Owner	Pose
Morrigan MacIntyre	On the outskirts of Dunluce Castle twilight was fast approaching. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks far below the cliffs of the ruins were charged and the air around those that had made their way here was electric. The area had been closed for 'repairs' but when you had as much money as some of the members of a well hidden cult did you'd be able to rent out places as well. The ruins on the cliff were where people had been gathering and laying out intricate spell patterns and a summoning circle that was pretty hefty. At the four corners of the circle were barrels that were currently closed. What lay inside them a mystery for the moment. The fading sunlight is a bit aggravating for the vampire that's with the group, but the tall man has his sunglasses on and is staying out of the fading rays of said sun. "So by head count we've got about...sixteen or seventeen psychopaths to deal with. If we can stop the binding spell from being completed we should be able to get Morrigan out." the Romanian states. "I'm not sure it's going to be safely out, but we'll get her out in some sort of piece." the vampire gives them a sharp smile. Moon Knight would have been relayed the same information that the others have, the location and time of a summoning by the Cult of the Morrigan. Maybe some people didn't want to let Morrigan rest in peace. Or maybe she wasn't dead.
Michael Hannigan	While he had started the tour in Ireland a bit ago some... side tasks had led to him getting a late flight over. He too has found himself hanging out in the shade. Not for fear of bursting into flames but- Well, too much sun can be a problem for regular folks too and he isn't eactly high on the melanin either. Nick looks over to the vampire once more. "To be sure, the binding spell comes AFTER the bringing her back one?" Best to know the order, right?
Marc Spector	A burst of wind over the cliffs masks the arrival of a (possibly) unexpected ally. Moon Knight lands near the group, seeming having flown in. His suit has changed since the last time he was seen, loooking more like an intricate mummification binding than the composite armor that it was before. He looks more comfortable in it too. The sun bothers him no more than the moon after all the latter is just a reflection of the former isn't it?     He was about to go and do what he did best thus creating a distraction for the others to secure Morrigan safely while he dealt with the rabble but Nick's question brings him up short. "That's a rather good point" he says, looking at the vampire. "How is this ritual supposed to go? They reconsititute her and then she serves them or... is she already restored?" He's doing his best to be rather emotionless in his assessment but there is an edge in his tone. He doesn't like necromancy and this -cult- is working such magic on someone he feels responsible for. Bad times indeed.
Richard Stadler	Gear made this complicated for Richard... that, and expense. Sure, some people could swing a ticket from New York to Belfast commercially and not die at the price, but it wasn't as if Rick was getting paid until the Fall. So, the answer was Space-A, which required a 4 hour drive to Andrews. At least he got very used to sleeping in cargo netting, but that only got him to Mildenhall, and then it was trains to Liverpool, a ferry into Belfast (which is where he /should/ have ended up), and more trains and a cab until he got to Bushmills, at which point he was suffering from a severe case of jetlag under a very punishing time table. It almost made him nostalgic. The solid color olive drab BDUs he was wearing were still well bloused into his boots, though, lack of sleep be damned, as he fitted the last few long stick mags for the UMP40 in front of him into the tactical vest he was wearing, sparing some time to look up to the castle they were overlooking. There was a sudden look up to Marc as he landed, hand twitching to the Browning Hi-Power holstered at his right hip, before lettting out some air. "God, the fact that you people can just fly is never going to stop amazing me. You just think 'up'?" He ask, moving to place the last red-taped magazine into the combat vest, before taking the UMP and snapping the large silencer next to it on the barrel. "In terms of the ritual, might want to ask our friend here," he says, motioning to Morrigan's biological father. "If it was Doctor MacIntyre in a cell... I think we could handle that. Right amount of stealth, clear the place area by area with suprise." He notes, moving to take a blue-tapped magazine and slap it into the UMP's well. There was a quick pullback of the charging handle, chambering around, before Rick's gloved hands left the SMG hanging on the sling in front of him. "But given they have to complete the ritual, the next best thing to do would be to be in a position to interrupt it. Cliffs off to the sides are simply too exposed and not elevated enough to give a clear field of fire over the ritual area, so that means... breching the site, laying low until they're done, and then fighting our way out after we grab the woman who signs my paychecks. Any other thoughts?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	Lucian gives a look to Mike, "Summoning first, then binding. I'm a fan of binding /then/ summoning, but this is something that was written in the ritual that they stole with other things." he tells them. Moon Knight gets a look over from the man, "Looking quite mummified these days. A different glimpse that what others have said about you." he states with a nod of his head in greeting. "So big guy is running interference, we'll be clean up and grab. The thing to remember is that Morrigan's healing has already had complications, this addition of being summoned against her will is going to drain what reserves she has. And Mister Stadler has the right of things." he points out to them. Down below in the summoning area there is more activity as the barrels are opened up and then kicked over, allowing the blood that was inside them to flow out and into the waiting circle. As it hits the edges, the sigils that surround it start to glow, the energy that's outside the circle ramps up. The energy inside it starts to strain against the confines. "Looks like it's showtime. We ready to do this?" Lucian asks the group that is gathered. On the hillside there is a massive black hound that is sitting on one of the ruined walls. As the ritual starts, the words ringing out it lets out a howl that carries over the words before it darts towards the ruins.
