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[holeysaintgeorge]

  Oh, bugger me.

[Hello, network. That little statement is followed by a serious case of shaky cam as the comm is literally shaken a bit at various angles. You know. Just in case this is a defective portkey in disguise or something.]

Heard rumors about a hidden swimming pool in the dungeons- bunch of bunk that was- but I’d have sworn on Merlin’s double-cursed split-ends we’d found every hidden nook in the school. Now- now I find a...what? A time door? A space portal? The bleeding future? And not even proper magic to it. No way. Stumbling in on strange, impossible places is more the terrific trio’s area.

[The camera goes blurry again as George tosses the camera in the air and catches it with a disbelieving exhale of breath. The door to his new room is momentarily visible in the blur. Looks like he's at least managed to make it that far.

When he talks again his voice is softer.]

Blimey. S’no fun exploring alone. 

[[ooc: George is about to head into the door to his room while he chats. If either of his roommates or anyone else outside the living area want to jump in with action, that is super cool with me]]

Comments

[constantsarcasm]

I'd be more worried about, you know, infections and bacteria and all that than mythical creatures-- although they're probably not for you, are they? Mermaids, common as anything, right?

[holeysaintgeorge]

[what is bacteria. wizard medicine needs no bacteria.]

I shouldn't be overly concerned about those details. They tend to see to themselves, eh?

Though I fancy the better question would be what would you do with a hidden swimming pool?

[constantsarcasm]

Find out why someone had hidden it, and whether they were going to try and kill me for using it.

[holeysaintgeorge]

Blokes try that often with you, then? The killing bit?

[constantsarcasm]

More often than you'd think. Sad, really, but that's just my lot in life. I'm doomed to deal with awful people who somehow, despite my charms, want to kill me.

[holeysaintgeorge]

The mark of greatness, my good man. Astonishing as it may be, I've weathered the occasional assassination attempt myself.

[Oh so casually, running one hand along the damaged ear.]

[constantsarcasm]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Want to tell the story?

[holeysaintgeorge]

Some other time, perhaps. If you've a tale of death and adventure to start with, I'm nearly all ears, however.

[Nearly. Because he's missing part get it. Oh, he kills himself.]