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"Do you know when to shut up?" Arthur laid on his back on the bed as he tried to rest. Indiana had found him rising from the lake the night prior and took him home. Pendragon had been fairly confused by cars, television, thicker clothes and the like. So he was exhausted from overstimulation. "I'm trying to sleep and you keep waking me up. You breathe hard too."

Indy blinked at the king laying in Indy's bed from his position on the nearby couch. The last thing he'd expected with this particular research stint was to find the actual King Arthur apparently deciding it was time to return to the world. It wasn't Indy's fault he had questions. Arthur probably should consider himself lucky to come across someone who knew enough languages that they could manage some semblance of decent communication between the two of them, especially when it came to the differences in worlds 1500 years apart.

"You've been sleeping for almost two millenia. I would have thought sleep would be the last thing on your mind," he shot back. "I'll try to be quieter in my existence."

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"Henry?" Arthur asked as he stepped back into the log cabin. He was wondering how Merlin set this get together up. "My name is Arthur Pendragon. The Arthur Pendragon. Has Merlin told you how or do I need to close in the gaps?"

   Henry had been wondering if he had somehow stepped into the Twilight Zone or maybe an episode of Doctor Who. If meeting Merlin had been a shock, meeting an ancient ancestor had been even more so of one. "Er ... I think so. You're my great-great-great-times many great grandfather, correct?" It was unusual, how alike they looked. One might think the firstborn of his family would look more like the old king. But that was not the case here. "I take it that you were told about me too, then?"

@oncerebrn "Welcome to the Tidey Tippsy." Lowell greeted before Gloria his boss came shooting out of her office. "Tracey, you were supposed to tell me when we get celebrities in. I look like shit." He flushed. The man with two others looked normal enough. Then again he had been out of the political scene for a year now. "Crikes, Glor. Really? You know my background, come on. ... Can I get you anything?" Lowell said turning his attention back to Alex.

"I can assure you, you look LOVELY." Alex says says with one of his charming smiles that he'd been hoping to not have to use tonight, but then again, it's rarely something he can keep turned off whenever he's out in public. Settling down at the bar, he looks up and over the drink menu written there. "Your background as in 'not obsessively well read about the political scene'?" He asks instead, "I'll have a scotch. On the rocks. Unless you have something you can recommend that I can only get in THIS very bar and that I have to try."

@magikborn (arthur) — frodo starter call / accepting!

        "...I don’t like the look of this place."

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"When where you going to tell me I had a son and he sired an entire line that is currently sitting on the throne, but with no actual power?"

   The way Merlin felt flushed and flustered was embarrassing. Truth be told, he hadn't been sure how to bring up the subject to him. "I was planning on telling you, it just ... hadn't come up yet. I'm sorry, I should have told you. It's just ... been so long. I've kept tabs on them over the years but ... it was hard to watch them all and not have you here, you know." He could recount how he'd been there with Gwen when their heir had been brought into the world. How he'd helped look after the lad up until Leon took over as a fatherly figure and Merlin the bumbling uncle. "I suppose the magic faded over time. There aren't many of us left to begin with, with power. Though it's possible that your line just needs to learn to reawaken it."

you were wrong about everything. (from arthur/lowell)

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Indy glanced up at the voice and felt the frown immediately pull at his features. First, he hated being told he was wrong - didn't matter if that was the case or not. Second, he was already in a mood today, the kind only his father and his obsessions could cause. Third, he hadn't expected the previous night's bar room debate with the darker-haired man to come back and bite him on the ass.

"Of course I am," Indy grumbled, rubbing at his forehead as he felt a headache forming. "You know me well enough to make that call after one night?" The archeologist let out a soft huff. "Can I just get a drink? Please?" The last part was added as almost an afterthought. He wasn't a total asshole, least of all to people he barely knew but had been decent enough to chat with him when he'd come into the bar the night before.