Michael Hannigan	Opting not to use his abilities until they are necessary, the feel of a breeze is registered. Being outdoors, it's not an unheard of thing. Especially from the nearby cliffs, but the general glance to the source of the discomfort does conveniently have him looking towards the man in white. A slight nod is given to the man. The added questions to tag on to his own directs his attention back over towards the vampire who quite clearly knows more about what is going on than them. Heck. Of the group here, Nick's probably the least visibly equipped for the job. He showed up with gym appropriate attire and properly secured hair. If the cultists involve any dodgeball in their rituals, then he'd be all set. The talk of her being in a cell causes for him to shake his head. "If that was the case we could have gone through the wall. And not have to wait on the timing..." Assuming he had the energy to go through a wall. Why do all the major events seem to happen in the same week? Either way, Lucian's endorsement of Richard's suggested plan causes for him to nod. At least the gym appropriate attire is not an etremely loud color scheme. Yay neutral tones. "Even if we weren't ready I don't think they're going to wait for a better time."
Marc Spector	"I managed to get a bit of an upgrade" Moon Knight says flatly to the vampire. To Stadler he nods. "That's the gist of it." He eyes the sight from their vantage point. "Once she's appeared, leave the rabble to me. Simply secure Morrigan and get out of here. I won't be too far behind you."     As the chanting reaches a crescendo and the black hound lets out its baying call, he nods. "Positions people... stay out of sight until they drag her from..." he shakes his head. "Wherever she is." Then as another breeze rushes in and the waves below crash against the stone cliff he takes to the sky, a pale streak that arcs up and around to the back of the ruins, hoping to secure a strategic attack point.
Richard Stadler	Lucien's at least given a voice of approval here, which Rick nods to. This was no time to be talking over interations of plans... Granted, that'd be the smart thing, but this was happening /now/, from the looks of it, as the action intensified. "Healing? ...Sorry, that's curiousity. She'll be combat ineffective, understood. And I am perfectly good with someone else shocking up the shots." He notes, moving to pull down the balaclava working as a watch cap over his head. But at the site of those barrels being kicked over, Stadler's hand freezes on the mask, just /staring/ at the large amount of blood that suddenly filled the courtyard. "Is... look, is that /human/- how does magic- Gah, fuck." He grumbles, working with speed as he reaches to the vest, pulling out muted OD green duck tape. It was quick as he wound a few layers of it over where his boots met his pants, then where the gloves met his sleeves, before quickly shoving it away. The balaklava's shoved into a pocket, as he goes to a case next to him... And the gas mask is pulled over his head, the filters covered as he /blows/ air out to clear it. His voice comes through muffled, but clear enough through the vocalizer. "Not taking chances. If that's human, how the hell do these people not have hepatitus, every goddamn one of them. Sorry. Caught me off guard." He says, before looking over to Nick... and his gym clothes. "You... ahh.. you might want to get checked after we're, ahh... done with this." And with that, his hands are on the SMG in front of him, foregrip and the pistol grip, carrying it in a tactical ready as he moved off at a jog toward the ruin's entrance, looking up to Marc as he streaks off. "Big guns." He says, looking beind him briefly. "That hound's a friendly, I take it?"
