Ic þé geháta, searubunden. (myrddinofalbion) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-08 01:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ice, {merlin emrys |
Characters: Merlin & OPEN
When: Monday night
Location: Observation Car
Warnings/Rating: None really.
Summary: Merlin has arrived and would like to know how.
Status: Ongoing
Camelot was safe. Arthur had his confidence back where it belonged (even if that meant he was grating, rude, obnoxious and something of a prat once more) and Gwen was home. Her Majesty, Merlin mentally corrected himself with a smile and a bit of puffed chest. Momentarily, anyhow. Coronation for a queen; well, it was worth the stuffy robes and the high collar that made him want to fidget. Everything was once more as it should be and Camelot was on the way to becoming the kingdom of Albion that it should--one where a maid could be queen gave hope that their king was forward-thinking and not stuck in the ways of old. There was hope.
As Merlin allowed himself one more bout of the wiggles and a pull of his collar, he prepared to enter the castle's throne room, to join the audience gathered for the joyous occasion. There was hope for the future and for himself. Maid to majesty one day, perhaps servant to adviser the next. There was--
Not the throne room. He did a double take, turning to look behind him, a triple take to look down at the place where his hand met door (odd, that wasn't the heavy wooden door of Camelot) and then he noticed the rocking motion of the room in which he stood. Was this a ship? No. A look through the windows told him he was on land despite the scent of briny air. What was this place? Where was this place? How was it? Merlin didn't move. He didn't even blink. If this was magic, it was of a sort he didn't know and couldn't feel. And his high collar still made him want to squirm. "This...isn't good."