Voicemail

[bitchprince]

It's almost silent, but in the distance, Arthur's voice can be made out if you put your mind to it.

"...Merlin, I hardly need your help to figure out this... voice... thing." A short silence, and then, much, much louder, he continues: "No, I am aware of which direction I am supposed to speak in. The question is, do you have any idea--"

  "You have reached the Blackberry telephone of Prince Arthur Pendragon. Leave a voice or text message after the 'beep', and I'll get back to you. Please don't try my room phone, as it is unfortunately deceased."

BEEP.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*ring* Yeah, Dinah had gotten the text in the middle of the laundry room fight, and now had a breath to call him back.

And Dinah was talking immediately. "Arthur! They multiply when they get wet!"

[bitchprince]

"I heard," Arthur said, clipped. "Where are you?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Freaking laundry room. Just killed-- I lost count. Crazy little monsters." Dinah was still panting for breath. "Dru helped. Expecting trouble--" She had a horrible, horrible thought. "Oh god, the showers. The pool."

[bitchprince]

"Azula is on her way," Arthur said, promptly. "I've contacted Mat, try and find him down in the lobby, hopefully he'll set something up. Actually, just contact him." A beat. "There's stairs down to the pool. If they haven't gone in there yet, defend those with your life. Find backup."

A whole string of orders, there.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Lobby, Azula, Mat, stairs, backup," Dinah shot back. "Got it. Stay safe."

[bitchprince]

"You too," he said, simply.

He was too busy here to deal with any of his own issues in that regard.