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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

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[defenestrate, desenrascanço, or leave a word!]

[ Arthur stares down from where he's standing in front of the open window. They are so high up that he can barely see the shattered pieces of his laptop lying all over the pavement. Pinching the bridge of the nose, he thanks a higher deity that nobody had been walking past his office window when Arthur had thrown his computer out of it just seconds earlier.

Fuck. Okay, maybe, just maybe he was stressed out. And maybe he needed a holiday, like Morgana had been telling him for ages.]

[Merlin leans over in his desk chair, glancing through the big windows between Arthur's office and Merlin's secretary station. Rare was it that something happened in Arthur's office Merlin didn't notice. Still, he'd heard a series of thumps and now Arthur was standing at his window, motionless.

He decides the best course of action is to bring his biscuit tin in and see what the deal was.]

Knock knock. [Merlin taps against the door lightly as he opens it, raising an eyebrow and smiling gently at his boss.]

[ Slowly, Arthur turns around when Merlin steps into his office. He had all but forgotten about his secretary who no doubt already thought he was insane. ]

Merlin. [ Trying his best not to let his small nervous breakdown show on his face, Arthur squares his shoulders.]

I believe I need a new computer.

[Arthur's got a funny air about him and Merlin blinks at him, approaching slowly and offering the open tin. He comes in peace.]

A new computer? What happened to your other one?

[Conspicuously missing from his desk. But - nah, he wouldn't have, right? Merlin isn't close enough to the window yet to check.]

I... [ Arthur clears his throat, trying to make it sound as normal as possible that he just threw his laptop out of the window.] I might have thrown it out of the window.

[ He crosses his arms over his chest, wondering why Merlin is carrying that tin. ]

[He tries. Oh, lord, does he try. There's even a brief moment where he steels himself, nearly prays for strength. But when Arthur admits it and Merlin steps just a tad closer, sees the smashed disk drive on the pavement below the window - he can't help it. He busts a gut, laughing maybe a bit too loud.]

I shouldn't - christ I shouldn't laugh.

[Merlin bites down on his knuckle in an attempt to stop, but his grin stretches around the obstacle.]

You want to tell me the real reason you trashed it before I make something up for the expense claim?

[ Arthur glowers at him, not finding any of this the least bit funny.]

It didn't work. Must have been broken. Maybe a virus. [ Or maybe Arthur is just shit with computers but of course he's not going to admit that out loud.]

I got frustrated.

Hard to imagine throwing a computer out a window in anything but a fit of pique, yeah.

[Arthur is always so uptight, and this just solidifies Merlin's theory that he's really wound too tight. Here's hoping he doesn't throw himself out the window next.]

Are you okay? No, stupid question. [Merlin waves it away, taking one of the biscuits out of the tin since apparently Arthur isn't in the mood.] More accurately, why are you not okay?

[Merlin hasn't been here that long - just under a year - but he figures if Arthur was going to fire him for his audacity he would have done it by now.]

Yes, of course I'm okay. [ Arthur huffs, sitting back down in his chair.]

Stop fussing, Merlin. The last few weeks have been stressful but nothing I can't handle. [ Even to his own ears, that sounds pathetic, considering he had just thrown his laptop out of the window.]

[Merlin shoots him a look, chomping into his cookie and leaning against the wall.]

Tell that to your desktop.

Maybe you need a vacation. [Seriously, he had to have at least a month's work of leave saved up nearly in his employee file. Not to mention Arthur was pretty much head honcho, he could honestly give himself as much time as he wanted.]

I do not need a vacation, Merlin. [ Arthur glowers at him.] I need a new computer. Make yourself useful and get me one.

Oh you so need a vacation. [Merlin snorts, propping the cookie tin on his hip.] Come on, pick a spot I'll book the whole thing.

I would't know where to go. [ Arthur can't remember the last time he had been on vacation. When he and Morgana were little, his father had dragged them along to several business trips but that can hardly count.]

What would I do there all day? The whole concept of vacation sounds so boring.

My mom and I used to go to Spain. It's pretty nice this time of year.

Whatever you like. Read a book, relax on the beach. Get drunk, go see something historical and cultured. [He glances out the window at the skyline.] The world's a lot bigger than London.

I like London. [And his office. No need to go anywhere else.] I have responsibilities here, Merlin. I can't just leave for a while.

It's not forever, just a visit. Makes you appreciate home even more, you know?

[Merlin shoots him a disbelieving glance.] You're going to work yourself to death. And none of this is going to matter when you're dead.

Nobody has ever died from working too much. [ Arthur frowns at Merlin.] I'll have to talk to Morgana first. [ Maybe he has been a little overworked lately and maybe getting out for a while might be a good idea.]

Total lie. Heart attacks galore.

[Merlin smiles, nodding encouragingly.] Let me know first thing, yeah? I'll plan the whole thing it'll be great.

I'm 31, not 60, Merlin. A little bit too young for a heart attack. [ Or at least that's what he'd like to think.]

[Merlin gives him a look. He grew up with a physician for what basically amounted to an uncle.]

Eat a biscuit. I'm going to order you a new computer.

[Merlin leaves the tin on Arthur's desk and heads back to his own, shaking his head. Stubborn prat.]

((ooc: if you're interested: http://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/3272557.html?thread=1559134061#cmt1559134061 ))

[ Arthur huffs and wait until Merlin is out of the door. Slowly, he reaches into the tin and picks up a biscuit.]

((ooc: I'm always game ;) ))

[The next morning, there's a brand new computer waiting on Arthurs desk, along with a pamphlet for Majorica. Highlighted and everything. Well, Merlin got this job for a reason.]

((ooc: /o/ wooho. feel free to choose any prompt!))

[ Arthur can't help but be impressed by Merlin's effectiveness when it comes to organising these kind of things. He flips through the pamphlet, thinking it might not be such a bad idea after all.]

[Merlin's circled a few museums and beaches, but he's also crossed some out. 'THIS ONE'S SHITE' is written in block letters over one of the art museums. 'NUDIST BEACH' covers another section.]

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the OTHERWORDLY meme.

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Hiii! Long time no see <3

Hey! How are you doing!! (: <3

Good :) How are you?

Stressing out over school, just the usual ^_^ Spring treating you well? I'm so ready for the warmth

heh I see ;) I have to finish my PhD this year plus a lot of teaching so I'm stressed out as well XD

It'll all be over soon! Summer is just around the corner, we can make it ^_^

Yes /o/

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