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This is an RP journal for Merlin (BBC's Merlin), principally used for the RPG

lastvoyages and also for memes/shenanigans etc.

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[Merlin's sitting at one of the workbenches in his cabin; after a few months of switching in and out of a modern wardrobe, he's back in the clothes he arrived in. One addition is that he's wearing Tiffany's cross necklace. For a few moments he doesn't say anything, seemingly not sure of where to start. Finally he gets the headline out of the way first:]

...I'm going home tonight.

I know I haven't been on the ship very long, and not nearly as long as the Merlin who was here before, but...I don't think I'll ever forget being here, or the people I've met.

I'll be in my cabin most of the day. Please come, if you'd like to say goodbye.

[He doesn't offer to make visits, even though he will if he's asked. He knows some people don't like farewells, and he doesn't want to force that on anyone.]

[Private - Morgana]

[One exception:] I'd like to see you before I go. I have something I feel I ought to be yours.

[Private to Letty]

Thank you. For everything. I don't...I don't really have the words, beyond that.

[Private - Tiffany]

I know what I'd like to leave with you.

[Hi Barge. Someone sounds tired and disoriented and a bit croaky.]

I'm awake. Sorry about that.

How long has it been? Tiffany, are you well?

[Thirty seconds later:]

...uh, has there been a flood? I can't normally summon hot chocolate out of nowhere. [A beat.] Not...that I've ever tried.

[Merlin will be shipping out of the infirmary pretty much immediately, so anyone looking for him will find him en route to his cabin or already in there.]

[This comes a couple of hours after the monster attacks start.]

I'm going to help hold down the Infirmary for as long as this goes on.

We need volunteers who can help the injured and bring them here. Pairs would be best. ['People who can hold their own against supernatural monsters' is something he feels can be taken as read.] If there are any other areas being secured, please tell me, I'll make sure you have first-aid supplies.

[He sucks in a quick breath.]

As far as I know if anyone is killed they'll be revived immediately, with symptoms related to the way they died but without the full Death Toll. Inmates don't seem to need a request from their warden.

Please, look after yourselves and each other. Does anyone know yet what's happened to those who have disappeared?

[That Tiffany's right - that this is a flood and the monsters are, in fact, their affected crewmates - isn't something he wants to think about too hard.]

[Open Spam - Sunday to Wednesday]

[Merlin isn't kidding about 'for as long as this goes on'. He'll be skipping sleep, and if anyone brings him food he'll be very grateful but if not then he'll manage. He divides his time between helping any patients who wash up, and helping to smack down any monster incursions into the Infirmary.

Magical healing can be assumed to be fairly reliably available to anyone who wants it, and can make it to the Infirmary, over the next few days.]

If anyone believes someone they know is still infected, I can help.

[He adds a few moments later:] I’d like to apologise to anyone I worried, or angered, this last week or so. I wasn’t in my right mind.

I’m not leaving the ship, and I don’t intend to abandon Tiffany for as long as she needs me.

[Filtered to Simon and Mason]

I don’t expect you to believe me, or forgive me for hurting Tiffany. I just want you to know that I mean what I’m saying.

[Private to Iris]

You should probably visit the Infirmary so someone can take a look at your knuckles.

[Private to Tiffany]

What are fireworks?

[Yeah, he could look it up, but he’s more interested in her take on it.]

( “Spam )

Dr. Cambridge is in a coma. I know he doesn’t have an Inmate, but I thought his friends would like to know.

( Open Spam )

Friends Filter

[The 'one friendly conversation' rule applies - if you think your character might be on this list, they are.]

I...

[He has no idea how to phrase what he wants to say. His voice sounds quiet and scratchy.]

He died.

Tiffany and I are recovering in the Infirmary.

( Open Spam - Infirmary )

[Merlin has become a part of the furniture around the Shatterdome; he arrived with his adoptive father ten years ago, aged sixteen. He became a de facto member of his Jaeger's maintenance crew - and when that Jaeger was destroyed and its pilots killed, two years later, he didn't see any reason to leave. By then he'd learnt enough to make himself useful. He spent his time since being an extra pair of hands and training for the inevitable day that he himself would copilot a Jaeger - a day that never seemed like it was going to come, since he was plagued by low compatibility ratings and a tendency to drift into other people's memories. It was only when he was paired with Tiffany, a recent arrival, as an apparent act of desperation that he found his Drift partner.

Since then he's struggled a bit with having been promoted, if you could call it that. He's far more comfortable with his former status in the support crew's support crew than he is with the reality of being the first line of defence between the rift and the mainland. He puts a brave face on it, as they all must, but in reality it makes him feel sick with fear sometimes. Particularly his fear of losing Tiffany. Part of him wishes they'd never met. If they'd never Drifted together, if they'd never known they were siblings, perhaps neither of them would never have been able to pilot Avalon Gospel. She still wouldn't have been safe - not one person on Earth truly is - but she wouldn't have been directly in the line of fire.

He gets around a lot. Like most pilots, he spends most of his time in training, either in the combat room or in simulation. Obviously his day is punctuated by the mess hall for meals and his quarters at night; he also spends some time in the maintenance hangars, looking for work, but not getting under anyone's feet.]

