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[pratservant]

Characters: supercilious, pratservant, incaution. Also including a thread for housemates! (Will add if anyone else ends up being invited to mock them help.)
Location: A-3
Planet: Coruscant
When: Thursday
What: SETTLING IN.
Rating: Nothin'.

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Jo

[pratservant]

[Help us Jo Harvelle, you're our only hope.]

[incaution]

[Indeed she is your only hope. Look, she's managed to drag clothes out of a droid and is knocking at their front door, arms loaded down with plain and boring things that Arthur probably won't like.

... she's actually hoping that's the case.]

Okay, Princess, open up. The cavalry's arrived.

[supercilious]

[ Arthur opens the door, managing to look totally unconcerned about his state of near total undress. (How come Merlin got a jumpsuit? He'll probably never know. ]

Don't call me that.

[ Suddenly he realizes why you feel so familiar. Jo Harvelle, you are the lady version of Gwaine. ]

[pratservant]

[...She is totally Lady Gwaine. She's probably drank all sorts of blue ale or whatever.]

Did you find any scarves?

[Merlin looks hopeful as he offers to take the things. As if his stupid neckerchief is their biggest worry right now.]

Housemates

[pratservant]

[Yep. You sure did just get new roommates. Sorry about that.]

[pathtoatonement]

If it helps, I don't know who he is. [Kyp has his arms crossed and is eyeing the both of you. He was enjoying the alone time with his girlfriend, jerkbutts]

[pratservant]

[Merlin looks over at the new voice, blinking at the owners posture.]

He's Prince Arthur and I'm Merlin. [Which isn't much help in return, but it's a start.] You're our other housemate?

[pathtosacrifice]

[Meanwhile, Catty is just stretched out along the couch, sketching quietly.] Kyp doesn't count, since he's from this universe. Anyone from Earth is going to recognize Arthur and Merlin.

[She grins.] Sorry about that, by the way. It sucks when people know all about you, doesn't it? [And there's a pointed look right at Kyp when she says that. Play nice.]

[supercilious]

[ Actually, Arthur has a tension headache. ]

This is madness.

[pratservant]

[A measure of calm has returned to Merlin. He's reminded of those last minutes before they arrived here.]

It'll be all right. You'll see.

[supercilious]

Will it? Either we're stuck here while Camelot is slaughtered or we return precisely from whence we came, and...

[pratservant]

You will not be stuck here and Camelot will not be slaughtered. Don't even think that.

[But what about him? If Merlin did... If the Dorocha...]

[Merlin remembers the cold that took all the feeling from his body. But the veil was still torn and he knows what Arthur still plans to do to heal it.]

This isn't the time to start doubting. We figure out why we're here and how to get back home. Everything else will fall into place.