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[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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I suppose it couldn't hurt to look. [Hopefully. The events of their visit to Sanitarium Island were still fresh in his mind, and he had no desire to run into some alien version of the repo men they had once been.

Something brushes against his mind again, a little more insistently, and he found himself reaching out a little while throwing up more defenses to keep whatever it was from having too much access.] Where do you want to start?

[She checked over her shoulder again, unable to shake the sensation of eyes boring into her back. The question made her glance back at him before turning her attention to the doors lining the hall. She was unsettled, her skin was crawling, but she pushed her shoulders back and started down the corridor, stopping in front of a door with subtle designs along its edges.]

This one. [Maybe because it looked a little arcane.:v]

[Well, how could this go wrong, right? Charles carefully reaches out to see if there was something hiding behind said door, but if there was, he couldn't sense it, just the same nagging sensation of something trying to communicate wit him and failing.]

Alright. If there's anyone behind it, I can't sense them.

You haven't sensed anyone, and I doubt we're going crazy. [Nope nothing can go wrong here, that's why she reaches out and pushes the door open, stepping through and waiting for him to follow. She holds the door, but doesn't look at him. You're welcome, she still has some courtly manners left.]

My abilities might not work on whatever's currently inhabiting the space station. [Well, if you'd let the door slam in his face, then you'd be the one left in the creepy, sterile by yourself with the lights that are slowly coming back on.]

That was my point, [she murmured, looking around said creepy fucking room. As the lights raised she frowned - electricity is still fucking confusing, okay - and let the door close behind him as she stepped forward. The further she walked, the more the room seemed to shift, and she halted abruptly, looking back at Charles. In front of them, the sterile room had aged, and walls had appeared where none had been before. What had been an empty room was now a vast labyrinth.]

There might not be anyone- [Are you sure we're not going crazy, Morgana? Because it definitely didn't look like that a few seconds ago.] Here.

[He went back to try opening the door and getting the hell out of here, only to find that:] The door's locked.

[No we're going fucking nuts bro. Morgana backed up toward Charles again, turning just in time to see it fail to open. Of course. Turning back, she studied the now high walls in front of them, uncertain. But she squared her shoulders, and started forward.]

Maybe there's a door on the other side.

I suppose it couldn't hurt to try. [Except that it totally could, because let's be serious here, ports are terrible and there's a very real chance we're going to get our asses murdered, but it's that or sit here and starve to death, so. Charles is just going to cautiously start moving away from the door to head towards the labyrinth.]

Whatever I've been sensing seems to have gone quiet for now.

[Ports fucking suck and she is going to seriously rethink the next one. Without an objection, she heads forward, toward the labyrinth's entrance, and steps through. A whirring reaches her ears, though, and she halts, turning in a circle as if she'd fin the source - but instead of finding an answer, her feet slowly leave the ground as the gravity in the room seems to shut down.]

Morgana-! [But apparently the zero grav wasn't just switched on in that part of the room, because as soon as he found the word, he was being lifted out of his chair. He called over to her, trying to just go with it. :\]

Did you trigger something? Try it again and see if we can get the gravity working properly again.

[And we'll just float here in the mean time, I guess. :|]

No I didn't trigger anything! I just walked over here! [Floating is very, very strange, okay. She's never flown, she doesn't even know if magic can do this, and she doesn't know how to stop it. She flails around for a moment, careful of her skirt, until she's mostly right side up. If tipping to the side.]

I can't get down there to walk!

Well, I can't walk at all, so you need to try. [If he'd been someone else, it might have come out as more of a snap, but as it was, it was more just stating a fact, trying to get her to focus and do what has to be done so they can get out of here.]

Do you know how to swim?

[She glanced at him, the scowled tapered a bit by his words. She had assumed as much, but it was different to hear outright.]

Of course, [she said instead,but it wasn't as easy as swimming. There was no water to pull herself through, just air - and water was considerably heavier. Still, she tried, moving her arms and trying to push herself down, but objects in motion stay in motion, and when she finally hit the floor there was no way for her to remain there. She bounced up again, and instead headed for the nearest wall, grasping it's edge to keep herself floating steady.]

This is ridiculous, [she finally spat out, struggling with her skirts and the wall. Which she leaned around curiously, for just a moment, and then her frustration eased again.] It's become a labyrinth.

[He sighed, frustrated. Of course. Of course. He carefully pushed himself off the wall and tried to navigate over to Morgana to get a better look. It took a bit of effort, and he tried not to think too hard about how much easier this could be if he wasn't paralyzed. Focusing on that wouldn't get them anywhere.]

And how are we supposed to get through it if we're floating?

Having designed the room, of course I have all these answers. [She snaps at him, because it's easy to snap at him. But he's right, and there has to be something. Twisting in the air, she raises her hands, and murmurs a few Old English words. Her magic isn't at full strength, but she can still summon some window. It gusts them forward into the labyrinth, but turning is a little harder. Eventually she just tries pulling herself along the wall.]

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