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[onceandfutureprat]

[Private to Charles]

I need your counsel.



[Spam for Guinevere]

[It's been nearly three years (or it feels that way at least) since the last time Arthur has been to a city like this. He'd forgotten how... loud it was. He knows this is England, which is Albion, but it doesn't feel like it. He doesn't recognize anything here, and he's not entirely sure he knows where this London is in relation to where Camelot was.

He looks back at Guinevere after surveying the street for a moment.]

Where would you like to go first?

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[Private]

[wedonot]

What's wrong?

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

Nothing.

What does one do... in a city such as this [Read: modern] with someone that you love?

[Advise him on how to take his wife on a holiday, Charles :|]

[Private]

[wedonot]

[He can try?]

Well, unless things have changed a lot in the last forty some odd years, there are plenty of nice restaurants and hotels you could stay at. How do you feel about seeing a show or visiting historical monuments?

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

Depends on the show. [Just... gonna ignore the last part because what]

[Private]

[wedonot]

There should be quite a few of them to choose from. The theater district should be labeled on the map we were given.

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

What are your favorite 'hotels and restaurants'? [There are quotes around these words. You can hear them.]

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[maidtoqueen]

[Forgive your wife Arthur she's a bit busy staring]

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Pft, she's always forgiven. He waits for a moment, before frowning slightly and trying again.] Guinevere?

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[maidtoqueen]

[She snaps out of it and looks at him] Sorry.

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[onceandfutureprat]

Nothing to apologize for. [It's overwhelming. He can admit that.]

Anything catch your eye?

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[maidtoqueen]

Everything's just...So different.

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Understatement of the year.]

It's louder.

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[maidtoqueen]

Where will we stay?

[Private]

[wedonot]

The Stafford's quite nice, and they've got a restaurant on premise. I can give you directions, if you'd like.

[Private]

[onceandfutureprat]

That would be best, thank you.

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[onceandfutureprat]

Charles suggested uh... something called the Stafford. I trust his judgment.

[Private]

[wedonot]

[And Charles sends over written directions to the hotel.]

Let me know if there's anything else I can do.

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Maybe draw him a map.]

None of this feels terribly... romantic. [Wooing, Charles. Wooing :|]

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[maidtoqueen]

[She nods and then she can't help it. She grabs his hand. The barge is modern enough for her. The size of this place and the complete difference is a bit much at the moment]

How do we get there?

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Arthur squeezes her hand before tucking it in the crook of his arm. He only feels even the slightest bit more comfortable because he's been around modern things for months and become desensitized to it.]

He gave me directions. We can head there or... [Wander. Like lost sheep.]

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[maidtoqueen]

Or? [She's really relying on you right now, Arthur]

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Well, Guinevere, this is when you might learn that your husband is a lot little hopeless. He wants this trip to be romantic, but he's not very good at coming up with romantic things in Camelot, much less here.]

Er, I... we could... go for a walk. And, look at... things.

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[maidtoqueen]

[You're adorable when you don't know what to do] Shall we find this place first? That way we do not have to worry about having somewhere to go tonight. And then we can take a look at the map.

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[onceandfutureprat]

[He nods slightly and takes out his communicator so he can read Charles' directions. And to get there... he has to figure out where they are first. He looks around and up at the sky for a moment before pointing to his right.]

It's that way.

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[maidtoqueen]

[She nods and keeps close the entire time they walk] It's so busy.