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[bothfoulandfair]

[Public Video]

[The feed clicks on to show the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, but not much else. It's off white, and otherwise not all that interesting, although it's briefly blocked out by the swish of something that might be a dress.

There's some faint, not quite panicked breathing and then quick, cautious footsteps. They stop, and after a pause, a quiet, feminine voice can be heard.]

Anna?

[There's a sound of the door opening, a surprised gasp, a slight pause, and then the door slams shut. The recording continues.]

[Open Spam]

[This isn't Arendelle. She'd thought she'd been brought home, after she'd realized she wasn't dead, or even injured after the confrontation on the North Mountain, but the hallway is nowhere she recognizes, and that just doesn't make sense. She's never been here before, but she woke up in her room, the room she'd lived in ever since her parents had moved her out of the one she'd shared with her sister, the room she hadn't been in since before the coronation, before-

She can feel the panic rising in her throat before she can even begin to stop it, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Her powers start to unfurl, and even though she doesn't know where she is or how she got her, if any of this is even real, she gathers her skirt in her hands and runs, looking for a doorway, a staircase, a way out of wherever this is. Frost trails behind her, marking where she's stepped with intricate hexagonal patterns of ice, but doesn't go much farther than a foot or two in either direction. If she stopped to look, it would strike her as odd that she hasn't frozen the entire building.

Instead, she keeps running until she finally finds the stairwell. She hurries up, not knowing what her other choice would be, operating more on instinct than anything logical.

When she steps out on deck, she stops, staring. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and honestly, she doesn't know what she's seeing. Snow is falling, although from what, she doesn't know as there aren't any clouds overhead, and the flakes start to swirl around her frantically, like a miniature, harmless tornado. She takes a few cautious steps forward and shivers - not from cold, never from that, but out of some sense of physical rejection of what's happening, because she doesn't know-

She startles and turns frantically at the first sign that she's not alone, holding her hands out defensively. She tries to make her voice strong, imperious, calm, but it wavers and her expression is still terrified. It doesn't sound like a very convincing threat.]

Stay back!

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[coldlies]

[Oh, he really must stop meeting people like this. He sighs, holding up his hands.]

You are new, I take it.

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[bothfoulandfair]

[She doesn't drop her hands, or answer his question. She doesn't even know what it means, to be new here or not.]

What is this place?

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[coldlies]

A prison. [He slowly lowers his own hands] Of the interdimensional variety, to be more precise.

Inmates are brought here against their will. We are to stay here until we... redeem ourselves. [The word redeem leaves such a bad taste in his mouth.]

[youwillgotohell]

[The trail of ice catches her attention a floor below the deck, and with her shift in the infirmary still hours away, Morgana sees nothing better to do than follow it. The fact that it leads to someone very new is mildly interesting (she has not put much stock in new arrivals unless they are familiar faces since...the beginning, really), but it's the small tornado she's cultivated around herself that catches her interest.

Pulling her cloak a little tighter around herself, Morgana approaches - only to be spun on.

It's not a very convincing threat at all, and Morgana arches her eyebrows.]

Or else?

[bothfoulandfair]

[Yes, is the first thing she wants to say, but something feels wrong, like... she's not even sure how to quantify it. There should be ice and snow everywhere, and there is, but it's not of her making.

Could she push for more? Does she want to? She doesn't know, she doesn't understand what's going on at all, and it's easier to ignore the question than to try and make this an actual threat.]

Where am I?

[youwillgotohell]

[This, she thinks with a small sigh, is why she rarely bothers with arrivals. She still hasn't fully accepted it.]

The Barge. [She's not afraid, at least not yet, and tries to close the distance again, to at least stand at a decent conversational range.] The Admiral brought you here. Others will say for redemption.

[Her tone says that's bullshit.]

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[la_belle_rogue]

[Okay so, the chances of whoever this feed is coming from actually meaning this specific Anna are probably pretty slim but... why take the chance? So her reply is a cautious one. Not out of fear, but out of potential awkward.]

Yes?

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[bothfoulandfair]

[It's a long while before she comes back to her room, probably even longer before she realizes what the comm is for and how to use it, let alone that she has a message waiting for her. Still, eventually she does come back and does find the message.

Her voice is a little less brittle than it had been on deck, but she's still not exactly confident and in control.]

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

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[la_belle_rogue]

[Rogue smiles. Because this is kind of funny and cute at the same time.]

Well, Ah suppose that answers that question. Ah um...my name's the same as the person y'were lookin' for. Ah couldn't see yer face at first, so Ah figured maybe Ah'd answer, just in case it was someone lookin' for me.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Ceres watches the woman calmly, holding her ground. She's new and panicked, that much is obvious. If she wants to graduate and be rid of this place Ceres should probably help her. ]

Alright.

[bothfoulandfair]

[It doesn't exactly invite conversation, and as much as she wants to have answers, she also just wants to run, find somewhere to hide and stay there so she doesn't have to face this new evidence that she can't just live her own life, make her own choices. She hunches in on herself and the whirlwind of flurries intensifies.]

