[ DC 104 ] At 14:10, soon after the Wagon Wheel power shuts off

[smoak]

( ooc: Group thread encrypted to all specials (threadjacking encouraged). )

Power in the Wagon Wheel just shut off completely.
I'm not sure what's going on.
IntSec is freaking out right now.

[ Oh, of course, she should also mention: ]

I'm okay for now, I think. Maybe. But it's starting to get loud in the hall.
No one can get in or out of any of the doors.
Help.

[ Felicity's on the 17th floor of the Wagon Wheel, since she actually got assigned to work for IntSec. Maybe it was lucky, since IntSec, given their jobs, was one of the more protected floors. ]

Comments

[smoak]

That's ... yes, that's very accurate.

[ She wasn't going to hide it. Felicity has a weakness for a certain body type. She bets Steve could do the salmon ladder pretty well. ]

How? Like ... *busting* them open?

[lefey]

You should tell him some day, it does wonders for his complexion. [Which is pretty much the opposite of the advice she would normally give for big blonds who enjoy trying to have enough muscle to outpull a horse, but it turned out that giving Steve compliments was almost as funny as insulting Arthur.

And, well. Maybe she needed to make more friends. Get a hobby. Learn to make sweaters out of old electrical wire or something.]

I'm quite fond of my shoulder not being broken, and being that I am built more like a willow branch than a castle wall, cunning might be the course to take rather than brute force.

If I can get something to use as a lever...

[smoak]

[ It takes her awhile before Felicity realizes that Morgana means Steve would blush. She'll definitely make a note of that. She also wants to ask if Morgana makes Steve blush a lot, but...maybe not the best thing to ask right now. ]

I'm just not sure anything short of an explosive would get thing open. They built these floors like a fort.

[lefey]

I lived in a castle, they're not as hard to conqour as you might think.

Even the big iron gates can be defeated with a little ingenuity.

Besides, all jokes about Steves shoulders aside, I really don't plan on waiting for him or his cohorts to break me out.

[smoak]

Wait. HOLD THE PHONE.

What do you mean you lived in a castle?

[lefey]

Yes.

[after a moment she adds.]

I'm Morgana, I come from Camelot, yes I know King Arthur, only he's a Prince as we speak, or he was when I was there last. I lived in a castle, I was born in one too. I'm a proper high born lady.

[That usually covers the initial questions, anyway.]

I'm also very good with a sword.

[smoak]

[ There is a looooooong pause before she texts back, because Felicity is reading and re-reading that message over and over again.

Fracking Morgana from Camelot? Was this a joke?

Unless it wasn't a joke. If this was true — then it has literally just shattered Felicity's entire world. If Morgana was actually here, then the small amount of hope Felicity had that she wasn't a clone, that she was just kidnapped, is gone. I mean, how could she not be a clone if she was talking to MORGANA FROM CAMELOT?!? ]

lol

[ Because this can't be real. It's a joke. Morgana is clearly telling a joke. And when people tell jokes you write LOL afterwards. ]

[lefey]

...not the most informative response.

[Morgana frowns at her device.]

What is a lol? Are you alright?

[Root had kind of eyed her with a weird sort of curiosity for a while, and others stared at her sometimes but she'd never quite gotten this response before.]

[smoak]

What is a lol?

[ If she really was from Camelot, she clearly wouldn't no. But god how could she be? ]

Did you know how to use your PDC when you got here?

[lefey]

...why would I? Root taught me. I had my first mission with her. She's taught me a lot, actually, she's a good friend to have if you can win her over.

So what is a lol?

[smoak]

[ She believes that, actually. Which means ... she's a little closer to believing Morgana is who she says she is. ]

lol is an abbreviation. It stands for 'laughing out loud.'



Usually people say it to express that they're laughing when someone makes a joke.

[lefey]

...but I wasn't making a joke.

If anything, this place is the joke. There's no magic and yet we can speak from god knows how far apart. Writing is just tapping little letters. There is no sun, moon or stars. Everyone dresses the same bar for some colour variations. The food is stranger than anything I have ever seen and I once saw all our food turn to dust because Arthur thought killing a unicorn was a swell idea. Or Merlin's mum thought that porridge was supposed to taste like off milk.

[smoak]

Morgana, do you understand that there are ... hundreds of books and stories about you? Where I'm from, you, Arthur, Lancelot, you're all legends.

I just.

If you're real and here and breathing. That means we really are all clones. Recreated from history.

[lefey]

...No I did not. Though that explains the strange looks I get and can only presume you've been giving me for the last few minutes.

However, I don't see how that makes us clones. Stranger things could happen than people moving through time. They say the fey can alter time, I do not see why others could not move us through it.

[smoak]

[ She's taking it with style, Felicity will give her that. ]

Do you remember time traveling?!

[ Felicity already knows she's being unfair when she pushes send. A few seconds later: ]

I'm sorry.

[lefey]

No, I don't. I woke up here just like everyone else.

But you know, I do remember things that are surely stranger, and I know, without a doubt, that I am real, cloned body or not. Time travel or not.

Even magic exists here, that's what the "mutants" are.

[In spite of herself she can feel her hands shaking, the pdc feels unusually heavy in her hands. Morgana swallowed, shrugged though felicity couldn't see it and then added at the end of her message:]

It's fine. [Though what had been a perfectly amusing time trapped in hydroponics suddenly felt suffocating.]

[smoak]

[ She was normally so much better at this. Felicity doesn't doubt your current existence, Morgana, but it just seems ... useless now to talk about that.

She even believes the time travel part. She knows it can happen. But ughhh. She lets out a deep sigh, and a few of her fellow Encryption Breakers look over, concerned. ]

I didn't mean it like that Morgana. I...

I really am sorry.

[lefey]

It's fine, really.

[So that's a lie, and so is what follows. But what sort of discussion could they have so soon after that?]

My supervisor needs me. I'll talk to you again soon.

[smoak]

[ What could she even say after that? Bye?

So Felicity says nothing. ]