The Show Must Go On - Arrival

[lovebites_sodoi]

Open/locked?: Open
Who: Morgana McCawber & You?
What: The self-called Queen of Rock has arrived, and she's got a few things to say... or sing.
Warnings: N/A, will update if needed.

Sweet dreams are made of these, who was she to disagree? Here Morgana had been hoping to wake up in her coffin after that odd sequence of shared memories, embarrassing falls, annoying heroes, and an epic jam session. Yet here she was, among trash and gloom, and she didn't take to a genius to figure out where she was. Thanks to Mal's descriptions, Morgana was already ahead of most people who arrived here... but that didn't make her any happier.

But, hey, at least she wasn't chained up anymore - nor was she alone. She stuck a hand in her hair, jostling out her familiars - two bats and a spider. "Eek, Squeak, recon mode. See what you can find, but don't go too far." The bats chittered in agreement before fluttering off. "Archie, you stay with me, and keep all eight eyes open." After a loving pat to his head, Archie crawled onto her shoulder, and the two walked on to discover what new adventure they'd been forced into.

Another blessing was that she'd still kept her guitar. She swung it over to her front, and began to strum a few bars... music was her outlet for anything and everything, so she might as well use it to start venting.

No spotlight? No grand entrance? Not even a working phone? This was NOT how you treated a rock star! (And the fact that she wasn't famous enough to be considered one was irrelevant, dang it.)

"Empty spaces, what are we living for?
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore?"

Comments

[professorsong]

"Try dating a time traveler. The only part of fashionably late he gets is the late part," she said with a bit of a smirk. "But am I alive and here? Demonstrably. Is this home, however...?" She shook her head. "Not sure I even have a home really. Unless you count my jail cell. Not really the home type. But I'm trapped here just like you. At least... for now. Welcome to the Isle, kid. You're going to be here a while."

[lovebites_sodoi]

Bleck, time-traveling. That never ended well.

"Didn't ask for your life story, lady." She was no kid! How dare this woman treat her as such? "Just the ins and outs of this place. I can't just stand around and wait for my knight in purple armor to save me."

[professorsong]

"Purple, huh?" Hers wore blue. For a loose definition of wore.

"This place is all ins, no outs. At least not yet. We've been told there are people out past the ocean trying to help us... but I've learned never to put my eggs in that sort of a basket."

[lovebites_sodoi]

Morgana chose not to elaborate on the color scheme - her fawning over Darkwing Duck was nobody's business.

"Past the ocean..." She repeated with a bit of a murmur, more to herself than really replying. But she was still speaking in a tone loud enough to be heard. "That does fit with that dream I had with that Mal girl..."

[professorsong]

"Mal, huh? that's the name of the queen over there. I'd ask what she looked like in the dream, but as I looked... not at all like me... that probably wouldn't help much."

[lovebites_sodoi]

Morgana nodded once. "Not surprised. It wasn't my first time in a dream world, but it's never meant to look logical or make sense. That's the very nature of dreams, after all. But if she does know about me, about us, I'd like to think she's making some sort of effort towards communicating with us."

A small ray of hope, but it was very small. If Mal really could have, she would've done it by now, so they really were on their own.

[professorsong]

"Oh they can communicate with us, it's just strictly one way. Apparently there are" primitive "television systems in place."

[lovebites_sodoi]

"Of course. Why make things easy." She clicked her tongue. Alas, her talents were magic and music, not technology. She couldn't even fathom how any TV worked, much less a primitive one.

"So we have no choice but to wait until someone over there decides to grace us with their presence?"

[professorsong]

"We've been making strides, but apparently there is a barrier of some sort. The teacher in the basement seems to be the best one to pump for info on that, though. His answers require a belief in magic, however, it seems."

[lovebites_sodoi]

"The magic part is easy. It's the teacher part that will be a pain." Given she was a drop-out who ditched schoolbooks for guitar practice, she didn't exactly have a soft spot for those in the education business.

[professorsong]

"Pain is a mild way to describe most of the teachers here," she said, amused.

[lovebites_sodoi]

"Oh, joy and rapture." Morgana groaned. "They don't honestly expect us to, like, be in school and do homework, right?"

[professorsong]

She laughed. "It might be in another school. This one.. likes to think it is special. If being housed in a cemetery didn't give you that clue already."

[lovebites_sodoi]

It took Morgana a few blinks to realize that a school in a cemetery was a weird thing to mortals. "Oh. Right. How bizarre. Well, it makes no difference to me - if they can help me, I'll listen, but if they expect me to obey, I'm out."

[professorsong]

"I want to watch your first lesson with Lady Tremaine. Makes me wish the Isle had popcorn."

[lovebites_sodoi]

Did this lady have cobwebs for brains? Unless Tremaine was musically talented, Morgana was not taking lessons from anyone! "Save your appetite. It's not happening."

[professorsong]

"That's why I want to watch. Always fun to watch when people tell her no, you think the woman had never heard the word before."

[lovebites_sodoi]

"Is she going to throw an epic hissy fit?" Morgana clicked her tongue. Sounded like the snobby adults she'd grown up with back in her homeland. How was she supposed to respect and obey those who acted younger than she was?

[professorsong]

Oh the smile on her face at that question. "Spoilers..." she whispered.

[lovebites_sodoi]

A click of her tongue. "That's it. I'm going to avoid the whole school building entirely. It can't be worth the headache."

[professorsong]

"Planning to sleep outside then? The school is all we have for an indoors, and the rain here ins't the most pleasant."

[lovebites_sodoi]

"What? Seriously? You can't be telling me a SCHOOL building is the only thing we can use?" Lame! Totally lame!

[professorsong]

"Serious as a Dalek. That's all we've got."

[lovebites_sodoi]

If she wasn't already annoyed as all reason, she'd ask what the Hades a "DALEK" was, but right now her anger took over. "Ugh... fine. But that doesn't mean I'm taking lessons from anyone or anything. And the second actual available living areas are there, I'm out of there in two beats of a bat wing's flap."

[professorsong]

"You and the rest of us," she said with a chuckle.