Room 325, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on.

Right now, though, he was thinking strategy. Staring out his window, squinting at the lay of the land he could get from there, and browsing through the maps for the rest of it.

He placed a few more calls and texts here and there to see what people were up to. Just in case.

The researches had best figure out what this was and soon.

[[ i am going to bed soon, so massive SP, but if you feel like he'd call/text and you want to respond, have at. likewise for if you want to visit; door's open ]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin knocked on the door, balancing... a few books in the other hand. It was an accident waiting to happen, you see. "I can't seem to find anything about evil fog."

[bitchprince]

"Hm?"

Arthur looked up, and found... a towering stack of books talking to him. "...Merlin, put that down before you injure someone."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I haven't dropped any yet!"

[bitchprince]

"Which means you're going to," Arthur pointed out. "Come in, put them down."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...am not," Merlin insisted.

[bitchprince]

Arthur sighed. "The longer you stand there balancing those things, the more likely they are to fall. Get in."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin peered out around the books before slowly walking in. "You could help, you know."

[bitchprince]

"Or you could just drop them, as I know you're about to," Arthur provided. He got up from the bed, where he'd been sitting.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ass." Merlin dropped the books carelessly on Arthur's bed. TO prove a point. Yes.

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a look. "I'd expected the floor," he said, "You're still full of surprises."

Sarcasm, this time. He brushed it off.

"So how is the situation down in the library?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Nothing terribly promising," Merlin replied, flopping down with the books. "Just not to breath the damned fog in."

[bitchprince]

"I already have Support offering masks against it downstairs," Arthur replied.

He took the opportunity to sit back down. Near Merlin. No reason. "They had better work."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully they will."

[bitchprince]

Arthur nodded, glancing over towards him. "Do you know any spells that can keep the fog at bay for a bit?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin perked up slightly. "I... could try."

[bitchprince]

Arthur nodded, his fingers nonchalantly skittering over to brush across Merlin's knuckles once.

Again, for absolutely no reason.

"Do so."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It might take some work." Read: A lot.

[bitchprince]

Arthur snorted. "Where have I heard that one before?"

Which didn't keep him from treading his fingers through Merlin's, now.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well it will!" Note how Merlin wasn't pulling his hand away.

[bitchprince]

"About a month?" he guessed. "Maybe a year..."

He shifted to get more comfortable on the bed.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sod off. It's not easy work."

[bitchprince]

"A likely story."

Arthur snorted. Then sort of hesitated.

"Merlin, if the fog affects me and I come at you..."

Yeah, so Zack was getting to him.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You won't."

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him a vaguely irritated look. "It's hallucinatory fog, Merlin. Anything can happen."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't let you."