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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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[onceandfutureprat]

It doesn't matter much to me what name she wants either. She's Cat to you. Make her remember that every time you talk. She changes her name to escape.

[yeahscience]

[Congratulations, Arthur: you are already quite probably the smartest warden Arya's had so far, in Jesse's book. He blinks owlishly as the light of what Arthur's saying dawns.] Yeah... okay, yeah. That's a good call, yo.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur side-eyes him for that sentence, purely because the vernacular of 'yo' is several centuries beyond him.]

Anything else you wish to discuss?

[yeahscience]

[Probably so is "good call," for that matter.]

Is that it? Just the name thing?

[onceandfutureprat]

[Basically it's a miracle he understands you at all at times.]

For now, yes.

[yeahscience]

[That's not new for Jesse. :c]

Okay. [He seems uncertain about that, but hey -- having a plan at all for once is better than nothing. He unfolds himself from his seat, hands in his pockets.] So just... business as usual for the rest? She comes over a lot, we hang out. Play Wii.

[onceandfutureprat]

[Sorry you've lost him.] What is that?

[yeahscience]

[Oh, God, you medieval types, catch up.] Games. We play games.

[onceandfutureprat]

[We need like electricity first, alright.]

Aah. I don't see a problem with that then.