Franklin Delano Roosevelt Campfire, Monday Evening

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There was a proper firepit! Of course this meant Merlin was outdoors, getting the fire going. Yes, even doing it the normal way.

Because he was simply far too excited for things that made sense again! If only a little bit.

Not that he wasn't fond of indoor plumbing, of course...

"Come on then," Merlin grumbled, blowing on the tiny, tiny embers he'd somehow--against all odds--had encouraged to spark to life.


[[Open like a campfire!]]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Either you're the best actor I have ever seen" -- which, given how much acting Jack did, was saying something -- "or you and your friends just happen to share an awful lot of names with people in a book I read as a boy."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"We're not them!" Merlin said quickly. "It's just... an odd coincidence."

[bitten_notshy]

"Very odd," Jack said, but rocked back on his heels. Sebastien always swore there wasn't a word of truth in Malory to begin with, and, as Sebastien was a thousand years old, Jack assumed he would know. So maybe a coincidence was all it was.

"I suppose," he added, by way of making friends, "it's a bit irritating to have people like me tell you about such myths."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Merlin sighed. "It's all a bit... much. I certainly am not some old man. And id Arthur is daft enough to try to pull a bloody sword from a stone, he deserves the sore muscles that go with it."

[bitten_notshy]

"And apparently Gwen is not Arthur's wife, to go by your reaction," Jack noted.

[OOC: Crashing hard, night!]

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Who would marry Arthur?"