and is trying to save Gwen the same trouble.

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[sibreden.livejournal.com]

[A man's voice, light and sharp but not unkind:] Gently, my lady. You're as safe as anyone else.

[voice] oh well hello there mordred

[consorting.livejournal.com]

[ She's a bit calmer now, but his sharp tone doesn't help to put her at ease. ] ...Forgive me. This is just...overwhelming, being taken from my home.

[voice] hello yourself

[sibreden.livejournal.com]

Aye. [It is, unfortunately, as much his natural timbre as anything, but the tone softens slightly.] Is someone explaining to you, then?

[voice] camelot universes collide~

[consorting.livejournal.com]

Yes, though I appear to have already made myself out to be hysterical. [ She sighs lightly, partially amused and partially disappointed. ]

[voice] well, it *is* a silly place.

[sibreden.livejournal.com]

[He might be smiling.] You've the best of excuses. --This thing makes pictures, I expect you've found out by now -- is that more comfortable, or less?

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[trainedprat.livejournal.com]

"Guinevere?"

The familiar voice coming from his tablet is unmistakable of course, but it's been just Arthur and Morgana for so long now that he hadn't expected anyone else they know to show up. The sight of Gwen's hologram is both welcome and unwelcome at once - welcome because Arthur likes Gwen and unwelcome because he doesn't like the fact that she's been kidnapped.

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[consorting.livejournal.com]

"Arthur!"

To say she has waited to hear his voice is not entirely untrue. She had believed the others when they informed her Arthur is there as well, but until she sees him with her very own eyes on the Tablet it was just a hope that she tried not to dwell on.

"Morgana told me that you were here." She says with a weak smile.

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[trainedprat.livejournal.com]

"So it seems she's beaten me to it," he returns the smile, only faintly subdued, because of aforementioned ambivalent feelings about people he likes being kidnapped.

"Has she explained everything yet?"

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[consorting.livejournal.com]

"Some things, yes. I do not believe all my questions are easily answered." Her smile fades some as she thinks on Morgana. "I do not with to plague her with too much. I worry for her health."

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[trainedprat.livejournal.com]

"There is very little here that's answered easily," Arthur agrees, rubbing the back of his neck. "And the answers often sound like the talk of madmen."

His smile fades to match, at this point. "Yes, she's been gravely ill of late. She's recovering now, though. No doubt seeing you will be the best of medicines for her. You have been missed."

[crophisownrose.livejournal.com]

The fact is, Gwen looks a little bit like one of Sagramore's old girlfriends (actually, his favourite girlfriend), and that alone would be enough to attract his attention, even before she mentions Morgana.

"Softly, lady. Shh. You're all right."

[consorting.livejournal.com]

She's much calmer now that she's had a bit of direction. She speaks in a much softer tone than her nearly hysterical yelling. "M-my apologies, I was just frightened."

[crophisownrose.livejournal.com]

Christ, she reminds him of Gwytha. He taps on the holo to let her see him: a tall, tired-looking man, thin running to gaunt, with some distinct Arab bloodline somewhere.

"It's all right. Have you found my lady Morgana by now?"

[consorting.livejournal.com]

Ah, another image to make speaking much less awkward. Despite his tired appearance he does look rather noble to her and she bows her head in greeting.

"Yes, I have, though out of surprise." She smiles lightly "Thank you for your concern."

[crophisownrose.livejournal.com]

He bows in response, very beautifully.

"Of course." He hesitates, and then settles for, "You look a good deal like a friend of mine. May I ask your name, lady?"