promisedland

All weekend she had been lying prone on her mattress, largely unmoving save for the odd twitch of her limbs or roll of her eyes while ghosts ran amok around the hotel, unaware and unable to do anything about it. As Monday stretched into the evening hours though her eyes opened; instead of dark brown they were shot through with a luminescent green, much the same colour as the spirits that had been extracting themselves from her body over the course of the last few days. Morgan sat up, only she wasn’t so much Morgan anymore as she was an entity, an amalgamation of the ectoplasm she had been absorbing for the last few months, one that had finally gained control of her body enough to move it.

Blank faced she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Out. They had to get outside. There wasn't one ghost, one entity inside of her, it was an amalgamation and they had one goal in mind. To get outside and away from the hotel, to cause destruction and chaos and to be free, that was all that mattered now. Morgan's body moved towards the door of her room on the fourth floor and grabbed for the handle, only the fingers of the body wouldn't curl around it properly. Gathering necroplasm in the palm of her hand she took the alternate route and blew the door clean off its hinges, sending it rocketing across the corridor and slamming into the opposite wall in a splintered mess. Morgan half lurched through the gap, muscles taut and shaking with tension, head set at an obtuse angle, cloudy green eyes snapping to the left. If anyone got in her way now, they were going to be eating dust and carpet.

promisedland

Over the last few months the fresh surge of ectoplasmic energy had been almost seeking Morgan out like a moth to a flame. It soaked into her at every turn and the more that her slight body was filled up with the worse those headaches got. It wasn’t something she could feel exactly, she had never lived in a city with such a concentration of ectoplasm as Santa Monica now boasted, it felt like tiredness and heavy limbs, the sort of things she was used to from excessive studying and so it slipped under the radar. Not now though. Now, while Morgan lay unconscious on her bed where she had been moved to from the kitchen floor that energy leaked out of her and formed those ethereal ghosts that usuallybent to her will in every way but were now free of her chastising commands and control. They twisted like smoke, ullulating hollowly as they came together.

They were translucent and wispy, their torsos tapering into fine smoky points. Their faces were twisted and distorted, the sort of horrifying expression of morbid fear frozen on their faces, each one different from the next but all of them sporting grotesque disfigurements of bone and skin, broken nails and lolling jawbones. Gliding away from the prone form in the bed they seeped through the walls and floor and ceiling, one after another after another to wreak havoc on the hotel... and the residents within it.

havenpeople

When the dwarves Paige and Monet journeyed from their tea time in Wonderland, they had hatched a brilliant plan of breaking not only the princess's curse, but also her hold over the fellow dwarves. They couldn't nor wouldn't wait for just any old prince to show up -- who knows how long that would take and the prince rumored to be traveling the lands, rescuing various damsels and fair maidens, must have been otherwise preoccupied. No, they couldn't wait; they would break her out of that diamond coffin themselves using good ol' fashioned elbow grease and team work. The lady dwarves hurried back to their cottage, hidden deep in the forests of the Savage Lands to tell the others their plan and stop this nonsense over Emma White once and for all.

In another part of the Savage Lands, the Crown Prince Scott of Summerisle was found on his latest adventure. He had been on the hunt for years now, searching for his beloved fire-haired princess. This entailed rescuing various damsels and fair maidens across fabled and dangerous lands. Whenever he'd hear of the latest lady in distress, he'd gallop to the ends of the earth only to be greeted by disappointment when they failed to be Briar Rose. He would depart from those very ladies he saved, leaving them in a somewhat better position than they had been before he arrived. His latest adventure led him to a modest castle hidden behind bramble and thorn, kept underneath shadow. As his heart swelled in his chest, he dared to hope that this was the place.

Over the cabin and the castle, a bright moon shone to aid the hopeful rescuers in their intentions. ( Tonight was the night the sleeping princesses had been dreaming of, the night they would wake up. )