[OOC: Plotting post! Merlin's been around for so long that I'm happy to assume that he's at least talked to everyone a few times by now, and I'm also down for assumed CR/ongoing friendships. Plurk me or hit up the plot post with anything. ♥ ]

[Warden filter]

I'd like to ask a question on behalf of my Inmate, Tiffany. What jobs are there here for an Inmate to do? I know about the kitchens, and I assumed the library needs people, and maybe there are jobs for cleaning the ship and tending to equipment? [He really knows nothing about how stuff like the machines in the gym and laundromat work. Do they need fixing? They seem complicated :c]

I've tasked her with asking around but I'd like to know, as well, for my own reference.

And for both myself and her, is anyone prepared to teach on any particular subject? Or might their Inmates be. I know I'd be harder work than Tiffany; I'm a long way behind on, well, everything. Everyone here seems to be at least a thousand years ahead of me. But I'm willing to learn and I'm making slow progress by myself.

[Infirmary filter]

Has anyone seen Morgana in the last day or two?

[Private to Tiffany]

How's your list coming?

[Private to Horatio]

It seems a shame that we spoke so much when I first arrived but we've yet to meet in person.

( Private )

[Public - Video]

[Today, Merlin's sitting at a workbench in his cabin and looks perfectly chipper - fed and watered, well-rested, all that.]

So that was a...flood, then?

[He's pieced it together from other people's network conversations, even though it felt a bit like eavesdropping.]

First time for everything. Or - I don't know. Could be my twentieth time, if I'm counting the me who was here before. First time I remember. [He smiles crookedly.] Yeah. Let's go with that.

Anyway. I don't know if you're supposed to...apologise, for the things you do during a flood? I don't think Ariel did anything much worse than be a bit of a pain in the backside, but I'm sorry if he bothered anyone.

I also want to say that I'm joining the Infirmary staff, as support, with Dr. Cambridge's permission. I - [He doesn't hesitate as long as he thought he would.] - I'm a healer. I can use magic to treat wounds and sickness. But it's not all I know to do.

[Private to Gwen]

[Little handwave of someone who's kind of not sure what the policy is here for just calling out strangers.]

-- hello. There's a notice in the dining hall which says you teach science and mathematics?

( Open spam, various places )

[The most obvious thing you'll notice about Merlin is that he's unusually dressed. After a few moments' observation, it also becomes clear that he's unusually light on his feet. Like, 'I could just float but I'm choosing to walk for appearance's sake' kind of light. His footsteps are long and graceful and his feet barely touch the ground.

Ariel is fresh from the end of The Tempest, newly freed by Prospero, and can be encountered in any public area of the ship. On deck (where he's keen on cartwheeling on top of the railings) and in the Enclosure you might notice that it's a little breezier than usual when he's around. He can occasionally be found places that are pretty hard to reach for most people - on the roof of the Greenhouse, for instance.

He's also engaging in 'light, benign trolling', including but not limited to: stealing your stuff while invisible so you can watch it float away, creating little clouds of butterflies or birds for you to walk straight into when you turn a corner, sounding out music with no obvious source to see if you'll try to investigate. Nothing harmful, just basic 'poke the humans to see how they'll react' stuff. He's only met like ten of them his entire life and there's just so many of you.]

[Posted sometime before the Star Warsathon.]

I am told these words will be read by all of those on board this ship, though I admit I do not know how. I think that will be typical of my time here. I have already seen plenty I cannot understand.

[To wit: everything that uses electricity, the Enclosure, almost everyone’s clothes, the fact that he’s stumbled in on a festival that he can only really categorise as ‘Yule, but more twinkly’. And he's still a little cautious about his communicator. Right now he’s using the paper book he’s also been provided with.

A pause.] And I am not used to writing as I would talk to someone. [He's still not entirely convinced anyone will see this. SORCERY!!! oh wait.]

My name is Merlin. I understand that some people ~~believe they~~ have met me before. I can return the gifts that were addressed to me, if they were for that other man.

[He means the 'intended for everyone' type gifts that he found. Another, shorter pause before he continues.]

I will be a Warden, though until I have an Inmate I mean to earn my passage however I can. I've been apprenticed to a physician for some years, but I can turn my hand to whatever is needed.

I would also like to thank everyone who was kind to me when I first arrived.

[Private to Kira - Video]

[The communicator is held at a slightly awkward angle, but at least it's not pointing up his nose or anything. He's sitting at a table in his room - there are shelves of various books and bottles visible behind him.]

Thank you for the book. And I'm sorry about - well - everything? I... [He smiles balefully.] I wasn't really in my right mind when we first spoke.

( Read more... )

[Private to the Marquis de Carabas]

Marquis?

[Warden Filter - later]

[Once he's worked out what's happened. :T]

The Marquis de Carabas is no longer my Inmate. The Admiral has chosen to reassign us both.

[A pause. Not sure how feel. He knows that the Marquis' apathy about being on board and his own consequent lack of motivation were a bad combo, but still. This hardly feels like a blessing in disguise.]

