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]

"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."

[bitchprince]

"I was going to say," Arthur said, shutting his eyes, "That if I do, you need to put me out."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin shrugged. "I couldn't let you do something like that. You don't need to even mention it."

[bitchprince]

"All right."

Beat.

"Glad we've got that settled."

Not that he was relieved. That would just be silly.