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.]

[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... ]

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. ]

[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?

[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.

[signatures]

You two could have a picnic.

[dropkick]

[ Unaffected by the return-glare, Arthur only arches a brow. ] If they were ordinary cuffs it'd be a done deal. Unfortunately...

[ Goes without saying: nothing in this place is ordinary so they're pretty out of luck there. Still could the powers that be not have at least gone it the regular-irregular route? Normally he sees people cuffed to each other, not to each other around a lamppost.

He's about to say one thing when he hears Merlin's reply and something Ariadne told him a while ago resurfaces. Almost, he smiles. ]

Oh it's that lamppost?

[ Said to the tune of: so this is YOUR fault...mildly smug about it for no good reason... ]

[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 ]

[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. ]

[dropkick]

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

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

Voice

[dropkick]

It's not as funny as it looks.

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

[signatures]

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

1/2

[dropkick]

No.

[dropkick]

Maybe an ax.

[ No lock to pick okay but has anyone tried a more viking method? :( he assumes so. but that won't stop him from trying to get someone else to anyway. ]

[signatures]

I'm not taking an axe to a magic item that might knock it back into my face or one of your hands.

Unless it's like one of those horror films where the entire point is to force you two to decide whose hand goes first.

[dropkick]

I do like having both hands.

[ Thoughtful pause and thoughtful in Arthur's case tends to be either good or bad; middle ground is a tough area in cases involving lampposts handcuffs and two Arthurs.

Here's the sound of the cuffs being tugged at again and some inarticulate grumbling. So far he's got the better end of the deal though. Other Arthur doesn't have his shirt, though neither of them have shoes. ]

[signatures]

They're relatively important, hands.

[ Eames squints a bit at the feed, turning the device this way and that. ]

Well, if you're going to be stuck there all day, best make the most of it. [ AKA Eames better make the most out of your unfortunate situation!! ] Care for some chairs and the drinks with the little umbrellas in them?

[dropkick]

So I've heard.

[ It's basically feet. Ankles. The cuff hems of pajama pants.

Arthur tries to turn it with his foot but then it's just a straight-up view of the sky. Right. ]

Chairs. Or shoes. Not thirsty though.

[ And won't be. Somehow. All day. ... ]

[signatures]

I'll manage something.

You'll be thirsty later. Or your friend will be, anyway.

[dropkick]

[ ON HIS END , squinting at other Arthur. ]

Yeah probably.

I still say you should bring in axe. Or a chainsaw. Something.

[signatures]

[ There's a bit of a pause between replies as Eames either debates this or leaves to go get dressed / distracted by all the stupid animals in the house / w/e. ]

Handsaw, then.

[dropkick]

Whatever works.

[ OR ALTERNATELY MORE LIKELY doesn't. He knows this. But to not try anything is out of his scope. Even if him trying means him ordering someone else to try while he's otherwise...er...handicapped. So to speak.

Pause. ]

Bring an extra shirt too. If you haven't left.

[ He knows Arthur already requested one from someone else but better to have too many than too little and Arthur doesn't have anything outright against Arthur to go so far as watching him burn all over his top half. His shirt might be a tighter fit on the blond but t-shirts are generous, cotton especially so. Better than nothing. ]