Morrigan MacIntyre	Lucian gives a look over Moon Knight and there's a nod, but he says nothing else. Mike gets a nod from the man, "No time to hold back, no." he tells him. There's a look to Richard and he nods, "Morrigan hasn't been...dead. It's a long story, we'll explain it after she's safe. We'll follow the flying ones lead since he you know...can do that." he gestures dramatically as Moon Knight takes flight. Maybe this is where Morrigan got her sense of humor? Below in the circle there is a ripple of energy that rolls out as something starts to vibrate through the blood. It's like a smack in the chest, causing one to take a deep breath. One moment there is a lull of silence in the chanting as a hand reaches up from the bloody depths and starts to pull themselves up from it. Morrigan literally has to travel through fire and blood to get back to the real world and the woman sits back on her knees and breathes in the air. Her eyes snap open, but the glowing neon violet is replaced by glowing white for the moment. They are unfocused. Then she lets out a scream of anger that crushes against the barrier that is being held up by the chanting. "Bind her quickly!" someone hisses out as panic starts within the ranks. It. Is. Go. Time! Just as people start to go for the binding ritual in the book there is another howl that rings out as the black hound starts to streak out of the darkness and scares the absolute shit out of a number of the cultists.
Michael Hannigan	"Maybe they screen their donors." Nick offers up in suggestion. The musician doesn't LOOK like he's laughing. but the general tone betrays a bit of dark humor to it. He glances back towards the source of the baying and then to Richard. "I'm not sure. Right now I'm just trying to prepare for-" And then there's the scream. And the howl that is scaring cultists "Friendly." Nick assesses before he starts running forward. There is a mirroring of his features before he leaps forward and flips shrinking down to a purplish black mass of feathers. The newly formed raven flies towards the festivities puting a LOT of trust that others can get that barrier down before he reaches that point. Surely the barrier will be down by the time he gets there. Right?
Marc Spector	Moon Knight wastes no time in charging into action the moment Morrigan's scream rips through the dusky air. He shoots in like a white hot comet and slams his full weight into the man who dared issue a command to bind her. Moon Knight is not a small man by most standards. At over two hundred pounds of lean muscle a full body tackle is going to hurt. That same full body travelling at break neck speeds and empowered by the strength of a god--even one at half of his maximum strength--is going to do some significant damage.     He doesn't waste time with checking on the man even though surely broken bones are in his future if he's human. Instead he reaches to his chest and the metal crescent embedded there with both hands. He makes a grasping gesture and suddenly bladed crescents of the same size and make detatch from the singular one in his chestpiece. He throws these at two other cultists, not really aiming for anything more than center mass in their cloaks. Already the white of his outfit is stained with red from the up-ended contents of the blood barrels. In a handful of seconds, he's done a fair job of drawing a spectacle to himself and hopefully taking down three of the chanters.     Everything is going according to plan.
Richard Stadler	"Honestly, I don't know if I want to learn more about magic at this point. Things are supposed to act a certain way and I am getting a lot of informaiton telling me they aren't." He notes, "And if he wants to play Little Bird and soak... do they have firearms?" God, this would be so much easier if they didn't have firearms. Did cultist have Magic Missles? "Not sure I beleive you, but that's a problem for 30 seconds in the future!" He hisses, as he breaks out into a hard run for the entrance. He hated running in a gas mask in his twenties, and age was simply /not/ making this any easier. He had planned on time. Time to set up a firing position, time to sneak up to the gates, even the odds. And there simply wasn't any time left. The ruins of the castle made it easy enough to manuever, at least, as he followed the path forward. They may not have planned for problems; all trying to handle a ritual and none of them running for security. Rick took the action of quickily detaching the suppressor at the move, and stowing it. The rounds were still sub-sonic, as he ran through the entrance, but this was close range, and the targets were large enough. The SMG snapped up, two of the cultist sighted, the selector switch moved to two round burst as he aims for the upper chest on each. Trigger pulled once. Target switched. Trigger pulled again. There had to be a leader to this set up. Hopefully the one that just got bodyslammed by a mummy. There was a raven coming in, hopefully... Could Lucien turn into a bat?
