Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[bitchprince]

Seven days of imprisonment on the island, and the oddness had started to fade, not to blankness, but to some strange background patchwork of dangerous madness. Arthur found that he was starting to get bored along with his unceasing concern, and that was downright intolerable.

He'd heard there was some sort of preserve, and he'd have to take Merlin hunting in it. That wasn't an option at the moment, as the boy had left for other business after his morning visit, and what Arthur was left with was the option of a walk, or the common room.

He took a seat as far away from the Tee Vee as he could, close to the nearest potential weapon.

Alright.

"Well," he said.

Perhaps the walk would have been a more sensible, useful choice.

[[ open common room! ]]

Comments

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you hear about his exploits all the time on radio." Said the person who's had sex with two different people this week alone. "But, as you said, it's easy enough to avoid. There's plenty of good guys here."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Radio?" Dinah's eyebrows went up. "He has a radio show here on the island?" Wow. That took hutzpah.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Well, it isn't really his but there is a radio station on the island. There's a nightly broadcast that pretty much tells what everyone's been up to during the day," he said. "I bet you've already been mentioned."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stared at him in horror. "No. Way."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck smiled. "It's true. This conversation is probably being written about right now."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Oh, that really helped. "Omigod. I -- wait." She got a grip on herself, and laughed. "You're messing with me. How would anyone know what we're talking about?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck sighed and shook his head. He knew this was going to sound crazy. "There's squirrels. Squirrels who write down everything we do."

"...I'm not crazy," he added. Just to be safe.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had been waiting for some kind of surveillance to be mentioned, but this was just... yeah.

"Squirrels." She looked around. Looked up. Looked over at the window. Looked at her cat, who looked back.

"Chuck? You know I'm not crazy either, right?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I've noticed that, yeah," Chuck said with a nod. "Seriously, I thought the squirrel thing was weird too but, trust me, they exist. Just listen to the radio tonight."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

At least this one would be easy to disprove. "You're on. What channel should I tune my iPod to?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck told her the channel and was confident that the whole squirrel thing would be mentioned. At least it better be mentioned. He didn't want to be known as the crazy person.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"If you're messing with me, I'll come next door to hit you with a pillow," Dinah threatened, smiling. "But I'll be listening tonight. Count on it."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"You'll see," he said in a sing-song voice. "But you can come over and hit me with a pillow either way."