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[ It's a good thing the pods are easy to open, or Morgiana would have tried breaking it. But after waking, changing into her proper attire (once she found it), in addition to the communicator, she investigated each pod for one of her friends. Finding no one she knew, she started to walk instead, startling slightly when lights turned on when she neared them. Strange magic, that. Eventually she turns her attention to the device, poking at the buttons. Sure she has an idea of how to use it, but - BUTTONS. ]

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[ That's annoying, isn't it? Terribly sorry, but after a moment of this, she tries speaking into, properly. And hey at least the translator is working...kinda.]

Aladdin. Ali Baba.

[ This is her way of asking if her friends are here, you see. She doesn't talk much. But rather than sound even a little distressed, her tone is extremely dry, and her expression doesn't display any alarm either for that matter. Even the level of her voice is quiet. ]

Speak. Anyone from Sindria, as well... [ A slight frown follows as she nears a the doorway of the ship - the exit, in fact. ]

Sinbad. Masrur.

[ No? Damn. By this point the door hisses open, and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, briefly. Bleh, this ship thing had too many strange smells. She didn't like it. Barefoot, she stepped outside, still holding her communicator. ]

... I don't like this place.

[ Also she doesn't like talking, since she stares pointedly at the device for a few minutes, all too serious. When there is no response from any of her friends, she lowers it again with a soft murmur. ]

...I'll look for them.

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[A few minutes after her last transmission, cue one eyebrow arching medical doctor, against a backdrop of some sort of lab space.]

I don't know whether you're another one of those mumbo-jumbo spellcasters that keep waking up or if that was some sort of meditative chant with the names there, but I can tell you that nobody waking up on the ship likes it here much.

[He pauses for a moment, glowers to himself, and then amends:]

Well, with the exception of the gal from the nuclear wasteland. Welcome to the planet Verdana. Take the road into town, if you want to dodge most of the local wildlife.

[ Oh! Someone's talking to her on the little... thing. She holds it up again as she walks, puzzled by his terminology. Mumbo Jumbo spellcaster? ]

My friends. Aladdin, Ali Baba. Masrur. and Sinbad. [ But judging from how unfamiliar he was with the names, thinking they were some kind of meditative chant, she could only assume they weren't here. That was... unpleasant to know. ]

Planet Verdana...? [ Now that's not where she was last night. Wait - ]

Then the people here. They were kidnapped? [ By slave traders? No - there were no guards, and she wasn't in shackles when she awoke. Correcting her course, she started down the road. ]

Understood. [ However ..! ] The wildlife. I can beat them. [ See doc, she's reassuring you she'll be absolutely fine out there, until she gets into town. ]

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'Kidnapped' would imply some clear purpose behind it, or at least the kidnappers sticking around. I'm not going with anything more definite than we were brought on board the ship, at least those of us that aren't locals, from different places, different times, hell, different realities. And it's all right if you don't believe me.

[Bones does a very good wryly amused expression, he's had plenty of time to practise. He displays it now.]

I wouldn't believe me either. But whether you think you can tangle with a pack of feathered raptors or not, get yourself down the road to the centre of town. If you see anyone along the way, ask them to point you in the direction of the Flop. You'll be able to get some basic clothing and food there, and a bed for the nights so long as you don't mind roommates.

[ Good thing that it's okay to not believe him, because she looks pretty skeptical. Her own expression doesn't change any at this news. Wait what's the name? ]

Flop. This is the town? [ It's called... Flop? Who names these things? ]

I will be there. [ She'll probably be able to smell the people in this FLop place, and thus find her way without any difficulty. ]

I don't mind roommates. But I have no money.

[Bones sighs, although his irritation seems to be more with the world in general than with Morgiana in specific. He attempts to clarify with a weary air.]

The town is the Old City. The Flop is a building in the Old City that offers free food and shelter for new arrivals off the ship. There's no money here -- everything runs off trade for goods or for skills -- so the Flop's been set up by Nem, the head man of the town, to make sure that ship folks like us don't fall over starving in his streets or freeze to death in doorways before we can figure out how to get by.

[ Aaah, that made more sense. She wasn't sure what to think of a town called Flop. ]

Oh. A barter system.. good. [ She was familiar with that concept at least. ]

[ Ship folks? Another skeptical look because if that was a ship - how did it get out of the water? ]

So Nem is the one to see, about employment? [ Or not so much employment as getting some money for getting by. ]

If that's what you're used to, sure. I'd like some nice clean electronic credit transfers, but we don't all get what we want.

[He seems philosophical, if grumpy, about that, before moving on with a brief shake of his head.]

See Edmund if you want a job. He's master of trade, keeps stores in the heart of town. Unless you're a nurse or a healer, in which case get down to the hospital and help me out. Name's McCoy. Dr. McCoy.

[ Aw. Morgiana's almost amused at the grumpy tone. Okay she is amused, but she doesn't smile. Much. ]

Edmund. Understood. [ Ah, but as for the last, it's her turn to shake her head. ]

Neither. I am a Warrior of the Fanalis. [ She takes note of his name, however, and gives her own. ]

Morgiana is my name.

