008 ♛ accidental video | backdated to morning

[pratful]

[ The device clatters to the ground and gives an upshot of...a lamppost. And two sets of feet, though the angle it stops at settles on cuffed hands instead. Two sets of those too. ]

This's ridiculous. How...

That's what I'd like to know. I was sound asleep in bed a moment ago! [ Arthur tugged on the handcuffs, incredibly put out by the whole ordeal. He hadn't gotten nearly enough beauty rest for this. ]

[ A frustrated sigh. Those two sets of hands are one-to-the-other cuffed with the lamppost as the centerpiece. Jokes will not be appreciated. ]

This better be a one-day deal.

[ Arthur's head comes up at that. ] You mean I'm stuck with you a whole day? [ he groans and leans his head against the lamp post, his one and only friend. He really, really hated the City sometimes. ]

((ooc: BBC Merlin's Arthur is in blue and Inception Arthur is in standard issue black because of his suits. Also, Haku is visiting a friend so replies will be coming later tonight! ))

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Voice

[livingmyths]

[Giggling.]



[No video because of Nekkid Rain-ness.]

Voice

[pratful]

[ for which Arthur's is completely grateful for. It's bad enough he's shirtless in this whole mess. ]

Rain! I don't suppose you could fetch me a shirt could you? And a pair of shoes. [ the pavement was starting to get uncomfortably warm. ]

Re: Voice

[livingmyths]

Oh gosh, sure, yes.

Oh... wait.

I have no clothes on. They won't stay on me at all.

It's a curse.

I... could still come, but I don't think people would be very happy.

Voice

[pratful]

They won't...

[ Huh? ]

Are you sure you're not dreaming again? [ Maybe Arthur was dreaming. That would be the single best thing he's heard since coming to the City. He'd even hug Merlin for it. ]

Voice

[dropkick]

It's not as funny as it looks.

[ Which on second thought he supposes isn't much better...fuu ]

Re: Voice

[livingmyths]

Well, it looks pretty funny. Poor Arthur.

[Not you, Arthur, sorry. Other Arthur.]

Voice

[dropkick]

Poor Arthur. [ He repeats tonelessly. ] Right.

Anyway I wouldn't bother with the shirt. Someone's bringing a sheet which's probably the best he'll get. Unless he can magically get his shirt on like this.

[dropkick]

[ They're about an hour into it by the time the post goes network, and really the sun on the horizon is a little far away for Arthur's taste. He tugs at the cuffs again - no doubt having done it enough already that there's going to be marks on the wrists of both parties involved. It's more an action of resigned annoyance though than actually trying to get anything out of it. There isn't even a lock on it to pick, so out goes practicality. Dark eyes narrow at blue ones, supposing Arthur is looking in his direction. ]

Feeling's mutual. [ Who's stuck with who now? Really. He scowls.

Wait until he realizes this is the same lamppost Arthur kissed. That'll brighten up his day at least....

Which will be nice mixed in with the inevitable sunburn once daylight hits. Among other things. At least he has pajamas. Small blessings. ]

[pratful]

[ And Arthur is decidedly without his shirt. Pray tell who should be pitying who? ]

Why am I stuck with you anyway? [ Even though he's asked it three times already, he needs the reminder. ]

[dropkick]

[ This time he rolls his eyes. There's a practiced art to it, which is in reality just the result of doing it so much he bears a striking resemblance to a machine going out of order. ]

Gonna let you figure it out on your own this time.

[ Tone implies: since my last three answers weren't apparently acceptable 8| as he's asking again... ]

[pratful]

[ Arthur glares ] And like you have any better ideas to get out of this mess? [ he tugs on the cuffs himself although without to much strength. He's already feeling the bruises. ]

Where's Merlin when you need him... [ he look around, in vain, at the street in front of them. They've already been the recipient of more then one strange look as people began to head for work. How humiliating. ]

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Jokes will of course not be appreciated. Which means, of course Merlin will make them.

He doesn't respond until after he's laughed for a while, because he intends to do this with a straight face for as long as he can.]

The lamppost again, Arthur? Really?

[Video]

[dropkick]

[ Considering it'd be too much effort to crouch in tandem to knock the device into a less severe angle and his attempt with his foot only turned it more on its side, the view Merlin gets is of shoes and ankles if anything, the edges of pajama pants etc. ]

Apparently.

[ /ANSWERS FOR HIM....they're both named Arthur so he feels it's even less out of bounds than normal ]

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Apparently.

[Squinting.]

Do I know you?

[Video]

[dropkick]

[ ALL THE SQUINTING, ALL THE TIME...though here his brow more quirks than anything else, a dry expression still evident. ]

Not personally. Same name though.

Us [ he nods towards the other Arthur ] I mean.

[Video]

[pratful]

Just shut up, Merlin. [ and bring him some breakfast ]

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Raises eyebrows.]

Touchy.

[And then, so very chipper:]

On my way, sire!

[Video]

[pratful]

[ his feet are getting all scratched up on the pavement though :( ]

Just... wait a moment! I need my boots, a shirt -- anything you think can fit over these manacles, a cloak, and whatever else might be useful. It doesn't look as though I'll be going anywhere today. [ he should probably call work and let them know too but... how humiliating. ]

[zipperbent]

[DOOT DOOT DOOT WALKING ON BY WHEN-

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

BACK. TRACK.]

Hello there, my fine fellows. That's a nice pole you've got.

[dropkick]

[ B( BOLIN!11111

Ahem. But no really. Arthur's face does a hyper-condensed obstacle course of really??? and oh I think he's serious and wait really and wait I've talked to you before hm and -_-. ]

It kidnapped us. I'm pressing charges.

[ Deadpan deadpan flat flat but somehow the idea amuses him; maybe it's because here maybe such a thing would be possible. Not that he'd actually put in the effort...

Absently he gives them an experimental tug - something he'll be doing all day probably, at the expense of both Arthurs' wrists but you know. ]

[zipperbent]

[REST ASSURED, BRO, HE IS QUITE SERIOUS. And also trying very hard to maintain his poker face while the non-Snootypants Arthur jiggles at the handcuffs. This is indeed a daunting task.]

I'm trying to think of a plausible way for the pole to uproot itself and chase you both down, but I must admit I'm not having a lot of luck.

[dropkick]

[ Arthur's impulse is to tell him to try harder but then he thinks better of it. There's something contagiously (bizarrely) affable about this person. W e i r d. Or captivity has just made Arthur less persnickety before he becomes utterly unbearable - calm before the storm and all that. ]

Stick around long enough. You'll witness even weirder.

[ Not to say stick around right now but in general. It's not really a lie, that part, though the implication about the lamppost certainly is. ]

[signatures]

You two could have a picnic.

[dropkick]

Picnics usually involve food and checkered blankets and a cheerful disposition.

[ THREE STRIKES. No picnic. Go find an ax or something. ]

[signatures]

I'd be more than willing to supplement what you two are lacking.