Room 303, During The Fire Drill, Late Night Wednesday/Early Morning Thursday

[bitchprince]

There was noise. And an awful lot of it.

Of course, 'round here, there was always noise. Arthur sat up and squinted. "What," he muttered, "In the name of God?!"

He looked to his roommate for answers. There were none.

He fell back into the bed, shoving the pillow over his head. Bloody racket.

"All right, then."

[[ open for the roomie or anyone who for some godforsaken reason might want to stop by at this time of night ]]

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[future_sandworm]

There was noise, yes. Leto had registered it, but he didn't particularly want to deal with it.

"Some kind of alarm?" he mumbled into his pillow.

[bitchprince]

"I don't hear guards," Arthur said, sitting up in some alarm of his own.

[future_sandworm]

"I'll let someone else deal with it," Leto replied, turning in his bed.

[bitchprince]

Arthur, however, had slipped out of bed to pace his way down to the window, pulling open the curtains enough to have a look. "If this is an attack, we'll have to see if we can help," he said, but he didn't see anything.

[future_sandworm]

With a yawn, Leto pushed himself out of bed too and joined Arthur by the window. "If they are using explosives there isn't much we can do without proper intelligence."

[bitchprince]

"Right now, intelligence amounts to I don't see anything," Arthur muttered, sounding like equal parts stoic worry, irritation, and drowsiness. "No arrows, no sign of ships... Ah."

He spotted the mass of people downstairs on the lawn. Familiar people.

[future_sandworm]

"There is a gathering of students," Leto commented. "What are they doing? They'd be slaughtered."

[bitchprince]

"If we were under attack," Arthur agreed, and some muscles that had pulled taut with readiness relaxed. "Yes. Which means they've all either found themselves with some strange and mystifying mental illness, or we aren't under attack."

[future_sandworm]

"Then is this a joke of some kind?" He crossed his arms, displeased.

[bitchprince]

"If they were planning some kind of gathering, I can't think of a better time," Arthur said, dryly.

[future_sandworm]

"Another kind of holiday, perhaps? Make a lot of noise to wake people up and force them to gather out of doors in the middle of the night." Well, people here had odd customs.

[bitchprince]

"Be right up their alley," Arthur muttered. His own arms had wound up crossed somewhere in the middle of all this. "I think we won't find out unless we go down there and ask them."

[future_sandworm]

"Do you feel tempted?" Leto kind of hoped he would be, as it would save him the trouble.

[bitchprince]

Arthur shot him an amused look. "I'll take a look," he said, "You'll be needing your beauty sleep."

If he was going to slog outside at this time, he felt he had at least earned the right to mock out of the deal.

[future_sandworm]

It was far too late for Leto to take much mocking. "I didn't say I would let you go alone." Well, he hadn't!

[bitchprince]

Had he just actually managed to get a rise out of Leto?

Arthur barely repressed a snicker with a good impression of a stoic face, and turned. "No one's stopping you," he said. "If we're in luck, we might even run into something dangerous on the way."

[future_sandworm]

Aware that he should perhaps have been able to control himself better, Leto followed Arthur out of the room, doing his best not to look sulky.