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! ]]

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[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"There's no brooding allowed in this room," Hannibal said after appearing in the doorway.

[bitchprince]

"You have my word," Arthur said, "That if I felt even the slightest inclination to brood, I'd find a window or a dank, rat-infested corner." He barely looked up, but the glimpse was enough to get the quickest impression, and the beginnings of a size-up.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Chuck knew this kids name. Just give him a second. It was coming to him.

"Arthur," There we go. "If you're looking to sit with your thoughts as your only company then you're in the wrong room."

[bitchprince]

"I was, in fact, looking for something to do." Chuck, was it? Yes. Chuck. "Chuck," Arthur produced.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Rat infested?" Hannibal made a face. "You're a brave guy, ain't you? Unless you're friends with the rats. Rat whisperer?"

[bitchprince]

"Hardly," Arthur spoke, sitting back now that he was certain that this one wasn't a threat. "And so far, the castle seems to be considerably rat-free."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Oh good, they both knew each other's names.

"This town isn't exactly known for it's thrilling night life," he said, sitting himself down in an armchair. "You're stuck with the TV until the island decides to throw something at you."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"You're out of bed awfully early," Hannibal observed with a smirk.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I'd consider that a win," he said, wandering inside. "No one wants to be asleep and have a freaking rat's tail against their leg. Talk about a rude awakening."

[bitchprince]

"I think the 'Tee Vee' can tend to itself for now." Or forever, if Arthur had anything to say about it. "Would the island have a habit of throwing things?" Not that he wanted any part of it now, but if his boredom reached astronomical levels to match how antsy he felt, well, he might consider looking forward to it.

[bitchprince]

"You're telling me," Arthur muttered, "Not to mention all the holes in your clothing." His poor boots. He still mourned them.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Well there was no one in there to keep me company," he said. "I got bored."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I've managed to avoid those," he said thankfully. "Guessing you're a new kid, aren't you? That, or I've just missed you. Which is just a shame."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Aw, now that is a bummer," he said and snapped in sympathy. "So, you ventured out and found yourself some company. How brave."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It happens fairly often," Chuck said. "Usually when it's least expected and at the worst possible moment."

[bitchprince]

"Yes," Arthur said, with a sigh, "I'm a new 'kid'. Arthur," he nodded at Hannibal, "Of Camelot."

[bitchprince]

"No change from home there, then," he said, turning his head towards Chuck. "You suffer monsters?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it? I should receive a medal or something," he said. He was kind of being serious about that. "What are you doing up this early?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Hannibal...of America," he said and offered a hand. "Good to meet you Arthur of Camelot. I don't believe I know any Arthurs of Camelot."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Me specifically?" Chuck asked, putting a hand on his chest. "No. But I've heard stuff about trolls and stuff attacking here before. Worst I've had was some poor kid randomly trying to pick a fight with me."

Oh, Dan Humphrey. You suck.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"I was hungry," he answered with a shrug. "And sleeping all day didn't really hold that much merit when I could be doing other things, you know?"

[bitchprince]

He considered Hannibal's hand for a moment, but the man had seemed amiable enough. Arthur took it, and shook. "That might be in some way related to this entire 'being new' thing," he said, "Although clearly, that's a guess at best." Arthur was getting better about this whole 'people not knowing who he was' issue, as well.

[bitchprince]

"Well, did you fight him?" Arthur asked, because really, spectacular duel stories might give him something to do.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"You seem a little pissed at being new," Hannibal said, amused. "It goes away after a few weeks, you know. No need to hold a grudge."

[bitchprince]

"So far, you haven't said anything worth grudges." He was just... worried. Let it never be said Arthur Pendragon took anything out on other people. "But you may have met my manservant. Merlin." Just making sure how much of a trail of destruction he'd already left.