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[grip_on_reality]

[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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[ex_oneiromancer912]

Hello? [Hi, Morgana still has her knife. But she lowers it, because Menzies seems like one of their own.] I see you're trying to learn about this place as well.

[grip_on_reality]

[she tenses at the sight of the knife. unfortunately for her, the Plane stripped her of her police equipment as it would have been too large a clue to her identity, so she isn't armed. but when Morgana relaxes, she does a bit, too. she nods] Yeah. I take it you can't remember anything either?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She shakes her head.] Nothing at all, not even my name.

[grip_on_reality]

Me neither. [she holds up her arm to show her wristband] 403, unless you can think of anything better. You?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She shows hers.] 806.

[grip_on_reality]

All right, 806. [she points at the bar] There's a building over there. How 'bout we start with that?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[806 nods. Her knife is out again (she wants a sword, knows that such a weapon would feel right in her hand, but the knife will do) as she approaches it. She opens the door and steps in]

[There is the bottle on the table, but nothing terrible.]

It looks as if whoever lives here likes to drink.

[grip_on_reality]

[403 follows her, looking around the room curiously as they enter] Heh, no surprise there. This looks like a pub.

[she walks over to the bar, taking a look at the selection behind it. she whistles] How's this for variety! Wine from 1885 on Earth next to...something green...from thirty-thousand si--[but she stops abruptly, tilting her head. she thought she heard something]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana stops, eyes moving to Menzies.] Is something wrong?

[grip_on_reality]

Don't you hear that? Shh. [she holds up a hand to silence Morgana, still listening. after a brief moment, she asks in confusion:] Was it...windy out there?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She listens, but...] I don't hear anything.

[grip_on_reality]

[confused] But it's... [she pales, rushing to look out the door, but there's nothing out there. she's starting to get rather frantic now] I can hear it! A storm coming. Can't you hear it!? [she's yelling now, shouting over the wind in her head] Don't you feel that!? [she pushes the door shut, slamming it against the illusion of wind, but it does no good] It's in this room!

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She's startled by that passion, that fear, and she takes a step back.]

There isn't anything here!

[grip_on_reality]

There is! The wind!! [she's in a panic now, even as she struggles to think, to come up with a plan of action--]

...oh god! 806, move!

[and she rushes back across the room, shoving Morgana hard away from the bar. even as she does, she cries out, quickly dropping into a crouch with her hands over her head as she sees bottles crashing down in the wind, shattering on the bar and showering her with broken glass. and despite the fact that nothing she is seeing is real, small cuts appear on her face and arms--torn clothing and thin lines of red, as though glass truly had showered down on her]

Get down and stay there!

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana's eyes widen. She was alarmed, but--Menzies is getting hurt.]

[She has no idea what she is doing, what kind of spell this is, but she knows she has to get Menzies away from here.]

We need to get out of here!

[She runs over to Menzies, tries to grab her arm to pull her up and drag her out.]

[grip_on_reality]

[403 just gapes at her, not understanding why she's there. she just saved her; why didn't she stay where she was!?] It's not safe! Get under cove--ah!

[she doesn't see what imaginary object hits her over the head. she only knows that she's been hit and the world is spinning. disoriented now, she doesn't resist as Morgana pulls her, though her attempts to follow are clumsy and stumbling]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana keeps dragging Menzies until she's got her outside. Then she slams shut the door.] 403? 403? [She makes an effort to seat her, to look over her injuries.]

[grip_on_reality]

[as Menzies is dizzy enough that she'd rather not be on her feet, she quite willing allows herself to have a seat on the ground once she's outside. thankfully, her cuts are minor, although they're still bleeding. a bump is starting to form near her temple, and she's only half-coherent between the blow and her panic] What...what was...!? Where...? [she looks around her, agitated and not believing that the storm is just gone] It's...stopped...

[ex_oneiromancer912]

I will get you some water for the injuries, but first, what happened?

[grip_on_reality]

What? [she turns her gaze to Morgana, struggling to focus, but she can't understand the question. sure, Morgana didn't see it coming, but...didn't she see it when it hit? how could she have missed it?]

A windstorm! Ripped right through the building. [her gaze is desperate as she struggles for a logical explanation, knowing nothing logical is going to hold water if Morgana didn't notice the storm] Couldn't you tell? [she gestures as she explains brokenly] Falling bottles, breaking glass--all that wind! You had to have felt it.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

...I... didn't feel anything. All I saw was you panicking and then injuries appearing on you as if from nothing.

[grip_on_reality]

What? But... [she gapes at Morgana before closing her eyes for a moment as she cringes against the pain in her head] Tch... [raising a hand, she touches the bump gingerly as she opens her eyes again] How is that possible? It happened. I have real injuries. [and as though to emphasize that fact to both Morgana and herself, she holds out her arms to show the glass cuts on them] You can see at least that. Right?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Yes, I can see those. But there wasn't anything there. No bottles broke or fell.

[grip_on_reality]

[she shakes her head--and winces at the movement] This doesn't make any sense. You 'aven't got a scratch, right? How did it only 'appen to me? [absently, she wipes at blood dripping down her cheek]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana places a hand on her shoulder, a gesture to tell her to rest.] I don't know. The spell was only cast on you, perhaps?