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[this isn't where he fell asleep. that's for certain. before Merlin even opens his eyes. he can feel the difference in the bed he's in, that the softness he's used to isn't there, and something must have happened again. another world, so the message had said, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon. still, he's intact, and breathing air this time - and so when the lights cut out, he closes his eyes again.]
Ten more minutes...
[let him doze a little. and process what to do first.]
investigations.
[really, he can be found everywhere, but he's not letting go of his staff as he does walking around. sometimes he's peering at a smaller locked door as if trying to gauge something from it. other times he's in the lounge, sprawled in one of the more comfortable chairs, hands occupied with something small and tricky, if the look on his face is anything to go by.
sometimes Merlin's in the mess hall, and taking advantage of the working light in there to be writing in a book, head bent over his work as his hand works over the page, pausing every now and then. and perhaps he found his way into the workout facility, where the lack of gravity is proving to be a bit of a problem, as he floats sort of in the middle of the air, looking vaguely put out by it all.]
time.
[of course, the pervading feeling in this place is that they're not alone. that something's out there, with the rumbling, with the inability to say when is when, with the limits on what they have. it's not easy, nor is it possible to really block it out.
Merlin's in the lounge when the next rumble happens, eyes closed and lying on one of the couches, and the Sound echoes through the ship. the electricity flickers, the world shakes - and his hand tightens just slightly on his staff.]
Something is waiting.
[he says it like it's a simple fact.]
wildcard.
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merlin - ota.
[[ooc: only accepting two tag ins for this prompt!]]
[this isn't where he fell asleep. that's for certain. before Merlin even opens his eyes. he can feel the difference in the bed he's in, that the softness he's used to isn't there, and something must have happened again. another world, so the message had said, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon. still, he's intact, and breathing air this time - and so when the lights cut out, he closes his eyes again.]
Ten more minutes...
[let him doze a little. and process what to do first.]
investigations.
[really, he can be found everywhere, but he's not letting go of his staff as he does walking around. sometimes he's peering at a smaller locked door as if trying to gauge something from it. other times he's in the lounge, sprawled in one of the more comfortable chairs, hands occupied with something small and tricky, if the look on his face is anything to go by.
sometimes Merlin's in the mess hall, and taking advantage of the working light in there to be writing in a book, head bent over his work as his hand works over the page, pausing every now and then. and perhaps he found his way into the workout facility, where the lack of gravity is proving to be a bit of a problem, as he floats sort of in the middle of the air, looking vaguely put out by it all.]
time.
[of course, the pervading feeling in this place is that they're not alone. that something's out there, with the rumbling, with the inability to say when is when, with the limits on what they have. it's not easy, nor is it possible to really block it out.
Merlin's in the lounge when the next rumble happens, eyes closed and lying on one of the couches, and the Sound echoes through the ship. the electricity flickers, the world shakes - and his hand tightens just slightly on his staff.]
Something is waiting.
[he says it like it's a simple fact.]
wildcard.
[have a different idea? want something specific? hit me up!]