I want to prophesize, my vessel is capsized

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Cured of her allergies, Morgana is frowning as something occurs to her. From a place in the open, she addresses the Plane at large.]

It has been near a year in Camelot since--since that experiment with the candies we were given, and what we became.

Our hosts have taken some action since, but is it a near-anniversary for anybody else? I can't help but feel wary that there may be some new trick intended and wonder if there is any way we can defend ourselves against it.

[She may or may not be having strange nightmares that feel a little too prophetic for her comforts.]

[Also there were pickles in these nightmares and that is why she is not going to mention them.]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

A year sounds right; and by the reckoning of my world's time, something happens around this time of year quite regularly. Your intuition is more than likely correct.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

What has happened here before?

[lamb_of_gold]

The candies were last year. Before that, we were trapped on the Plane for a full month or so and forced to make choices...[Though it may be best to leave out the grody details from that one]. I believe we were trapped in the Onsen for several weeks the year prior...

[There's a pause as he continues to think, and then he shakes his head] That's what I can recall offhand.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She frowns] Trapped? There are provisions at least, but if all seems--like trials, as a knight before he can take his place.

[lamb_of_gold]

Trapped. The food and drink replenished as usual, but it was decidedly less than pleasant in the meantime.

I doubt any such trials are inflicted upon the innocent, infirm or unwary.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

No, we aren't so cruel. But perhaps--isn't there anything we can do to protect ourselves? Some way to make wards against what they might toss our way. Stashes of weapons or... failsafes of some kind, like wills as to what we would wish done to us if we are made into something not ourselves.

[lamb_of_gold]

Morbid, but perhaps a good idea, all things considered. The trouble will be with those of us who can be dangerous if not in control.

[sosweet]

We have an idea of what we are dealing with, at least. And so, we'll be more cautious this time.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Some, yes, but I want to know more and have better protections in place, if it's possible.

[sosweet]

[ Takes a deep breath and exhales with heaviness. ] I cannot speak for others, but us Saints and our Goddess have discussed that same situation.

[ He's been wanting to talk about this to her but had been reluctant to say. ] Morgana... I think it is best for both of us to come to an accord about what might happen between us.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[warily] What do you mean by that?

[sosweet]

You know what you must do in case I... lose control.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Saga, I couldn't kill you then if I wanted to. You're well above my strength.

[oliverplus]

Morgana...do you really think they'll do something at the same time again?

[Oliver's expression is decidedly nervous as he approaches her]

I don't know how long it's been for me, but...I took your advice, last year, and I left a clock on the Plane. It says it's been almost a year since the candy, like you said.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Then it has kept pace. I'm not certain, but I have a feeling that something bad is coming. And not at home, but here.

[oliverplus]

[he frowns] What makes you think that? I mean...just because it's been a year?

[he's hoping that's all she's going on because he'd rather not think like that if he doesn't have to. he's finally with Chloe again, and things have been going well for him]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I.... I had nightmares. There wasn't much to them but...

[oliverplus]

[he cringes at that. so much for that hope]

[quietly] Morgana...what happened?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

It was only a dream, and ... there wasn't much for images, but I saw--places on the Plane. And people I'd met here. And their faces were all so frightened.

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies approaches with a frown] It 'asn't been a year for me yet. Are you saying they pull their tricks with some sort of a cycle?

[because if they do, it's news to her. then again, she's only been on the Plane for a little over a year--probably not enough time to spot a pattern if there is one]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

They might. With all the confusion, it's difficult to tell.

[grip_on_reality]

[curious--because that doesn't seem like the sort of assumption you make out of the blue. not without evidence, anyway] So what makes you think there might be one?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana hesitates a moment. She does like Menzies, a great deal. And the Plane has done a lot for making her feel like people will listen to her and accept her. But it does still sound crazy.]

[What decides it is, in the end, the amount of trust she had put in Menzies over the last plot.]

I have prophetic dreams. These weren't clear, but I saw places from the Plane, and I felt an overwhelming terror. I think something may be coming.

[grip_on_reality]

[her reaction is surprise--and curiosity. she's used to the impossible, and she has no reason to doubt Morgana, so there's no skepticism] Right, okay. I see what you mean. [she pauses, considering that] Is there any way to be sure that dream was prophetic? And do you remember anything else about it?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Relieved at Menzies's belief, Morgana opens up.] I'm not entirely certain, but it has been more than one dream. I saw some faces of people I've known, faces full of fear. That's all, I'm sorry. I don't know how to control them.