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Aug. 11th, 2007


"The walking carpet wasn't bossy."

Who: Richard Armitage and Jonas Armstrong
Where: Hungary, then Morgan's Castle
What: A very bad storm goes very wrong.
When: Up to now.
Warnings: These two are still cracky, now with added hangover. And some pain later on.

Richard woke up because there was a very loud noise. He lifted his head, and was slapped in the face by a very agressive hangover. Very quickly, he lowered his head again, until his face touched something that was warm and soft and moved. It took him several moments to realize where he was; he was lying on top of Jonas Armstrong in a car, and it was raining very aggressively. What?

"Nngh?" Jonas asked as he felt movement above him. "Nrgh,...Oww..." he muttered as a blinding headache met him when he tried to force open his eyes. 'grah..." he managed coherently. "Hi Richard."

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"Kevin Costner was more loved than Snape in that........thing even.."

Who: Jonas and Richard
Where: Hungary
When: nowish
What: prelude to Camelot and arrival. Part one of two.
Warnings: They’re drunk and cracky…

Somewhere, in , in Hungary, not far from the city of Budapest, people were getting into trouble. They were old enough to know better, but apparently, they didn't. They were armed with a bottle of fine vodka, and were looking for a private place to drink it. They were the most fiercesome thing known to mankind... they were actors who had the rest of the day off.

"Niiice Awkward moment with the Keith bits." Jonas Armstrong snickered, flipping Robin Hood's hoodie off the back of his head. He hadn't actually needed to be in costume since early that morning but considering the hoodie went everywhere with him, (he'd even taken it back to England while recuperating from the injury) he hadn't bothered to get out of that, just the too tight leggings. "I really think the Sheriff and Sir Guy are getting somewhere special." he snerked.

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Aug. 9th, 2007



Filing, filing and more filing. That was her life these days.
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In the council chamber of Camelot

The council meeting of knights had been adjoured some time ago, with Arthur telling everyone to go rest, but he was still in council with the wizard Merlin, and dearly wished to be elsewhere. All his knights, even his queen had left him, but Merlin had only used the chance to corner him, like a dog on a fox. Exhausted after the long day, he had no choice but to listen to the sorcerer's words, as his tones were growing more forceful than ever.

"...and that is why we must act now," Merlin decided, his fist touching the table with sudden force. "Stop Morgan in her tracks before she can do more harm!"

Arthur did not look much like a king, at this moment. His head had sunk between his arms, and he stared at the surface of his great round table. All night, the words had gone back and forth. They must move immediately to secure Morgan's castle -- or they could not, there weren't enough knights. Morgan had sent Arthur a direct threat -- or Morgan would never do such a thing, she had sworn fealty like everyone else. Back and forth, back and forth, Arthur trying again and again to insist the situation was not so urgent he couldn't at least get some sleep.

Now it was well after midnight, and Merlin looked expectant. And riled up. "You must decide, my liege." Of course, Arthur thought bitterly, give me the choice but make it evident I have no power to refuse. King indeed. He was sour in mood. Though he had been crowned more than ten years past, he had not the freedom to deny Merlin his wishes when he was so insistant. It was futile, Arthur knew, to fight Merlin any longer. He would have no rest till he did what the wizard wanted.

"...we shall ride out," Arthur said tiredly. "Tomorrow I shall raise the call, and send messengers to find what knights may join us on the road to Morgan's lands."

"And what shall you do when you reach Morgan's keep?" Merlin asked, his voice coloured with what Arthur felt was entirely undeserved sarcasm. Merlin ever used tones like this, when Arthur tried to negotiate with his half-sister.

"I shall confront her," Arthur said impatiently, his own voice snappish. "And demand an explanation. What else would you have me do? She is my sister."

"Half-sister," Merlin returned quietly, "and not of your father. She will be great trouble for you later."

"Well, you're great trouble to me now!" Arthur retorted, lifting his head to glare at the wizard, who remained impassive and unmoved by the sudden outburst. "When it pleases me, if it pleases me, I shall move in force against Morgan. Until that hour, I shall not."

"Your weakness for her is unaccountable," Merlin said in a low voice, "and dangerous, Arthur."

Arthur's head sunk into his hands exhaustedly, even as he accepting the truth in the statement. Morgan was a dangerous woman, with the power to be both a powerful ally or a dangerous enemy. But he could not explain it to the wizard; how could he say he had a gut feeling that Morgan, somehow, played a great hand in keeping him on the throne?

