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[pratservant]

[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

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[misterhotpants]

[Garrett's face is upside down on your screen.] Another prince? Apparently this Revan person is trying to make a collection.

[supercilious]

I am a part of no-one's collection.

[misterhotpants]

Well. Neither was I, until you popped up, but there's two of us now. Prince of where, incidentally?

You're somewhere in the heavens, by the way. Space, they tell me it's called. More specifically, the planet we're on is called Coruscant. The city's called Coruscant too, actually, but apparently it covers the whole planet anyway. Wherever you were before, you're not there now, and there is apparently no way of getting back.

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[supercilious]

Prince of-

[supercilious]

[ In the heavens. ]

[supercilious]

[ And what the hell is a- and how does he- and- ]

done!

[supercilious]

[ weakly, ] Camelot. Albion.

You're a madman.

[misterhotpants]

There's a distinct possibility that's true, I can't deny it. Did you happen to look out a window, yet?

[supercilious]

Should I?

[misterhotpants]

Give it a shot, and then tell me if you still think I'm mad.

[pratservant]

I don't understand. Why would anyone want to collect servants?

[Besides the obvious answer: to serve princes. Which means this is all Arthur's fault.]

[misterhotpants]

To be quite honest, I think this is more of a people collection sort of set-up, rather than specifically princes. Much as it hhurts my ego to admit that princes may not be the centre of the world.

This Revan person is fighting a war against a place called the Republic, which as I understand, we are currently in. For reasons unknown to anyone at all, Revan decided to drag us all from our homeworlds and into this one. He hasn't even tried to make us fight, we mostly just run around trying to figure out ways to get home and drinking blue ale.

[pratservant]

You're a prince too, then?

[Because he certainly sounds like a prince. Merlin's expression grows serious as he continues though.]

A war? How do we know he just hasn't tried to make anyone do it yet?

[He'll come back to the blue ale.]

[misterhotpants]

[His expression freezes for a moment because oh yeah, dead parents, but then he shrugs] It wasn't my idea, I promise. You might say I'm a reformed prince. Of course, you might say I'm a prat, too, I'm a very divisive sort of character.

Near as I can tell, there've been people here for a year and more, and no one's made them fight. That doesn't stop them, but so far it looks like we've been left to our own devices for the most part.

[pratservant]

You can't be that bad, if you're willing to admit it.

[Merlin smiles a bit. This prince might not be so bad.]

Oh, I'm Merlin.

[misterhotpants]

Ah, see, that's where you're in luck. If this'd been a year ago, I'd have given your prince a run for his money, and spent it all on wine and women before I could even be certain I'd won. Maybe you ought to try locking your prince in a tower for a while, see if that helps at all.

[He grins back]

I'd shake your hand, but I've not yet learnt the trick to getting it through glass. You can call me your highness if you really wish, but I prefer Garrett.