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[futurarex]

[Arthur Pendragon, prince of Camelot, is wearing a very wrinkled version of his usual shirt, and someone has done up the laces crookedly.

actually, he looks a general mess. he's clearly made the effort to appear slightly presentable--his hair has been recently smoothed down with some water, though not as flat as it usually might lay--but his shirt looks like it was trampled beneath a horse's hooves and the room that he's in is a little hazy with smoke from some old fire. or hopefully it wasn't an actual fire, because it was meant to be dinner.

but he's here to make an official announcement, and so he's composed himself as best as he can--all slightly rumpled clothing and bad hair and smudges on his face aside--and he stares grimly into the camera. this is a dare to anyone to comment, to make any smart remark.]

I must speak with the witch Morgana. She can deliver herself, but I do not expect her to come when she is called upon. If there is any of this city that knows her location, send word to me, and you will be rewarded.

[he's not learned how to send messages privately, so here it is, curt clipped, and that might be all there is to it, but then he glances away, his face tightening into a small glare.]

I would speak, too, with anyone that can be counted honest enough to make a delivery. Your reward will be a smaller sum, but your service will be counted valuable.

[without Merlin, what choice does he have? the smoke seems somewhat thicker in the room now, and it's a good thing you can't smell over the devices, because it would smell strongly of burnt food now. Arthur spares the air an irritated glance and now, finally, he reaches to flip off the video before this gets any worse.]



[[ any roommates, feel free to notice the smoke/horrible smells/et cetera! ]]

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[futurarex]

[he tries to have little enough to do with the others that live here--which was easier when Merlin was about. since he has lost Merlin, it is difficult to be occupied elsewhere, and so he has reckoned on seeing the others at some point, but this--

this is unexpected. he whirls around, and drops his device on the floor--]

There's no fire!

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[maddeninghatter]

[ He covers his nose with one over-long sleeve and waves vigorously with the other, trying to clear the air. ]

There's smoke! Open the window!

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[futurarex]

[...oh. is that what you do to get rid of smoke? it makes a vague sort of sense, and he takes a half-step toward the window--and then stops himself with a scowl, because being told what to do is not high on his list of things that he enjoys.]

Open it yourself if you're that bothered!

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[maddeninghatter]

From your apparent lack of concern, I take it that the smoke is your doing, likely some ill-advised culinary attempt, by the smell of things--

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[maddeninghatter]

[ ...actually, he doesn't say any of the above. What he really says is: ]

COUGH!

[ This roommate of his is dumb. But, then again, so are his lungs. Goddamnit. Where's that window? ]

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[futurarex]

[the smoke is equally irritating to him, but he swallows his cough, for the sake of his pride, and watches, unimpressed.]

All right?

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[maddeninghatter]

[ He paced out the room on the first day, so at least he can find the window. His fingers glide along the casement until he finds the latch. There. He inhales, sharply. The outside air doesn't precisely qualify as fresh, though it contains far less smoke.

When he turns back towards Arthur, he's all smiles. ]

There, you see? It's quite simple, this window opening. Anyone can do iiiiit, even you~♥

[ He is speaking in that sort of bouncy encouraging voice one uses on toddlers. ]

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[futurarex]

[yes well what that voice really says is Arthur is dealing with a simpleton. he studies this roommate of his, unimpressed.]

Yes. I'm very impressed. Perhaps we should name you the designated opener of windows, and you can go around opening windows whenever they need to be opened.