Guy of Gisborne (![]() ![]() @ 2010-02-27 03:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | #complete, guy of gisborne, morgana |
Who: Guy and Morgana [closed]
Where: Room 109C, Guy's room
When: Thursday afternoon
What: Guy needs to get rescued from his room
Warnings: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Guy had been sitting on his bed most of the morning. Everything had changed, again, and for a long time, he'd thought he'd moved again completely. At first, he'd tried to just ignore it, but after a few hours, that had become impossible. After that, he'd tried to find a way out. He wanted to find Marian again, but he knew that would be impossible in this completely new place. He didn't even know if she was still here, or even still alive.
Eventually, after wandering around his floor for what seemed like ages, Guy gave up and went back to his room. The little box thing that the guards had given him, and that Marian had looked at the day before, was lying beside his bed. He'd been ignoring it all night, despite the beeping that made him jump every time it went off. He wanted to keep ignoring it, but he knew it might be his only way out of here.
It took him a while to figure it out, but once he'd connected with Marian, he got the hang of it quite quickly. To his surprise, other people had started talking to him too. He actually rather enjoyed the conversations. There were two, however who were different. It didn't take long to find out why. Queen Guinevere and Morgan Le Fey, of legend, were living on the same floor as him, two doors along! He could hardly believe it; in fact, he wasn't sure if he really did believe it. But Morgan, or Morgana as she seemed to be known here, had said she was going to come and find him. If she really did, really was real, he'd have to believe it.
He put the box thing back down when he was finished using it and sat back on the bed. He was still wearing his leathers; what he'd arrive in the day before. He saw that there were other clothes there, but they looked so strange, he didn't really want to try them. He rarely took his leather off at home, anyway. They'd been fine here too.
Guy looked expectantly at the door. He would go and peer outside, but he wasn't sure what he made of this whole business yet. He still thought there must be some kind of trick to it all. And Morgan Le Fey... well, in the stories she was evil! He'd wait for her to come to him, and he always had his sword, just in case.