♔ 001 ; VIDEO

[foreshadowed]

[ The feed opens to a woman and a dragon. Morgana is dressed in white silks, that combined with her black hair and red lips give away the impression of a Snow White beauty; fittingly so for the dragon at her side is snow white as well, its head rests in her lap as she passes her fingers along its scales. Some of you might remember her, even if she were a tiny bit different. ]

I do not suppose they could think of a cruder more degrading manner to bring us all here?

[ an arch of an eyebrow before she abandons the sarcasm.]

Fellow passengers of the Tranquility, I hope this finds you well and by now - thoroughly washed.

[ what. The space goo was the most disgusting thing she had ever experienced and she had seen Arthur eat since she was eleven. ]

I would ask you one question, if you would indulge me. What is the meaning of the numbers our…gracious hosts have carved onto our arms? I know what the symbol does but I am more curious as to why these specific numbers were chosen.

As for our wonderful hosts, whoever they might be - if they are listening I shall say only this, I have grown among very stubborn men; one is a king, the other a crown prince and I can say for certain they would be unhappy indeed if and when they would learn of this. But you will find that perhaps it is I who would pose more of a trouble than them both combined.

[ she inclines her head, ever the lady before meeting the dragon's gaze ]

Between us both - one of them I wouldn't mind seeing here.

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voice.

[look]

Maybe. I'm as new as you are. Ask a 001.

voice.

[foreshadowed]

You have arrived during the last - Jump as they call it??

text.

[look]

Yeah. Brave new world.

voice.

[foreshadowed]

Your impression of it, if I may have it?

[ mainly because she's curious. she has a very specific impression but she knows better than to assume everyone had the same one; especially given that they all come from different worlds. ]

voice.

[look]

Big.

voice.

[foreshadowed]

vast, indeed; I gathered that parts of it remain unknown to its inhabitants.

[look]

Big as a city, or bigger. No maps, except the fragment of one someone stumbled upon. No landmarks, no way to keep track of time. For all we know there's a whole other group of people living on this ship that we've never run into. We're ants on the back of an elephant. That's my impression of it, ma'am.

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It seems as a fine one. I suppose the cleverness would be to remain on the back without falling or losing the way entirely.

[ a beat. ]

Morgana. of Camelot.

[look]

Will Graham.

Camelot, England?

[foreshadowed]

Of England I have yet to hear; Camelot, of the land that is sometimes called Albion and is divided to five kingdoms.

[look]

Wow. That's a little before my time.

[foreshadowed]

A little?

[ now she's a bit curious, Will Graham. ]

You've heard of it? Camelot?

[look]

History books only, I'm afraid.

[ that and fiction, but he gets the impression it's not wise to tell anyone on board that they might be imaginary. ]

Not really my area.