Morrigan MacIntyre	Riordan's in his hound form, it is his favorite when he's on Earth. Plus this gets to be used to intimidate. He bolts for the back corner of the ritual site and starts digging out the corner stone of the sigils. No corner stone, no barriers! Diggydiggydig goes the hound as the barrier comes crumbling down, the mystical flecks of light falling over the pool of blood that Morrigan has been bound to. But that barrier is gone! Lucian hasn't been much of a father figure...he's dead people! But when Morrigan screams it makes the man shudder for a moment, "Quickly!" he hisses out. Not at the others, mostly at himself. "Mister Stadler, be careful not to get a knife to the gut. Raven up there, don't bonk yourself against a stone wall!" he calls out. There is a moment that Morrigan doesn't move, she just listens, then she takes a deep breath in. Even over the blood she could smell Moon Knight and that makes her tear up, the blind eyes closing for a moment before she moves to push herself off of the ground. The dress that she's wearing trails blood out of the pool and she feels the incoming cultist more than sees them, her hand snaps out, grabbing them, "Bring me the tome which you've used or I will wipe your entire bloodline from this world." she whispers to them before she lets them go. But they do skitter off to claim the book for her. The Cultist realize that Morrigan is loose...which is not good. So they turn to her to see what she's going to do. Already a few of them have decided to jump ship given the circumstances.
Michael Hannigan	So, how many cultist stabbings and shootings does it take to get to the center of a summoning circle? Let's watch Moon Knight and Stadler to find out. One. Two-Whooooo. Th- Oh the dog did it? Ah. Oh well. As the barrier fizzles away the raven continues on his path uncontested to the Morrigan. Not quiiiiiite catching what she said to the random cultist he perches upon her shoulder. "Hey Mo." Nick greets in his regular voice, subconciously providing just enough pressure on the shoulder to indicate where he is located. "How about we get you out of here?"
Marc Spector	Moon Knight is content to let some (or most of) the cultists scatter. "I'll give you all a chance to flee with your fellows now.. before I start breaking people..." he says to the remainder. Between the violence he displayed and the blood coating his white suit he probably presents a striking figure. Not too unlike the blind goddess they just resurrected.     He glances to Morrigan and inclines his head. "Morrigan. Good to see that rumors of your death were greatly exaggerated" he says to the blood drenched woman. "Let's get your book and then get out of here. I expect there is much to discuss and your associates would like to see you well."
Richard Stadler	The UMP once again sends fire across the ritual field, and it was tough to say whose blood was whose at this point. There was a pool of it, drenching the stones, and causing those injured. It was a closer thing now, one target requiring a few rounds to get him down, and then another short burst to deal with them as they popped up, and then there was that cultist running out with that knife. He really did have a chance; you could cover a lot of distance if you had suprise. Less so when the man you were charging was already armed, and the five rounds sent at an upward angle still had a bit of blood splatter aganist the gas mask's lens and filters. There was a split second, though, after ware, to look at the scene, and realize that it was chaotic, but clearly in hand. There were a few of them down, a number of them running, and the rest uncoordinated and not acting like a unit. They were close to breaking... And Rick really didn't want to turn a castle into a abattoir. So maybe... he should make some ver bad personal choices. The raven was on her shoulder, which means they had a guide for Morrigan to get out. They just neede a pathway. And Moon Knight seem predisposed to give them a way out. So it couldn't hurt to add a bit of backup to it. The Hi-Power came out of the holster, pointed upward (towards the sea; he wasn't a moron), and three loud shots of over-powered ammunition sounded, Rick's voice projecting through the vocalizer in the silence it would hopefully leave. "You heard him! Give ground or be put under it! /Now!/" His hand was still on the pistol, and he full intended to use it if there were any cultist dumb enough to try moving forward. "What was that about a book? I don't like being here any longer than we need to." She had enough people politely greeting her.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Lucian's the last one in, the vampire has the same eyes as Morrigan, the striking violet that the family did. He isn't a chump either. Knocking out Cultists that are in the way. But he doesn't murder anyone. The cultist that Morrigan threatened brings the book back to Morrigan and she clutches it in her hands before she feels her herald come closer, "Take this...hide it." she whispers to the hound. He then bounds off into the shadows, leaving the fight to go hide the tome. "Mike." there is a smile from the blind woman. "I...apologize for the mess, but yes, lets get out of here." she nods. When Morrigan hears Moon Knight though she reaches a hand out, blindly searching for an arm to squeeze, "I mean, I did sort of blow up." she muses to the man. "Are any of you hurt?" she asks before she withdraws the reassuring touch. The eyes of the woman don't light on anyone. It's way off. "I'd like to go home...yes." she whispers to them. "I don't have a lot of energy. I can open a portal to my home in Happy Harbor or to another known place. Any suggestions?" she asks. "Unless someone else wants to." she offers.
