fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

"Tristan's smart. In his own way." Zero might have a bit of a thing for the cheek tattoos.

"Do you have a thing for guys with falcons? He's cute, but god, conditioner!" Parker shouts at the screen. "And no we don't need to know all their names. I think they're doing it like this because they think we're stupid, again."

At the Carriage of the Bishop

THE BISHOP: *is dead*

ARTHUR: Hey, Germanius, what up?

ROMAN COMMANDER: ‘Sup.

LANCELOT: Nice.

ASSISTANT PRIEST UNDER THE CARRIAGE: *cries*

"God, I love Clive Owen.So damn cool."

Hill of Character-Establishing Banter, Fortus Romanus

TRISTAN: I'm so glad to be back at our Roman fort, GALAHAD. Also, I have a hawk.

GAWAIN: You're so right, TRISTAN. It's going to be awesome being free.

DAGONET: You said it, GAWAIN!

LANCELOT: Man, I hope they keep their word, DAGONET.

ARTHUR: Why wouldn't they, LANCELOT?

LANCELOT: I dunno. Just a feeling I get, ARTHUR.

BORS: My cock is really big and I have twelve kids!

EVERYONE: . . .

LANCELOT: Eleven, Bors. You have eleven. And five of them are mine.

EVERYONE: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Roomus Arturius

ASSISTANT PRIEST: Wasn’t it nice of Arturius to give up his room?

BISHOP GERMANIUS: Well, except for the part where we would have taken it if he hadn’t, but sure, I guess it’s the thought that counts.

Germanius starts going through Arthur’s stuff and finds a clay medallion of some Roman guy.

BISHOP GERMANIUS: That heretic Pelagius! *smashes it*

ASSISTANT PRIEST: What was that about?

BISHOP GERMANIUS: Nothing, nothing, just a plot point.

"We really ought to ask Dr. Pierson about the Pelagius guy. Just in case he was real."

"Not hawks, no. An' it was pre-shampoo. Mmmm, Clive Owen." Zero tosses some popcorn in her mouth and says, "We should. Like good, dutiful students."

Hearing voices, Archie stops back into the common room to see what's going on, and freezes in his tracks. "Oh, holy God."

"What's wrong?"

Archie is staring at Lancelot on the screen. Just staring.

"Squall, Archie, it's not that bad."

"Oh, no, it's really quite pretty, actually."

Parker smirked. "Pull up a cushion, why don't you?"

"What? Oh." Zero grins at him. "Wanna watch with us? We've got popcorn."

"Oh . . . yes, thank you." His voice faint, Archie plops down rather bonelessly onto the floor, still staring at the television screen.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Zero asks, looking rather concerned. "You look like you saw a bleedin' ghost."

Parker peered around Vala. "Hey, Lieutenant. Want to watch a movie with us? We've got popcorn." She frowned. "What's wrong?"

Vala waves a hand up and down in front of Archie's face.

"Nope, I think he's a gonner," she grins.

Parker snickered and turned back to the TV. "Oo, look, anachronistic politics."

The Round Table

BISHOP GERMANIUS: Arturius, I am afraid your table is defective. Go find one that I can sit at the head of, plzkthnx.

ARTHUR: All men are born equal and free, and thus our table is round.

BISHOP GERMANIUS: You realize that no one's really going to give a shit about the concept of universal freedom for another twelve, thirteen hundred years, right?

ARTHUR: . . .

BISHOP GERMANIUS: Oh, P.S., you're not free after all. You have to do one more mission, on which you will probably die, to save this one kid the Pope really likes.

ARTHUR: Ewww.

BISHOP GERMANIUS: Not like that. That we know of. Have fun breaking the news to your men!

ARTHUR: So. Help. Me. God. If you break. Your word. THIS TIME. I WILL KILL YOU DEAD.

BISHOP GERMANIUS: You realize I totally have to break it now, right?

ARTHUR: SO DEAD.

BISHOP GERMANIUS: Okay, okay, I won't! I won't!

Stable of Faith

ARTHUR: Dear God, please get our asses out of this, but if you can't, kill me and let everyone else get the hell out of here. Amen.

LANCELOT: You suck and your Romans suck and your God sucks.

ARTHUR: Look, man, I just do what they tell me.

LANCELOT: Whatever. Clearly I'm going to die in battle, and I'm really hoping it's not going to be this one, but when I die, don't bury me on this stinking island. Burn me and cast my ashes to the wind.

ARTHUR: Awww, dude! Look what you went and did!

LANCELOT: What?

ARTHUR: Now you're totally going to have to die, so we can dispose of your body in that precise manner. It's like, a rule.

LANCELOT: DAMMIT.

"Now, is it just me, or are those two....?" Parker raises a significant eyebrow.

Sarmatio-Roman Courtyard of Boozing

BORS: Sing us a highly ironic song, Vanora!

VANORA:

Isn't it great that you get to go home,
Set free by those stingy bastards in Rome?
Over the hills and the mountains you'll go,
Except for the part where you won't get to, WOE.

ARTHUR: Uh . . . guys? We need to talk.

LANCELOT: Yeah, tell 'em, Arthur. Tell 'em how your Romans and your God suck.

Five Minutes Later

BORS: RAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

GAWAIN: Aww, man!

TRISTAN: Eh. Not like I had anything better to do.

BORS: *throws things*

ARTHUR: Look. Rome. Has asked us. To do one. More. Thing. Besides, it’s not like you can do anything without your freedom papers.

LANCELOT: We don’t fight for Rome! We fight for YOU!

ARTHUR: Then I’M asking you.

LANCELOT: *sulks*

GALAHAD: Whatever. I fight for you, and I’m in.

GAWAIN: *sulks*

GALAHAD: And so’s Gawain.

GAWAIN: HEY!

DAGONET: I’ll bring Bors when he’s done smashing crockery.

(Somewhere in the background: RAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *SMASH!*)

"I can't help but like Bors. I don't know why."

"Still say they should've knifed the guy and stolen their papers. 'So sorry, Woad attack, happens all the time.'"

"So, maybe I'll do my paper on the Wodes... or are they fake too?"

"I think they're real. But I don't think they were called Woads. Again." Parker grinned. "We should ask Dr. Pierson!"

"I think 'Woads' was sort of a catch-all term the Romans used for the native people, who painted themselves blue for battle. The blue stuff they used was woad, so. Yeah. Toward the end, there's Guinevere with woad. And skimpy leather."

"So then who are these guys?" she says, gesturing at the OMGSaxonHordes.

"Those are the Saxons! Remember, we talked about them in class?"

"If Lancelot is anything like Horatio . . ." mutters Archie, without realizing he's said it.

Vala raises an eyebrow and wonders if Jaye knows anything about this....

Parker raises an eyebrow right back, and remembers what Jack said about Archie's kissing.

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