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forma • [ holo : arrival ] • hwílum and tówearde cwén

"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.

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"My name is Guinevere, my lord," she says sweetly with her head bowed slightly once more. Taxon seems to be a place with no shortage of polite, noble people. Perhaps the adjustment is going to be much easier than she originally thought.

"May I have yours?"

Sagramore laughs. "Guenever. Of course it is. You live in Camelot, then. --Mine's Sagramore, Sir Sagramore le Desirous."

She furrows her eyebrows some in confusion. "F-forgive me, sir Sagramore, but it is not often that Knights are aware of the names of maidservants."

He laughs again, warmly. "I hope you won't think this forward, lady, but the maidservants are very aware of me."

Oh, Knights indeed. Guinevere is hardly taken off guard by his comment, though more amused than anything at how forward he is actually being. But he is a noble and she maintains the politeness despite her expression.

"You seem quite memorable indeed, sir."

...ok perhaps she isn't being completely polite.

Edited 2010-05-11 18:42 (UTC)

He laughs again--she delights him, he really kind of wants to kidnap her and keep her for-ever.

"Thank you. As it is, I hear a great deal more of the castle gossip than I'm perhaps interested in." He's not sure how many similarities there are between the worlds, but he ventures a name. "Do you know Gwytha? She's a chambermaid."

She can't help but laugh as well but for a very different reason. Though the maids at Camelot are quite fond gossip, Guinevere chose to avoid that altogether.

"Gwytha does not sound familiar though my work for the lady is fairly demanding. I spend little time with the other servants," She says, eying him for a moment. "Though I have never heard of a sir Sagramore in Camelot."

"Well, perhaps I haven't got there yet," he says, easily enough. "Your lady's made it evident that I may have been brought here from a slightly later time."

[ ooc • The Taxon Camelot Players Present The Rise & Fall Of Britain, now with less Lancelot! ]

"Ah, my lady explained this concept to me. You are from some place I have not been just yet, perhaps."

She pauses and thinks for a moment on the other mysterious and noble man who is familiar with Camelot that she met earlier. She recognized his name, but refrained from prying as they both seemed troubled by their meeting.

"You must know of Prince Arthur as well, but are you acquintained with Mordred here in Taxon?"

"Yes, he's my lord. He saved my life when I was a boy, and I owe him my service."

So he is a noble man despite an odd demeanor from time to time. Perhaps knowing what she does would make their next encounter less awkward.

"He was kind enough to lend me some help, I am indebted to him as well."

"I'm not surprised to hear it. He has a generous heart, although I'm sure he tried to frighten you with his demeanour."

"Actually, he was very agreeable and polite." And aside from a few moments and a sharp tone in response to her hysterics, he was rather pleasant.

"Then I confess I'm quite jealous of you."

She laughs a bit to herself at the thought of him, a Knight, being jealous of a maidservant.

"He should show the same kindness to a loyal knight like yourself, I think."

Sagramore coughs delicately. "He's--a little displeased with me at the moment."

"That is still no excuse," she says gently, though she knows the fault in her idealism. Few people with actual power would agree. "But you still have your post, and that is proof enough that is shall pass."

"I hope so with all my heart." And there's a certain quality to his voice, a certain longing, like a boy talking of his true love, that makes it clear whether he wants her to know or not that his devotion to Mordred is not exactly platonic.

She catches a bit of his meaning, though Gwen is hardly one for making assumptions. She simply sends him a warm smile in return.

"Camelot needs more like you in its service."

"That's kind of you to say. My lord King Arthur is a worthy man; it does me more honour to serve him."

She pauses a moment a hearing Arthur's name with 'King' in front of it. She smiles brightly in response, glad that her hopes for Arthur's rule come to fruition.

"I'm glad to hear it. Is there a Lancelot among your ranks?" Guinevere cannot help but inquire.

"--Yes, he--unfortunately, yes."

"Unfortunately?" That sentiment struck a nerve with Gwen; her comment is a little defensive. "The Lancelot in my acquiantance is admirable." aside from the whole lying to become a knight thing... ~~that's probably Merlin's fault.~~

Sagramore, to his credit, catches on pretty quickly to the fact that Lancelot a) is somewhat different in her world, and b) means something to her, and he backtracks fairly smoothly. "I have no doubt of it. He fights valiantly."

Gwen's still a bit wary of that, but it will do to calm her defensiveness.

"Indeed. Perhaps our homes are more different than the passage of time."

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don't steal her sagramore, you don't want to have a pissed Morgana to deal with

he'd only steal her a -little-. And what if he promises not to sleep with her?

Mordred and Arthur would probably get involved. It wouldn't be pretty.

Mordred says threesome!

he would. what is this, Mists of Avalon?! looool

Sagramore is making encouraging faces.

are his eyebrows waggling? is julian bashir a reincarnation of sagramore??

YES. hell to the yes!

this answers so many of my questions about our man bashir~

as well it should, honestly.

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fyi, i'd prefer it if she didn't find out she's the future queen.

okay! he wasn't going to tell her anyway, since he thinks that would be kind of awkward.

thanks! it's already awkward enough as is lol. i'm waiting for arthur & mordred to argue more, ngl

it will be -awesome-! i'm just waiting for sagramore to humiliate himself by passing out drunk.