001 - Video
[It's a two-for-one special when the feed begins. The face in front belongs to a young man with dirty blond hair, aquiline nose and perfect jawline. And he seems to be shirtless.]
[The face peeking over his shoulder looks to be around the same age with dark hair and pale skin. Mostly ears and cheekbones beyond that. He's still stuck in one of those ugly jumpsuits, which probably tells you more about him than you wanted to know, really.]
[They both look at the datapad with the same expression: a little curious, a lot confused. At length, the dark-haired one gives the other a nudge.]
Go on. Say something. Unless you want me to?
[ The blond nudges back, harder. ]
What am I supposed to say? Give me back my bloody clothes?
[He gives him a long-suffering look in return. Which of course, the blond ignores.]
Do you want me to write this for you too?
[He reaches over the blond's shoulder, attempting to take the device from him, but his hand is smacked away. ]
Get your own...thing.
[Merlin draws his hand back, frowns once more before just yelling at the datapad instead.]
Can anybody hear me? It's very important that we get back to the Isle of the Blessed.
[A breath.]
And Prince Arthur would like someone to give him back his bloody clothes!
((OOC: Replies may be from either/or/both!))
[The face peeking over his shoulder looks to be around the same age with dark hair and pale skin. Mostly ears and cheekbones beyond that. He's still stuck in one of those ugly jumpsuits, which probably tells you more about him than you wanted to know, really.]
[They both look at the datapad with the same expression: a little curious, a lot confused. At length, the dark-haired one gives the other a nudge.]
Go on. Say something. Unless you want me to?
[ The blond nudges back, harder. ]
What am I supposed to say? Give me back my bloody clothes?
[He gives him a long-suffering look in return. Which of course, the blond ignores.]
Do you want me to write this for you too?
[He reaches over the blond's shoulder, attempting to take the device from him, but his hand is smacked away. ]
Get your own...thing.
[Merlin draws his hand back, frowns once more before just yelling at the datapad instead.]
Can anybody hear me? It's very important that we get back to the Isle of the Blessed.
[A breath.]
And Prince Arthur would like someone to give him back his bloody clothes!
((OOC: Replies may be from either/or/both!))