bigdamndestiny: (STALKING YOU)
[personal profile] bigdamndestiny
Carrying a pile of blankets and sheets because this Camelot was not like your Camelot and they had tomatoes, damn it... Merlin made his way into the empty room to actually do his duties with their not so lovely guest.

Placing them down on the bed, he found that it looked as though no one touched it all the time she'd been here.

Which could have meant something nefarious or horrifyingly gross concerning the king.

But at least that creepy guy wasn't there.

[[FOR THAT CREEPY GUY... and a badger face]]

Date: 2010-09-04 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Or... was he?

Jonas had been sculking 'round back, but...

"Merlinnn," he hissed. "Can I be of assistance?"

Date: 2010-09-04 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was only by the grace of god that Merlin didn't shout. But he did jump. "Jonas--right?"

Date: 2010-09-04 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Yes," Jonas said. Pointedly. He folded his hands together in affected piousness. "Were you looking for something...?"

Something twitched under his robe.

Date: 2010-09-04 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Merlin wasn't staring. He wasn't staring.

"Just... changing the sheets."

Date: 2010-09-04 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"That has been taken care of," Jonas replied.


Whatever was twitching under his robe slipped out from under it. It looked... green.

Date: 2010-09-04 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Um. Right."

Merlin forced his eyes up, picking up the linens to offer to Jonas. "I'll leave these with you then, yeah?"

Date: 2010-09-04 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I will take care of them," said Jonas, tail - for that was what it was - snapping back and forth idly behind him. "I promise."

He put both of his sweaty hands down on the linens, and pulled them rather rudely from Merlin's grasp.

Date: 2010-09-04 07:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Merlin let go easily, nodding at him in a way that he hoped was friendly. And not creeped out.

At all.

"Right. I'll just... leave you to it."

Date: 2010-09-04 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You do that," said Jonas.

He seemed intent on grinning at Merlin until he went away.

Date: 2010-09-04 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Merlin smiled back and hightailed it for the door to escape before the creepy rubbed off on him. He didn't want to be creepy!

Date: 2010-09-04 07:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Jonas shook his head. Some people. Honestly.

He turned around to put the sheets down, tail swooping along with his motions. He hadn't noticed it had wrestled free, yet.

Date: 2010-09-04 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Merlin's eyes went wide and he fled to, well, tell everyone. If he had Twitter, he'd tweet about it. Poorly.

Date: 2010-09-04 10:20 pm (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (smiley - pretty)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
Francine was peeling apples. The kitchen staff would let her do that, at least. As long as she did it outside somewhere, away from the kitchen.

Whatever; the sun was shining on the balustrade where she'd found herself a place to sit, Gwen had told her nobody was going to be counting if an apple or two disappeared, and it was a start at ingratiating herself with them. She'd be cooking swans in no time!

As long as someone else made them not look like a swan first.
Edited Date: 2010-09-04 10:20 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-09-04 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was always going to look like a swan, Francine. Because it was a swaaaaan.

Merlin poked his head into the kitchen, making sure no one else was there for the moment. "Psst!"

Date: 2010-09-04 10:47 pm (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (sitting)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"Merlin?" Francine called back from the window-ledge off to the right. "I'm over here." Possibly eating a slice of apple, hush you.

Date: 2010-09-04 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
" that an apple?" Focus, Merlin! Focus!

Date: 2010-09-04 10:58 pm (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (smiley)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"Not if that big lady with the red apron asks," she answered, offering him a slice.

Date: 2010-09-04 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Damn her for distracting him with food. "It's perks," Merlin replied easily. "Everyone knows that."

Date: 2010-09-04 11:02 pm (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (harvest)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"I'm trying to be on my best behavior, though." When they were looking. "So they'll let me near things with more than one ingredient."

Date: 2010-09-04 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You should teach them to make marshmallows!" That wasn't why he was here, though.

Chewing the apple slice, he finally reminded himself of that.

"We need to warn Arthur about Lady Catrina's servant."

You know, the creeper.

