TWELVE ✖ VOICE

[wedonot]

[Right around the time when the scientists start attempting contact with people on the station again, Charles is jerking awake and trying to figure out who, exactly, is trying to communicate with him, because it's weird and unfamiliar and therefore vaguely invasive while at the same time piquing his curiosity - the station had seemed abandoned, and he hadn't been stupid enough to not check if the people were all just hiding somewhere, so either they were shielded from his telepathy or they just weren't there - so he's up and awake and trying to figure out what's going on, carefully scanning the area again.

But the only people he can really sense are the others from the Barge, which is still troubling, because the sensation of someone mentally nudging him isn't going away, so he fumbles for his communicator, switching it on to see if anyone else is experiencing the same thing.]

Is anyone else awake? Who else is sensing that? [There's a very, very faint sound of laughter from somewhere, a burst of static, and then a short pause while Charles stares suspiciously at the doorway for a few seconds before speaking again.]

I don't- [There's a long burst of static, which occasionally dies off enough to get a syllable or so of whatever Charles is trying to say, but it's unintelligible.] but they're not here. [And the feed shuts off.]

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[youwillgotohell]

[Since Morgause left her her bracelet, Morgana hasn't had visions of the future plaguing her dreams. At least, she hasn't had many of them, but here it's as it was four years ago. When she closes her eyes, the visions of traps and disappearing people and screams are right there, haunting her. She can't sleep. She doesn't WANT to sleep, if that's what it will be like.

She also isn't sure she wants t o talk to Charles, but she feel like she's being stalked, so.]

I'm awake. I feel like someone's following me, but I can't see anyone.

[darknessb4me]

They stop following you if you shoot at them.

[wedonot]

[That's less than ideal, and once again he tries scanning to see if anyone else is on board the station but finds nothing, just more gentle nudging and insistence that there's someone there.

He shakes his head, trying to clear the feeling.]

Where are you?

[wedonot]

Well, then I suppose it's too bad I left my rather large supply of weapons on board. [/sarcasm. :V]

[darknessb4me]

It's not my fault you can't Death Coil.

[wedonot]

I'm sorry, what?

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[darknessb4me]

It's a spell.

[Super smug. Port gave him some power back.]

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[wedonot]

I'm not very familiar with magic.

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[darknessb4me]

It's like throwing a ball but at the end someone catches on fire.

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[wedonot]

Sounds lovely.

[youwillgotohell]

On the...[She struggles with the word fora moment: there are no places like this in Camelot.] The station? [The question is barely there, more the hint of one than a real question. She's too proud to flat out ask. :v]

A corridor. My room was [fucking terrifying and full of nightmares and voices and :x] stifling.

[wedonot]

[Why do we even get off the ship willingly anymore. :\]

Are you alright?

[youwillgotohell]

[To find magic items, duh. :|]

Are you? [This is not an 'I am concerned' question, this is a 'screw you would you be' question.]

[wedonot]

No. [Fuck you, Morgana.] Do you mind if I come find you? If whatever it is decides it wants to make its big presence clear to us, I'm not sure we should all be separated throughout the station.

[can_has_vodka]

Charles, there's something wrong with the timestream. I went looking there and I got completely dizzy. I can't make much sense of it, it's...wrong.

And I'm getting "touches" from someone, someone different. I can't reach back quite right though.

[ichoosefight]

So I'm not the only one with the heebie jeebies? Why isn't that comforting?

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[surfaceshine]

Find some paper and write down anything you can make out clearly. Anyone able to hear this should do the same. If there's a common theme we can find it and figure out what's going on with them, at least.

If they're the people who should be here - [Never mind why the normally practical-minded young man seems to firmly believe this is the case.] - maybe we can find out what happened.

[youwillgotohell]

[Fuck youuuuu. She hesitates, because she's still angry at him for interrupting her totally killing Arthur dead...but this shit is spooky and she doesn't like it. :c] I don't. I'm in a hall, right of where we first arrived.

[wedonot]

Alright. I'll be right there. [Or he won't, because whatever's poking them has decided to snag him and eat him or something. :\

But a few minutes later, he's making his way down the hall towards her, keeping an eye out for anything strange and still not being able to shake the feeling that someone - or something - is trying to make contact with him.] Morgana?

[wedonot]

Same for me. What do you mean, there's something wrong with the timestream?

[wedonot]

I wonder. Have you found any information about what exactly happened to the people, here?

[ Voice ]

[wedonot]

Does this sort of thing happen often for you? [So dry.]

[ichoosefight]

Not really. There are a lot of experiments running around that look mostly psychological, and I swear I'm seeing ghosts or something ridiculous like that, but nothing concrete.

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[surfaceshine]

[Dammit.]

What? No. Pretty sure I'm still corporeal.

[youwillgotohell]

[Likewise, she's spent the time feeling watched, stalked, followed. She's stayed in the same area, pacing this way and that, looking around. If there were suits of armor on the walls, she would have searched them, thinking someone was inside, but there was nothing. She did jerk around hard when she heard Charles, though. exhaling quietly and chastising herself for being afraid.]

Here.