…I'd like to stay busy outside my Infirmary shifts, so if there's anything that I or my magic are needed for, please don't hesitate to ask.

[Early on Saturday morning, there is a very short, rather blankly stated audio message:]

Cassandra disappeared sometime last night. Her cabin is gone.

[Then it clicks off.]

[Open Spam]

[Merlin's not even sure whether it's his shift at the Infimary, but he goes anyway. Even if there's no patients to tend to he needs to be busy, he needs to be doing something.

Losing Arthur was one thing. Part of him was already braced for it. He knows it's temporary, that he'll see him again - no matter how long he has to wait, he will, he'll do it. Losing Cass -

For him, it's been years since they talked about what was waiting for her at home, but he remembers it vividly. Finding Shiva, demanding the truth - fighting her to the death. Again. And he knows that people have vanished without trace only to return days later, he did it himself, he knows there's every possibility that she'll return unscathed and yet he can't stop the fear gnawing at him.

He moves around the Infirmary like he's sleepwalking. Cleaning, tidying, checking inventory and records, treating any patients who need it - it'll all get done, he just doesn't feel like he's really there.]

[Merlin's in his room, damp from showering with his hair sticking up all over the place. He sounds/looks a bit less chipper and a bit more 'why me D:' than he did when he woke up from a coma of similar length last month.]

I'm really hoping that dropping off for a week isn't just something that's going to happen to me every month, now. I'm sorry if I missed anything important. Did I miss anything important…?

[Slight pause, and his head ducks down for a moment.]

I - already know, about Arthur.

[Friends Filter]

I…think I know what the flood was. Is everyone alright?

[Private to the Marquis de Carabas]

Yeah, I know, you didn't even notice I was gone.

[Infirmary Filter]

I'm so sorry this keeps happening. Dr. Banner, I'll double up my shifts this week so you can get some rest. [This is something that is going to happen, you do not get a say in it.]

[Spam for Olive]

[After failing to find Arthur, showering, posting to the network, ruining the Infirmary rota in Dr. Banner's favour and getting something to eat, Merlin's next order of business is going to find Cass - but the new door next to his slows him down. It's been a long time, but something snags at his memory, and he finds himself knocking before he can even fully rationalise why he's doing it.]

[The viewer's bouncing around a bit because Merlin's walking and talking; he looks a bit bleary-eyed like he's overslept, which - he has, kind of. The wall behind him is lightly spattered. Various colours.]

Why is there paint everywhere?

[Seriously, guys, what.]

Oh, and - I was in a coma for about a week. I'm awake now.

Obviously.

Er. I probably missed some newcomers, so - [he offers a slightly blurry smile] - my name's Merlin. I work in the Infirmary with Mark and Dr. Banner. Hello. [Congratulations, your timing is horrible?]

[Hello, everyone. It's hard to tell where Merlin is - all that's visible over his shoulders is empty air. His voice is inhuman, echoey, and amused.]

Welcome, humans!

Did you like the storm? [A beat.] Forgive me - my storm. Sometimes the sea's a little calm for my tastes. Some bumped heads and bruised pride all round, I suppose, but you'll all live, won't you?

Probably. But look! You're with friends.

[The view spins, and it becomes apparent that he is a long way above the island, suspended in mid-air. It's also possible to see that the Rage and Redeemer are both grounded - too distant to be visible from ground level, but obvious from up here.]

That is - I assume you're friends. How could you not be? Trailing each other all over the ocean like you do. Exchanging gifts of those big metal balls. Even jumping onto one another's ships to borrow each other's things. You must all be very good friends.

[Yeah no he knows exactly what the deal is. Although most of you have got two arms and two legs and like sailing, so seriously can't you all just get on???]

So look! I admired your friendship so much I'll lend you our island to share. Do enjoy. I promise we're all very friendly.

[Open Spam]

[Merlin isn't omnipresent but it might seem like it, because he's literally everywhere. Randomly materialising on both ships, flying over and diving into the mermaids' pools, floating through the forests and wandering the shores. If you look over your shoulder, you're as likely as not to see him looking over your should at whatever it is you're doing.]

[OOC: Merlin is an Ariel-esque air spirit, not tied to any one place on the island but prone to getting in everyone's business to some extent - so all the island's natives will at least know of him. Did he actually cause the storm? Possibly. He thinks it's hilarious that you jerks are forever chasing each other around, so if it hadn't happened he probably would have done it anyway.]

[Private to the Marquis de Carabas; Voice]

I don't suppose you want to talk about the flood?

Or...anything, ever.

[Private to Chris; Voice]

How are you doing? [A beat.] With your recovery, I mean. [Not the fact that Megamind called you stuff, that's...nobody's business really.]

[Private to Cass; Video]

I'm sorry. The person I became was…

[He shakes his head.]

Dr. Banner's unwell so I have to keep the Infirmary covered, but it's not busy. I…I'd like to see you.

( Spam for Arthur )

Arthur Pendragon has disappeared from the Barge. His chambers are no longer present.

( [Open Spam] )

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