Date: 2010-09-04 11:14 pm (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (dubious)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"The creepy guy?" Just to make sure. Because Lady Catrina had so many other servants. Then again, if Francine, Queen of the twin kingdoms of Obliviousness and Trusting People Way Too Much thought he was a creeper, he was a creeper.

Date: 2010-09-04 11:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"He has a tail," Merlin whisperer.

Date: 2010-09-05 12:05 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (confused)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
Which, you know, in Fandom, no big deal. In Camelot... "Don't people here, um. Not have tails?"

Date: 2010-09-05 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...not unless they're trying to kill Arthur."

Date: 2010-09-05 12:31 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (fretty)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
That... seemed like it might be a bit of a leap, but then, Merlin had a lot more experience with people and things and and anything else that might fall into the Trying To Kill Arthur genre.

"Does everything with a tail try to kill him, or is it just that everything that tries to kill him has a tail?"


"Wait, nevermind. What's he trying to do?"

Date: 2010-09-05 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't know," Merlin admitted. "I know Gaius doesn't trust Lady Catrina, at least."

Date: 2010-09-05 12:37 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (dubious)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"Aside from the whole 'seems to be sucking up to the king for money and power' thing?"

The lady in question wasn't 22, at least, but that hadn't stopped Francine from mentally naming her Witnee the Second after her conversation with Arthur.

Date: 2010-09-05 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Aside from that, yes." Because it was gross. "She hasn't been sleeping in her bed."

Date: 2010-09-05 12:53 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (dubious)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
The Queen of Trusts People Too Much had certain exceptions when it came to fathers and women potentially involved with fathers. (And men who reminded her of Chuck Bass, but that part wasn't relevant to this conversation.)

"You think she's, um. You know?" Don't get your head chopped off, Francine. "In somebody else's?" She sketched a crown above her head. Badly.

Very badly.

Date: 2010-09-05 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I hope not. I don't want to tell Arthur that."

Date: 2010-09-05 01:30 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (portrait2)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"I'd choose it over her trying to kill him, but yeah." Awkward. And admittedly, probably something he'd think of himself anyway. "If not, though, what do you think she's doing instead of sleeping in her room?"

Date: 2010-09-05 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I don't know, but I plan to find out." With sneaking. "...Arthur's room is near hers, maybe I could stake it out."

Date: 2010-09-05 01:45 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (dubious)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
If Francine was suddenly picturing him holed up with surveillance equipment and ordering a late-night pizza, it was only because she watched far too much tv.

"Be careful! ...She wasn't thinking of trying to make a pizza and delivering it in the middle of the night. Really.

Date: 2010-09-05 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I always am!" And what were the odds he'd be found out and imprisoned somewhere?

Date: 2010-09-05 01:53 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (exploring)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
About the same odds for that as the odds against Francine finding tomatoes for pizza sauce in any other medieval European kingdom.

"I'll tell Katchoo to keep an eye on them too."

Preferably from a distance, where they couldn't hear Katchoo's opinions on them, though Francine had to admit that once they knew they needed to blend in, Katchoo had been doing a surprisingly good job of it when anyone not in the know was around.

Date: 2010-09-05 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You two stick together in case something happens, alright?"

Date: 2010-09-05 02:10 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (with Katchoo - tied up)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"Of course. When do we ever go off by ourselves?"

Except every time Francine got kidnapped or otherwise in trouble or Katchoo felt the need to go smoke on the roof or, say, now when there was no sullen, smoke-free blonde in sight.

Date: 2010-09-05 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Merlin was just about to mention those things, but thought better of it.

"Right." He looked around. "Have you been enjoying it here?"

Date: 2010-09-05 02:29 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (Default)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"I think most of the other servants think I got dropped on my head." Most people think you got dropped on your head, Francine. "But they've all been really nice to me!"

Date: 2010-09-05 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Good! They thinks I'm like that too."


Date: 2010-09-05 03:31 am (UTC)
thatsamilkshake: (smiley)
From: [personal profile] thatsamilkshake
"Well, that's just silly. They obviously can't tell the difference between brain damage and secret brilliance."

...In his case.

Date: 2010-09-05 03:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"We both have to keep these things under wraps."


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