Michael Hannigan	I'm Phantasmed." Nick replies, that seemingly answering the question regarding injuries. His head tilts, looking to Morrigan's face, and noting the similar expression from last time, gives a slight nod as he looks ahead. "I got a glimpse of some of the dreams around the hotel so I can aim for there if you're drained." After all, he may be tired. But he's not DEAD tired.
Marc Spector	Moon Knight reaches out a white hand to allow the woman to grasp it. "I'm here for you, where you go I go..." he says, the smile implicit in his tone if not on his face since it's covered by the vestments of his diety. The funerary garb he wears might feel a bit different from his usual attire to the newly risen woman.     He looks to Lucian. "I trust you can ensure that this..." he says looking at the ruinied circle, "doesn't happen again? You seem to have as much a vested interest in her free will as she herself does, absentee or not."
Richard Stadler	Stadler stand in front of Morrigan, still keeping a bit of a barrier between any cultists that really want to decide to try there luck, finger still resting on the trigger, watching the cultist with the book deliver it and see it spirited away and out. "Nothing but my pride from getting winded on the run over." Rick responds to the question of being hurt. He doesn't see her looking far off into the distance, a worrying prospect. This was still not the most stable of situations. But stable enough that he pauses for a moment when she mentions a portal to Happy Harbor. "I take it back. Teach me about magic. Please. Because I have speant half a day on trains after practically lashing my self to cargo netting in a C-5 filled with Strike Eagle parts, and I'm learning now there was a shortcut." He notes. After another pause. "I need to get the hotel. Some equipment I need to fly back with, and I don't want to call in any favors to show why I didn't officially /leave/ the UK. I'm hoping one of you can do that because I can't exactly drive while pointing a gun at these people. Doctor Macintyre, I'll see you when I get back."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a squeeze to the hand that is extended and that seems to calm her. "I...can't see. So if you'd get us to the hotel, Phatasm. I can take it from there after a rest. I don't want to strand anyone in here either." she admits as she tries to listen to the goings on. The man that was leading the ritual is still unconscious and with severe injuries from Moon Knight, which will slow them down considerably. "If I catch any of you around Happy Harbor, my students or anyone else that is connected to me then you'll wish that you'd died here in this place." she tells the remaining cultists. Then she looks back to the side, presumably at Mike, "Thank you, all of you. I know this is all weird so...lets get somewhere safe and we'll try to get everyone home without having to explain things to authorities...which I'm already going to have to do." she chuckles. Lucian's eyes go to Moon Knight and the man gives a dip of his head, "I will clean up here, thank you all for getting her." he states. Then he reaches out and lays a hand on Morrigan's shoulder before he squeezes gently before releasing her. He then turns to start dealing with cleanup, "Oh this blood smells terrible..." he mutters as he starts breaking up the circles and shooing off gawkers. He was going to have a fun time.
Michael Hannigan	"Alright!" Nick replies. With a little hop, the raven flutters over to land on the clasped hands of Morrigan and Moon Knight. He looks a little larger than he was over on Morrigan's shoulder, but despite that has about the same weighty feel to him. One talon wraps around Morrigan's wrist and the other on Moon Knight's "Right. Welcome to dream travel. Ground rules for the newcomers. Whatever you do do not let go of the bird shaped phantasm until we reach our destination." A wing reaches over to grab Richard's hand. "The loss of smell and touch is temporary. When entering and exiting, close your eyes and step forward when I say so and don't open your eyes til I say you can. And once again I repeat. Do not. Let. Go." With fair warning given, Nick starts the process of loaning out his energy to those he is holding on to.
Marc Spector	Moon Knight gives a nod to Morrigan, even though she can't see it. When the raven traps their hands together. "Sounds like some of the work I do when Khonshu takes a more direct hand in things..." he says idly as the instructions are given. "Understood. You're the pilot and the instructor here. As you will."     He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out to ready his body and mind for a trip he is not likely to enjoy. Khonshu's non-stop flights from New York to Egypt were the stuff of stomach wrenching agony... he doesn't expect this to be any more pleasant. Thankfully, he had a light lunch.