Or perhaps, Arthur thought distantly, he kept Morgan free and well because Merlin feared her, and Arthur was just the slightest bit afraid of his advisor -- he wanted the edge of life and death over someone the wizard disliked. "I am going to bed," Arthur announced, standing up. "In the morning, when I have rested, I shall send the word we are leaving."

"I'll send it now," Merlin insisted, "and you can leave before the noonday sun tomorrow. Best catch Morgan by surprised, she will expect you to take your time in assembling."

And if, Arthur though bitterly, if she should turn against us when we are there, we can be so disorganized and ill-prepared that she will be able to defeat us singlehandedly, using a broomstick and tossing some newt eyes at us. But he said nothing, pushing his chair in to the table and stalking away towards his bed chambers.

The crown weighed heavy upon Arthur's head, but heavier still than the physical weight was the immensity of rulership. Like a forceful hand settling on him, despair haunted him, as he wondered when he had become afraid to refuse the advice of the very man who had fought so hard to make him king.

Jul. 30th, 2007


"...can we go over the wing thing once again?"

Who: Orlando and Billy
Where: Their Cell
When: After Orlando was visited
What: headwound confusion, debates and broken arms oh my!

Drip. It was cold. Drip. He didn't remember leaving the air-conditioner on last night, or falling asleep on the floor. Drip. In fact, he didn't remember the flat having a stone floor, much less one that smelled as mildewy and felt as slimy as this one. Drip. That meant that he probably wasn't somewhere safe. Drip. Judging by the pain in his head and arm, he had fallen quite hard from something. Drip. And the tap was on. "Where am I?" Billy asked out loud, in a voice that was not hysterical but rather cool and collected. He opted to not open his eyes for a moment.

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Jul. 18th, 2007


(no subject)

Who: Orlando and a mysterious visitor
When: After Orlando and Billy talked
Where: The Cell
What: Orlando has a weird experience and gets filled in on what’s going on. Somewhat…

The rain had slowed on Bachgen's window to a steady, slow plink-plink, and the lightening was gone. He was not, as seven year olds went, a terribly obedient one, though his life consisted of, Boy, do this, Boy, do that, Boy, don't anger lady Morgan, Boy, keep your hands off that, Boy, eat your vegetables and do as you're told and Do Not Go Into The Tower. The house of Lady Morgan was an oppressive place to be a child, full of rules and Dos and Do Nots, until Bachgen had grown so that even ordinary, sensible Do Nots (do not tease the cat, he'll scratch, do not play with fire, you'll burn your fingers) were made to be broken. So now that the rain was steady and slow, a drizzle, not a downpour, Bachgen opened his window and slid out into the rain, before pulling the lantern he had lit inside out the window behind him. The Lady had been doing magic again, and he had run to the window to see the bright firelights winking into existence by her dungeons. Now he was determined to see for himself what she had done -- maybe, he thought, suppressing a giggle, she had captured one of her cousins, Sir Gawain, or the infamous Sir Agravaine, maybe, and he might harass them for information of Camelot.

Billy, whoever's Billy it was because it sure as Hell wasn't Orlando's had sunk back into being unconscious for a while now, which Orlando privately thought was a little easier than dealing with him awake, even if it did mean that he had to listen carefully to make sure that he was breathing every so often. Better than trying to see someone's face in the really dim torchlight though, Orlando thought, stretching out his wings a little because after all, who was going to see him?
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Jul. 15th, 2007


(no subject)

Who: Ryan and Johnny
Where: Their cell
When: Right after the spell
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Jul. 13th, 2007


Billy and Orlando meet

Who: Billy and Orlando
Where: A Cell!
When: After ze spell
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Enter Teh Billy

Who: Billy Boyd
Where: London
When: Before the spell
What: Billy runs into a spot of trouble.
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Jul. 12th, 2007



Who: Orlando
When: Before and during the start of the spell
Where: Somewhere outside L.A
What: Orlando Arrives
Notes: Billy chat log to follow this!

“Anything for you, Princess. Oh absolutely. Yes, I promise I’ll be careful. If you hear from anybody, tell them I said Hey. “ Orlando said to the person on the other end of the line. “I’ll get back to you on reunion plans soon, Liv. Take care. Well if I crash you’ll just say you told me so…Okay, Yeah, Love Ya too...”
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