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[onceandfutureprat]

[Spam for Merlin]

[The last Arthur remembered, he went to sleep in his room. The king pushed himself up on his elbows, scanning his surroundings. That was definitely not where he was now. For one thing, the bed he was on was... completely horrible and he only knew of one person that slept in this tiny, messy room. And that was--]

Merlin!



[Later; filtered to friends; one nice conversation rule applies]

I understand I... slept through a port. How are you doing?

[Private to Arya]

What did you do for the last week?

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[takeyouapart]

[Entirely by coincidence, Merlin's just barely stumbled back into his cabin after a long infirmary shift. It's not been as bad as it could be - a lot of the Death Tollers seem principally interested in fleeing the Infirmary and licking their wounds elsewhere. Which is fine by him, frankly, so long as they don't pass out and concuss themselves later in the week. As much of his energy has gone on keeping the place secure against would-be thieves as it's gone on actually treating patients, but that's what he gets for volunteering to act as a healer on board a prison ship.

He'd just lock himself into one of the secure rooms and catch a few hours' sleep in the Infirmary itself, but he knows he wouldn't get any real rest and that way lies madness. So he's here, and the narrow lumpy cot Gaius uses for his patients has never looked more inviting -

Then he hears Arthur yell his name, and even as he flinches at the sound he's joyous. He crosses the room and takes the few steps up to the door, hauling it open without a second thought.]

Need something, sire?

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur lifts his eyebrows at him for that, shifting his weight to one elbow so he can gesture around the room with his other hand.]

What am I doing here?

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[takeyouapart]

You fell into a coma, Arthur. This seemed the safest place to keep an eye on you. How're you feeling?

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[onceandfutureprat]

[He stares at him in response to that. He knows what a coma here is like, has heard of them before at least but he doesn't really feel like he'd been asleep for days. And it's just another thing here that makes him uncomfortable.

Arthur sits up fully.]

Fine. How long was I... like that?

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[takeyouapart]

About a week. I lost a few days as well, when the Barge made port. [He frowns.] I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep watch over Arya. [Not that she really needs it, terrifying tiny thing that she is.]

[Private]

[wedonot]

Fine, thank you.

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

What happened? [text? Charles what is this :c]

[Private]

[wedonot]

[It was a bad port okay. :C]

We stopped at a haunted hotel, which caused most of us to hallucinate and some of us to become violent.

Re: [Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

[Solid time to fall asleep then :c]

I'm terribly sorry, Charles. Are you certain you're alright?

[Private]

[wedonot]

I'm fine.

[There's a long pause before he sends the second message.]

Erik was killed. I'm in the infirmary with him.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Fuck port, Arthur. B(]

A girl didn't sleep it away.

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

[Aha you are not funny.]

Is the list of things you didn't do shorter than the what you did?

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Are too]

A girl found a bush cut like a wolf.

[A beat]

It moved, but it wouldn't let her in.

Re: [Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

[There is a decidedly long pause here because that sounds crazy.]

Maybe it was the wind.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Gosh Arthur she's just being a warg, okay]

It wasn't the wind.

[Private] -- assuming this, let me know if I'm wrong/forgetting something

[yeahscience]

[Jesse's not on Arthur's filter, but a while after his broadcast, an unsolicited message comes through anyway.]

You're Cat's-- Arya's, whoever's -- warden now, right? [There's a hint of tightness in his voice, like he's restraining something, but all he asks is:] How'd she do down there?

[Private] -- nope it's good!

[onceandfutureprat]

Yes.

She told me she spent most of it hidden away with Nymeria. [Sorry, he's not going to talk to you about the warging a bush thing.]

[Private]

[yeahscience]

You weren't there? [He's really struggling not to sound mad. He's been immediately, irrationally overprotective with every one of her wardens, and it's never ended up actually going well -- it usually just leads to weeks of fighting until they finally say they understand, and then they take off anyway like assholes.

So he's trying something new.]

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

Not exactly. I seem to have been in one of the comas that happen here.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

[Pause.] Okay. [This is possibly the most begrudging "okay" that has ever been uttered. But really, he's trying.]

But she's okay? She didn't-- I don't think she came to find me or anything.

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[toldinthebook]

I think I did too.

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[onceandfutureprat]

So did Merlin. They seem to be spreading. [And guess who sounds horribly uncomfortable because of that? This guy.]

friend(ly)

[toldinthebook]

Spreading how? Does the Admiral cause it or something else? [ She doesn't remember hitting her head... or eating a poisoned pie ]

friend(ly)

[onceandfutureprat]

I can't imagine anyone else being responsible.

friend(ly)

[toldinthebook]

Even with all the magic around here?