Camelot Citadel, Saturday Night into Sunday

[bitchprince]

Camelot stood peaceful as it sometimes did: no sorcerers had been burned in about a forthnight, there were no bandits getting particularly close to the city proper, and there were no real problems with the food or water.

Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.

In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.

Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.

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Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo chucked a thumb vaguely in the direction of the stables. "Been there, done that, in the wrong century to get the t-shirt. Whaddya think, I accidentally ended up all the way out here to rub elbows with complete strangers?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"God only knows what you do in your spare time," Arthur said. He was definitely being uncharitable now. He yanked his tabard over his head without much fanfare. "Merlin should've been here to remove my armor," he muttered, even though he hadn't exactly told Merlin when he'd be done.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Good thing she was used to it. "Well, you usually tell me to keep the details to myself," Katchoo pointed out, neutrally. (Or as neutrally as one could deliver a rejoinder like that.) "Don't think I've seen him today . . ."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Useless," he grunted. "You'll have to do. Get my vambrace, will you?"

He gestured at the piece of metal around his neck. "Though I'll pretend to be interested and ask what you've been up to."

Being in Camelot, especially during times like these... made him less congenial than in Fandom.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" To her credit, Katchoo kept the exclamation well below her top volume, though the look she shot him -- while fumbling with the vambrace, yes, in an entirely clueless manner that might make the lack of Merlin even more keenly felt -- was at full force.

No, Katchoo, don't think of throttling him with it.

"Trying to lay low, mostly," she admitted. "There's culture shock, then there's this, and Fandom's a lot more, ah, forgiving that way."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Ah, yes," Arthur said. A bit uncomfortably, to his credit. "I had not intended to place you in any danger, I hope you do know that."

She did fumble. He was trying not to yell at her for it.

Trying very hard.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Relax, Pendragon." Gah. Stupid fingers. Stupid unfamiliar equipment. "If I blamed you for it, you'd know by now, but some schmuck at Portalocity's gonna get three new holes ripped for 'em later."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

And in any circumstance, he would have laughed - at the image, if nothing else. "Right," he said, instead. "I might like to help you with that."

... It was probably best not to point him at any more opponents right now.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"So there you go," Katchoo answered; she thought she had the damn vambrace-thing undone now. No, wait -- oh, yep, there it was. "We can be productive and pissed off at the same time."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur winced a little. "My God, you're slower than a snail," he bitched. (If you thought he'd listen to the 'I've never done this before' argument... ahahaha ask Merlin) He tilted his head and pulled at his collar, somewhat grateful for the new range of movement. "And who ever said I was 'pissed off'?"

Arthur, stop trying to mimic Katchoo's accent. We've been there.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It only ends in tears. Tears.

"My ears do," Katchoo answered smoothly, "after all that frikkin' clanging and yelling. Either that, or you're doing a damn good impression."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"I am absolutely fine," he retorted.

Loudly.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo raised an eyebrow. Pointedly.

"Sorry, could you say that again? Couldn't hear over this sudden loud ringing in my ears."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"...Shut up, Katchoo."

He scowled at her. It made him look a little constipated.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And them in a time long before Ex-Lax. It made that joke a lot less of an option.

"Aw, gee, but yelling at the stable boys isn't nearly as satisfying, Your Highness."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur groaned. It was the practiced no Merlin I don't want to talk about my feelings groan he'd perfected over the past two years. "You are absolutely hell-bent on stealing Morgana's 'most frustrating woman alive' title, aren't you?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Nah, just interested in keeping pace." Katchoo gave him a far too toothy smile. "Since, y'know, she's the one who's here all the time to drive you insane."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Lovely," he growled, and began to stalk towards the Citadel, clearly simply expecting her to follow. That's how people worked around here, after all. "Any other such insights?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Not being in a mood to get lost, Katchoo did follow, wishing she could get away with a less expectedly-ladylike gait. "Not at the moment. You want me to share 'em when they occur to me?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"I would actually prefer it if you didn't," Arthur grumbled. She never shut up, did she? Good god, between her and Merlin, he was doomed.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Only in the best way ever, Arthur. Just be glad Katchoo didn't have Francine's propensity for hugs.

"You're no fun, Pendragon," she intoned, heaving a disturbingly wistful mock sigh.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"I'm not here to serve as your entertainment," he said, crabbily. "Or anyone's."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Remind me to refile you in my mental Rolodex then." Spoken in the tone of I say this, but it's never going to happen. Yes. "Since it's either pester the hell out of you or try and get you to talk, and it'd be easier to -- to -- tow a frikkin' haycart with my teeth."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[bitchprince]

"Talk about what," Arthur said. Flat, this time. "Neither option has any point to it, does it?"

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Had Katchoo been anyone else -- which is to say someone with a modicum of optimism -- she'd have argued the point. "No, obviously not," she muttered, though she couldn't keep it from being at least a little acerbic. "And bad things happen when we go out drinking."