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

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

I can't imagine anyone else being responsible.

Even with all the magic around here?

As far as I can tell, no one else has that kind of power.

But they have the power to escape from the ship. [ You know, Morgana, with some help maybe ] Putting people to sleep seems easier than that.

No one with that power has been around as long as these 'comas' have. [You can hear the quotes in his voice.]

Right. [ Well that's settled then. Good. Not Morgana or Jefferson ] Is this the worst of it? A port or a 'coma'? [ Also audible quotes ]

[Probably not, no. Also they are perfect bro friends, disbelieving everything together.]

I'm not fond of the Death Toll.

[ What did you say those words ] Death Toll? To go with the not dying.

Something like that.

It's not... pleasant.

I wouldn't have thought that dying was. [ Ha... ha? ] What exactly happens?

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