Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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No power meant no TV and no Darkest Night tonight, which was a shame, since this week's episode had a whole lot of Lee Nicholas. Tony was in the common room anyway, looking for entertainment. The candles had enough light to read by, but he wasn't that bored yet.

He ended up looking in the kitchen cabinets for snack food. Popcorn sounded good, but he was pretty sure if he tried to pop it over the fire, the paper bag would just burn up.

Marshmallows! There was a bag of them on one of the lower shelves. Tony found a long knife to use as a stick and settled down by the fire to roast marshmallows. He was bundled in his winter coat and scarf. Sure, he was Canadian and used to the cold but that didn't mean he liked it.


[Open! With marshmallows!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine nodded, mouth still closed in meep-generating formation. "Uh-huh," she said finally. Then, because possibly he needed assuring, "I was...not planning on that." Among many other things.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin gave her another confused look before, "Oh. Oh!" He could get these things sometimes! "Forget I said anything then," he added quickly. "I should go make sure Arthur hasn't shot himself with his crossbow after too much of the squirrel rum."

Not to long ago, that would have been gibberish.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Okay," Francine said, nodding slowly and thinking the rubber tips might be something to bring up again. "...Am I forgetting about the date or just about the chains?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...whichever caused the squeaking?" Merlin suggested, really beginning to wish there was some sort of spell for being invisible now.

He'd have to look into that.

[thatsamilkshake]

"That was just the --" Francine realized if she said it again, there would actually be more squeaking. And she'd have to find out if her face could go beyond red to... plaid, or something. "The second part."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I got an odd message about it!" Merlin blurted out.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It wasn't me!" At some point even Francine had to break under the weight of ridiculousness, and blurt out a couple of hysterical laughs. "Welcome to Fandom High 101: Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Your Fellow Students' Personal Lives."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's that common?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not the phone thing." Francine shook her head. "But there's always something. Nosy squirrels or people getting bit by gremlins, or the whole island goes crazy for a weekend..." Best not to dwell on that one.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin looked more than mildly concerned by all that. "It gets worse?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Sometimes." That weekend it was best not to dwell on was much worse than this. "Mostly it just finds new ways of being weird."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Like the messages," Merlin said under his breath.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, who hadn't been around for any previous voicemail SNAFUs, nodded. "On the weird scale it's about a four. Way better than the time the Vice Principal tried to take over the island, not as fun as turning into a pony."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...the odd man in pajamas tried to take over the island?" He was pretending not to hear the pony bit.

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, the one before him. He was some kind of Greek god." Her face scrunched up at the picture that invited into her head. "Not the GQ cover-model kind - he had, like, blue fire on his head."

Because Merlin would totes know what a GQ cover-model was.