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?"

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A little later~

[elvendryad]

It was the Isle, so of course no one would be too used to expecting to see a tree here, all of roughly almost seven feet or so tall, that was resplendent with a full top of bushy green leaves. Even less expected, surely, was that this tree wasn't something to be found, but a thing that found the someone. Its roots were shortish and relatively thick, and it had picked itself up off the ground to toddle around on them, carefully stepping over and on whatever was in its path as it wandered.

It slowed, not quite pausing as it came around the corner behind her, the sounds of its approach drowned out by her music. It set itself back down a yard or two behind her, just out of her immediate view.

Totally normal tree move, that. Just standing there, looking innocent.

It wasn't, of course. Well, it was normal for this tree, and it was probably innocent enough, what with being a literal tree and all. But it hadn't been standing there the whole time. Its trunk was oddly thick for as short as it was, looking more like a handful of trees that'd melded together than a single solitary base structure, and there were a few little glossy black gems or whatever those were here and there over those segments....

Totally normal. Yep. Nothing suspicious about this.

[nobodys_puppet]

Hearing a somewhat familiar stringed instrument, the small black clad figure slipped out, hood over her face. Was Demyx here? Would... Would he want to destroy her? Make her do his missions - even if she hadn't figured out missions here?

Then again, it was Demyx. If it was Demyx, anyway. She could just avoid him and he would probably ignore her. But she had to know. She had to be able to tell Axel if someone else from the Organization was here.

The female voice caught her just as she rounded the wall and saw...

Not Demyx. And hopefully whoever it was hadn't seen her yet. She tried to slip back into the shadows, unaware of the familiars...

[professorsong]

River clapped when the music ended. "If I asked for an encore, would I get one?" she asked, lips quirking up in amusement.

Comes in ridiculously late with Starbucks? >.>

[mist_the_point]

She may not be a rock star but she would soon find that she had an audience. One tall, armored, and- to her at least- likely rather strange-looking. He clapped a few times as she finished the verse. "Well sung, milady," he said. "And well met. Or as well as can be in this place."