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doctor who (d1) patricia menzies

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[403 has had enough of being cooped up in that strange bathhouse. after all, when you're thrown into a weird situation, the first thing you do is explore, and that's exactly what she intends to do. with that plan in mind, she heads outside, stepping onto the Plane itself. for a moment she frowns at the ground, tapping it with her foot] What the hell is this?

[with no answers forthcoming, she continues forward, looking around her suspiciously] Some sort of...city? [she murmurs the words to herself as she looks around at the nearest buildings. her lip curls] Well, at least there's plenty to see.

[but before she sets out to explore one of those buildings, she cups her hands around her mouth and calls:] Oi! Anybody out 'ere?

[she waits a moment, her expression wry as she mutters:] We can probably rule out an egomaniac. They'd 'ave 'ad more to say by now... [but, cupping her hands, she gives shouting one more go before setting off on her own] Anybody around? Hello?

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[Morgana's voice is quiet.] I don't really want to try to find out. [That would mean going back. The thrill of terror still courses through her.]

[Menzies' expression falters, too. she sighs, looking down at Morgana's wrists] Let's just get you patched up for now. We can worry about that later. Come on. [she offers Morgana a hand]

[She takes it and follows along.] Even this place seems awful now. Wrong, somehow.

Tch. When did it ever seem right? Or does not knowing who you are strike you as normal?

[she pauses as they head into the first floor outdoor bath area, muttering half to herself:] If this place 'ad a first aid kit, where would they keep it? Front desk, maybe?

Somewhere easily at hand, I would think.

Desk in the corner, then. [she leads Morgana over to it, letting go of her hand to look behind it] 'ere we are! [she pulls out a small kit, frowning at it] This looks like something out of the past. Anyway, it'll do. Have a seat at the desk, love. It's got antiseptic, and that's gotta be better than washing in these baths.

[She sits, frowning.] I don't know the word 'antiseptic.' We must truly be from very far away from each other.

Sounds like it. [considering that, she's grateful the kit appears to be from near her time at least] Here. [she opens a package of antiseptic wipes, then takes Morgana's wrists gently, undoing their earlier bandages] This'll sting a bit. [and she sets to work cleaning the wounds] What else do you remember about Camelot, anyway?

[Morgana winces briefly, but she finds that she is easily used to pain like this. It doesn't bother her too much.] I remember... That it is bordered by such nations as Mercia and Nemeth, and its king is Arthur, who has reigned for less than three years. It welcomes even common folk into the ranks of its knights and outlaws magic. The land is good for harvests, and this has been a good year...

King Arthur, huh? [she smiles a little wryly. Morgana's world really does sound like legends come true.]

[she puts aside the antiseptic wipe, grabbing a roll of bandages to wrap around her wrists] That's a lot of specifics. But you don't remember anything about yourself? [she gives Morgana a curious look]

[She shakes her head.] From my clothes, I think I must be a lady of the court. But I don't remember being one, and I cannot think of the names of any such ladies.

So...what, you remember what your country is like but not your own life? [she's quiet for a moment, thinking about it as she bandages Morgana's wrists] It's like this place is taunting us.

[She nods, agreeing with both those statements.] What can you remember?

[she frowns, thinking. after a moment, she smiles wryly:] 'Bout the same. It's 2012. I'm from England--it's on an island, bordered by Wales and Scotland. Part of the United Kingdom. We've got a queen, but our actual government's based around the Prime Minister. You get the idea. [she looks down at herself. though she's disheveled after that experience, her suit is still clearly a nice one] I'd 'ave to guess I've got some sort of office job, but I've got no idea what.

An... office of government? [Desk jobs are not a thing.]

[she snorts, her expression wry] You think so? Doesn't feel quite right. Mind you, I'm not sure what sort of job does feel right, so I guess anything's possible. But I don't...think...I'm a politician.

There. [she lets go of Morgana's hands, her wrists successfully bandaged] 'ow's that? Not too tight?

If it doesn't feel right, then it probably isn't.

[She smiles.] Perfect, thank you.

Good point.

[she smiles back] No problem. Look, I'm gonna see if I can find a mirror. And some ice. [she puts a hand to the welt on her head, wincing] You think you'll stay here for now?

Yes, I'll stay. Is there anything I can do? [She doesn't know who she is, but she knows she hates being useless.]

[she is in the process of closing the first aid kit to take it with her when she hesitates, noting that tone in Morgana's voice. she knows that feeling. so she nods] Yeah, think you could wipe down the cuts? [she gestures at her face, grabbing an antiseptic wipe to offer to her] Probably better than using a mirror.

And if you're gonna be around, we should stay in touch. Can I find you again in a few hours?

[she doesn't think she's concussed, but it seems like a good precaution in a dangerous place like this to watch each other's backs]

[Morgana smiles and begins to tend to Menzies's cuts.] Yes, of course. I might return to my room. Or I thought I saw a library. There may be some hints there.

[she winces at the sting of it but stays still. her tone is firm as she cautions:] If you're going out there again, don't do it alone. We don't know if there's a way to break out of those visions without a second person.

[Morgana works with a steady hand.] I promise, I'll bring someone with me. I don't want to be trapped in a vision like that.

[she would nod, but in the current circumstances, she decides to vocalise her assent instead] Right. I'll go by your room later. If you're out, we'll just 'ave to meet up another time.

[or she'll find someone else herself and try the library, but she doesn't want to make that promise without knowing more about what they're up against]

Thank you. [Morgana looks her over once more to be sure there are no other cuts.] That was the last of them.

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