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[ Having been chased down by an undead version of her fiancé, nearly killed by a doppelgänger, and almost shot by some stranger’s pissed off brother, Margo’s nerves are utterly frayed. She finds herself on the network, looking for answers that, on some level, she knows she’ll never get. What kind of king would she be if she didn’t even try, though? ]

Alright, judging from what I’ve seen so far, we’re all in the same boat – Snatched from the places we actually belong and planted… Wherever here happens to be. So, since I’m trying to find some kind of pattern to this crap, where were all of you before you woke up here?

[ It’s a long shot, but if there’s a connection between the points they were all drawn from they probably stand a better chance of figuring out how to get back there. She tells herself to hold onto hope that she could be right, but it’s quickly slipping through her fingers. ]