Another warrior. Wonderful.

[Bones sound more resigned than pleased.]

Well, when you inevitably square off against something the size of a house with big fangy teeth, I'll make sure you're patched back up again. Try to take care of yourself, though?

[ Hey, it's not like she asked to be here~! ]

I will be fine. [ Her assurance, because she's gone up against things like that before. ]

If you have need of collecting things from the wilds, I will get them for you. [ Because he's a healer, and healers aren't known for their fighty mcstabness. ]

[Bones is more known for his snarky mcsassness, this is true. He nods slightly at the offer.]

I'm good at the moment, but if anyone fills me in on medicinal plants, I'll let you know.

Watch your back. Call me back if you need anything.

[With that, and one last shake of his head, he lets the call drop.]

Are you alright? [Wanda frowns at the camera. This girl seems even more disoriented than usual]

Yes.

[ Disoriented definitely. Though she doesn't sound distressed by the predicament. ]

My friends aren't here.

Most of ours aren't.

You were kidnapped to this place also?

I think so. I'm not sure it was kidnapping, though. At least not the intentional kind.

I only know of intentional kidnappings. What other kind is there?

Sometimes [She stops for a second, collecting her thoughts]

When people meddle with things they don't understand, it can cause problems. If you meddle with something extremely powerful, well... things like this can happen.

Such as the metal thing I awoke in. I see. Then the one responsible...? [ Long gone, she'd bet, Hiding, perhaps. ]

I can't say for sure, but I'm willing to bet whoever it is is hiding in the center of that dome.

How do I get in? [ ... because she would totally try. ]

[Wanda smiles. She likes that attitude.] It's not easy. But we're working on it.

I will help.

My name is Morgiana.

Wanda Maximoff. Scarlet Witch. It doesn't mean much as a title here, but it gives a pretty good idea of my powers. [She thinks. There has been some recent confusion as to whether or not what she does is magic.]

Magic? [ Like Aladdin, she'd suppose. Though Wanda was rather older than Aladdin, so probably had more under her belt, so to speak. ]

It's... like magic. Very much like it.

Hnn... [ Well if it's /like/ magic, that's good enough for her. ]

Understood.

I cannot use magic. [ But she can smash things. Lots. ]

[She nods.] What abilities do you have? I guess you could speak to the Militia leader, though they're not terribly proactive.

I am a warrior of Fanalis. I can fight. [ Although it kinda sucks if the Militia isn't very proactive about this stuff. ]

[She smiles.] That's good. Talk to them. I'll let you know the next time my team is headed for the dome, too.

[Wing is outside. He needs to get out of the ship now and again, to practice at least. Today, though, he's seated with Drift's swords over his thighs, slowly running a whetstone over one of them, when he hears the new arrival on the channel.]

None of those names are familiar, my friend.

[ What. Is. That. It looked like a Djinn but more...metallic. Were there metal djinn? She didn't think so. Save for a blank stare for a few minutes though, she doesn't react. ]

I see. It is as I suspected. I do not believe my friends are here, after all.

[He smiles, a bit tentatively. He's used to negative reactions.]

You could check the Old City, though. I may have missed one of them waking.

I'm Wing. I was brought here, like you.

[ Well, she neither smiles nor frowns and says 'GET THEE AWAY DEMON' or something, so that's .. promising? ]

I am going there now. McCoy said to. I have to find someone named Edmund.

Wing. My name is Morgiana.

[He'll take it.]

Ah, Edmund, yes. He will be helpful.

Morgiana. Are you from Earth? [He's started asking this of all humans, because so many are, but their Earths seems so different.]

No. I have not seen my home for a long time. [ Though she'll be pretty tight lipped in regards to her past, so good luck trying to pry anymore information from her about that. ]

Are you?

I haven't seen mine--either of them really--in a while.

[He sounds more than a little wistful.]

I'm not from Earth. I'm from Cybertron, at least originally.

You have two?

[ How curious! ]

What is it like - your Cybertron.

Cybertron was beautiful. Before the war. The last I saw of it, it was....less beautiful. Dying, because of a war. We had to flee.

But the city we built was also beautiful.

Why did you flee? Your enemy ... it was that powerful?

Our enemy was our own kind, determined to kill each other, each claiming to want peace.

So, in a way, yes.

I am sorry. [ It probably wasn't nice to bring up unpleasant things like that. ]

It was a long time ago. [He appreciates the sentiment, but it's not necessary.] It was the war they wanted. We chose otherwise and in our city, we are happy enough.

What about you?

Me?

... you mean, my home. [ Not a question, that, but she doesn't really want to talk about it. ]

I don't know.

So perhaps this place will be better for you?

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

... my companions are not in this place.

Well. [He's gathering she doesn't want to talk about it..finally.] It's a fresh start, nonetheless. A chance to have the world see you as you are.

[He thinks Drift would have appreciated it, rather than being seen, forever after, as the ex-Decepticon.]

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