Richard Stadler	This was not... ideal. Rick had to fight to not stare at the subconsciously talking raven with disbelief- actually, had he checked that /this/ wasn't a dream? He had just shoot cultists in a ruined Irish castle after watching a man fly and his newish boss pull herself out of a pool of blood after her death. Maybe /this/ was the dream. Oh, that wasn't a pleaseant thought. "You want me to grab a wing with my good hand and close my eyes in an unfamiliar place?" He asks the Raven. Clearly he is not at all comfortable about doing this. But he's equally not comfortable about going back to the hotel strapped with guns in clothing that clearly had blood on it. So he grips that wing when it's offered, switches the pistol to his off hand, and closes his eyes. "Really don't like this."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan doesn't argue with anyone, but she does close her eyes, even though she can't currently see. "I trust you all." she states. Lucian's got his own way out and that's not a bad thing. She smiles for some odd reason. Maybe it's because she's back on the Earth side of things. Thankfully she's used to portal and other ways of travel, so the odds of her throwing up are low...given she's starving that might be a bad thing. She keeps her hand firmly on Moon Knights and doesn't let go.
Michael Hannigan	The bird nods to Moon Knight's acceptance of the rules. "You'll do fine." Stadler's protests get more of an arch of the brow. Which, looks odd for a raven to do. "I don't care which hand you use so long as you don't let go during transit." The bird responds, allowing Richard a moment to pick his preferred hand and grab on. The grip is returned. Strength focusing on the three points of contact that must be managed. Once Nick is certain everyon is properly phantasmed, he nods. "Alright. Eyes closed and step forward in 3...2...1... now!" It's pretty anticlimactic really. The trip into the dream feels like- stepping through a doorway with your eyes closed without knowing how high the threshold is. The triangle of travelers with the raven centerpiece end up in the center of an extremely long and straight hallway of white and brown walls. The end point of the hallway is not seen as the lines of sight converge prior to that destination being reached. A quick glance is given to the placement of everyone's body to make sure they haven't accidentally intersected with a bench. With everyone pretty much safe. And Morrigan's lack of eyesight pretty much giving her carte blanche to walk through anything she damn well pleases. He gives a nod. "Alright. Open your eyes." As the raven studiously looks around a panicky student runs screaming down the hallway. "HOW DID I FORGET I HAVE THAT CLASS?! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD..." The bird looks to the direction the student runs in and hrmms. "Follow after the panicking student. Hotel's that way."
Marc Spector	Moon Knight lunches a bit at the shift. When he opens his eyes he gets a look at where they are. "A school?" he asks, sounding confused. He is brushed by the student and he goes to protest but Nick is giving orders to follow them and he's off, keeping his hand linked with Morrigan's as he goes.     "How does this work?" he asks the raven as they follow. "You use other people's dreams to go to where they are? Can it be anyone or does it have to be voluntary?" Given some of the dreams he's had in his life, the fact that Drago could just take a peek when he wanted did not fill Moon Knight with any sense of comfort.
Richard Stadler	There was enough going on that Stadler wasn't going to be the pendantic person that said 'but I'll have to have my back to the enemy'. When he'd have to close his eyes anyway. He was a... paranoid man, it seems. Simplist thing to was to grab that wing and follow the goddamn instuctions. And that's what he did. And of course, with just the fact that one had to step through a doorway, it was pretty... mundane. The worst part, of course, was not being able to see with a very stern warning about not looking unto pain of ... something else mysterious. And then the command is given, and eyes are opened, and was this a school? "Oh, God, I've had this nightmare." He mutters, before looking to the Raven, and mirroring some of Marc's question. "Exactly how does this... work? I... gah. You know what? Later?" He mentions, before they close their eyes again, step forward, and then boom. There they were. Magic. This Magic stuff was one of the most confusing things he had ever layed eyes on. And Rick would just have to deal with it.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan keeps her hold on Marc's hand and there's a listlessness to her, her energy is fading faster than she wanted it to. At the end of things, Nick is able to point to them when they need to close their eyes and hold on. Soon enough they are back in the real world.     Morrigan's knees turn to jelly about that time and she collapses to the ground, catching herself on her free hand. "This is going to be a long night." she whispers. But everyone makes it out of the dream alright and with all of their fingers!