Woods Outside the Citadel, Camelot, Wednesday Morning

[bitchprince]

The phones were working. That warranted a trip out into the woods, under the pretense of going out for a ride with the Lady Morgana, to see how well their connection held up in Camelot. Contact some friends.

Arthur was wary; he'd clipped his Blackberry back to his hip where it used to be shortly after they entered the woods, but he hadn't actually stopped until they were far enough in that he could be sure no errant hunting party would run into him.

He slid off the horse, found a good place to stand, and rang.

[[ open for anyone who'd like to contact any of the three Camelot kids. Whether you'd call them, or you think they'd call you! ]]

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Re: Call! - Arthur

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Arthur be less delusional? That would be a terrifying concept.

"Yeah, I was gonna suggest a plaque saying 'Arthur Pendragon didn't shop here,' but it slipped my mind before we left," Katchoo told him. "Brass, and engraved. Aw, damn."

Re: Call! - Arthur

[bitchprince]

"It might have improved the place."

Re: Call! - Arthur

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"There's still time when I get back," Katchoo noted. "Hell, maybe I'll put your portrait up over the counter."

She . . . actually might, at that. In a smartass sort of way, but still.

Re: Call! - Arthur

[bitchprince]

"I wouldn't say no to a tribute," said Arthur, and if he had a little irony in him about the thing, it wasn't all that obvious. "If you feel thusly inclined."

Re: Call! - Arthur

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"We'll see," Katchoo drawled. "If I get bored when I get back to Fandom, maybe."

Re: Call! - Arthur

[bitchprince]

"And you know you will," Arthur continued, "See it as my part in keeping the next batch of students safe."