Just- get away from me.

[heavenlymisandrist]

[ Well she can't help if she goes away. The whirlwind doesn't frighten her. She's made bigger of her own. The woman is jut scared, if she wanted to hurt Ceres she would have. ]

I will not hurt you. For the time being, you are safe.

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[orderfromchaos]

[He looks at her, for a few seconds, not surprised or scared or coming closer, just considering. Then he pulls a swiss army knife out of his pocket, flicks it open, and stabs the blade straight through the center of his left palm. He pulls the knife back out, clean, and holds up his hand. One drop of blood rests there for a moment, via surface tension, then rolls and drops, makes its own perfect sixfold-symmetry splash on the floor. The wound is gone. His voice is calm, and kind.]

You can't hurt me, I promise.

I've only been here a few days, but I'll answer your questions if I can.

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[bothfoulandfair]

[She stares back, flinches and shuts her eyes, refusing to open them until he speaks again. The flurries get more intense until she does, and while they still spin around her with some enthusiasm, they're quite a bit less frantic.]

You're a witch.

[It's more an observation than an accusation, but her fear still muddles it, makes it sound like an accusation more than she means it to be.]

[orderfromchaos]

[He smiles, very slightly. He's been called a God, the antichrist, stranger and more fearful things. Witch sounds almost nice.]

I'm something, anyway. Maybe not the kind you're used to, maybe something like it.

Hi. My name's Dillon.

[He closes the knife and slips it back in his pocket, shoves his hands in there too, vaguely telegraphing that he has absolutely zero intent of trying to shake hands.]

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[deadly_ned]

[The Piemaker oftentimes worked with newly arrived, skittish inmates who were missing their home or a sense of belonging and, as always, their life. As the man who could bring the dead back to life with only a touch, who worked specifically to make others feel at home, and who often felt out of depth, underwater, and scared, he made it his mission to greet most newcomers with what he thought they might want: a slice of home.

With a box of pie in his arms, he strode out onto the deck with Digby at his side. Digby the golden retriever tended to do what the Piemaker couldn't: connect with people in a thoughtful, comforting way.

He saw the girl out on deck. He saw how scared she was. So he stayed back, holding the pie and glancing down to his dog once]

Um.

Hi.

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[bothfoulandfair]

[She turns at the voice, takes in the man and the dog, and isn't really sure what to make of either of them. He's strangely dressed, and she still doesn't know what's going on at all, and considering everything, she isn't keen on dropping her guard.

So her stance remains defensive, hands outstretched, although at this point it's definitely more in an attempt to shield herself than as a threat to him or his pet.]

Who are you?

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[deadly_ned]

I'm...Ned?

[The Piemaker phrased it as a question, as he unconsciously hunched up his shoulders]

I'm. My name is Ned. This is Digby.


We, um. We're wardens.


Just me. Not Digby. He's a...golden retriever and I don't think the Admiral lets golden retrievers be wardens. A little...specist. Dogist? But. We're more or less a team.

...I'm not here to hurt you.

[fireincarnate]

[She recognises the sudden chill, or she thinks she does; it reminds her of Ororo, the weather itself reflecting unconscious whims.

She told Jean, once, that she had to be in control all the time.

Jean was ready to dismiss it as a quirk of the Barge, before she stepped into a path of frost. Naturally, she follows it.

She's not sure what she was expecting, but a terrified young woman - well, it's not a surprise, exactly.

Jean holds her own hand up, palms out.] Okay. I'm not here to hurt you, I promose.

[bothfoulandfair]

[She wants to scream that that isn't why she's afraid, that she should be afraid of her, but she doesn't. The bottled emotion just makes the tornado swirl faster, more tightly around her, but that looks like about all she can manage right now, and that's strange, but she's too upset for it to bother her much.

Honestly, when she does realize, it still probably won't bother her at all.]

Why are you here?

[fireincarnate]

[It's strange; it's like she can feel the power unfurling in Elsa's chest, lashing around her. And Jean knows, suddenly, why she's afraid.

She lowers her hands.]

I'm here to help. [A soft, wry smile.] And you can't hurt me.

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[darknessb4me]

[A frost mage. Lovely. He's never seen one be so mathematically precise without apparently trying, though.]

Fair enough.

[He sounds amused, if anything.]

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[bothfoulandfair]

[He's... strange looking, and it makes her just want to get away more than she already did. There's already too much for her to process all at once, and she just wants to be left alone.]

What are you?

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[mercurialize]

[He'll take a step back and hold his hands up, though there's a curl to his lips. Wow, can't walk around anywhere these days. Calm down there, crazy lady.]

Whoa, whoa. Usually an 'excuse me' will do. You all right, there?

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[bothfoulandfair]

[Something like anger flares in her chest, but she shoves it back, trying to just focus and not totally lose control. She doesn't need to hurt anyone else.]

I'm fine, just stay away from me.