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Bobby Singer || Supernatural

[unclebadass]

[he's tried every conceivable spell, summoning, lockpick, phone, frequency and obscure bit of knowledge he knows, but Bobby has come up completely blank on what to do about apparently finding himself in what looks like a spaceship

a spaceship

he's too old for aliens to be real, though he's still putting his best guess on trickster

he grips his communicator thingy one last time, takes a deep breath and tries again]

Sam? Dean? If you boys are out there you damn well better answer me.

[he waits a minute, then lets his arm drop]

Balls.

breathes gently on

[integrity]

[Oh this is just hilarious.]

My deepest and most sincere apologies, Bobby, but it appears there's been a horrific accident.

[THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JUST THE PERSON YOU WANTED TO SEE RIGHT]

AERYN SUN | farscape

[adarga]

[This was not the strangest situation Aeryn's ever woken up in, but it rated high on the disturbing. Especially the blue goo, which she's squeezing out of her hair, a long line of it dripping down to the floor, a look of disgust as she stares at it. What the frell was this place?

She wants answers, and as soon as she sees someone looking more at home here than the rest of the naked blue-covered people she'd seen stumbling out of the pods, she'll be asking for them.

Well, asking is probably a nice way to put it.]

You. I want my clothes and my pulse pistol back, right now.

taps dat

[goldshirt]

[Aeryn that isn't really asking, but Jim will turn and look at her anyway— and then offer her one of those charmingly disarming smiles that, lets be honest, only works about half the time.]

You could start by looking in your locker. If they aren't in there, chances are they aren't on the ship.

ZEKE TYLER | the faculty

[jacked]

[Alien invasion and alien abduction aren't that far off from each other. Except with them being so close together, you'd guess they'd be the same aliens, and Zeke doesn't think locker rooms and pods full of blue liquid are the kinda thing Marybeth was into. Or maybe they were, seeing as she'd picked a high school as her ground zero.

Zeke's just glad, at the moment, to still be in control of his body, even if that's another thing that doesn't add up. But he joins the procession to the showers and back to the lockers, and that's when opening the door results in a flood of biros filled with white powder falling out on him. Which is just about enough for him to lose his cool.]

What kind of fucked up alien shit is this?

[endeavors]

[What- what. It looks like César, but he's... way too young. Or - younger than Andy remembers. Should he approach? He's just staring in confusion before the chaos of the locker tumbles out and clatters on the floor.]

Do you - need help?

[A good alternative to asking 'is that really you?']

JUDGE DREDD | dredd

[xc]

[He's followed the tattoos and the other people enough to get washed up, to get his body armour and his helmet on, to check his primary weapon. And now he's clothed and armed, he can start to deal with this situation properly.]

Civilian. [Yeah, that'd be you.] Identify this location.

[mindtricks]

Sir. [ Likewise dressed, though missing the helmet as per usual. How does one deal with this situation properly? She will take a leaf out of his book in this; he is, after all, an experienced judge. ]

The Cat | Red Dwarf

[felissapiens]

[ Oh, the indignity! Splashed out in a puddle, buck naked, wearing little more than an unfashionable shade of blue goo, which had stuck his hair up in all sorts of odd directions. Cat could have put up the goo, he could have made it look good somehow, but nobody messed with his hair! It was humiliating! In front of all these beautiful, naked women, too!

It had taken him nearly an hour to clean away every inch of it, even though it hadn't exactly tasted very nice, and then with pristine hair Cat had paraded his way through to the lockers, following his nose the entire way. His clothes waited for him inside alongside a handful of personal grooming tools, a loudspeaker, a pair of rollerskates and a stack of The Flintstones on VHS. It was a travesty. There were only two suits, one in garish pink and zebra stripes, the other in red and black with long tails. ]

Two suits? Two suits and all these ladies? I might as well be dead!

oh my god you win

[onsilksheets]

Be careful what you wish for.

[ Bela says as she closes her own locker, finding nothing new in it. She was a veteran on the ship and knew that death was a distinct possibility. Her gaze flicks over the newcomer, quietly appraising him or criticizing him-she hadn't decided yet. ]

pippin | another tiny person on the jewelery crusade

[woops]

[he likes to think he's seen a fair few things, from the mines of moria to the elves to the white city to the ents but this really takes the cake.

because pippin has never seen a kitchen quite like this before, if this is what they call a kitchen. never let it be said that peregrin took wasn't an determined fellow, though, because even if that counter is well above his head that isn't going to stop him from cooking, damnit.

gods only knows where he got that chair but he's pushing it around the kitchen and using it to climb up on the counters to dig through the cupboards, tossing things (what's a Spam anyways??) over his shoulder.]

Fili, Kili, Merry and Pippin. ...they are going to accidentally blow the ship up.

[longestnose]

[And it's only by Fili's reflexes that save him from being hit in the head with the spam. Instead he catches it (dodging another item), before clearing his throat, moving out of the line of fire.]

Might watch where you're throwing things, young master.

jayne cobb | firefly

[bribed]

[ It's not the first time Jayne's been caught with his pants down, so to speak. It is the first time he's been covered in blue goo in recent memory, though, and the combination of unfamiliar surroundings, no clothes, and some sort of blue xion mao niao has him understandably... tense.

... though the naked women walking by are a nice distraction. Heading for the showers? Well... that doesn't sound like a half bad idea.

But then he's finding some sort of a weapon. ]

[thoughts]

[ someone is already showered, dressed, and leering at Jayne from around the corner. public relations, her guānghuá rú yīng'ér de pìgu ass. ]

Don't be gross. You're covered in someone else's goo.

[ jus' sayin, is all'. ]

slade wilson ( arrow )

[asis]

[ waking up covered in goo in a place that is decidedly not the island? both good and bad. good, because it is not the island and he's been meaning to get off that godforsaken piece of land, been cursing it. bad because he has no recollection of how he got here and that is not at all acceptable.

he's found his clothes, at least, and his swords. no sniper rifle, but so long as he has the swords, he's all right. ]

What is this place?

[credential]

[ Space, the final frontier - it tastes like bad Gatorade and a split lip.

Reconnoitering the immediate surroundings had been easy enough; there's a mess of people going in and out of the med-bay that Barsad could get by on his own without too much notice. Handgun (no rifle, to his disappointment), civilian clothing, spare ammo, hunting knife - this place at least saw fit to arm him with the basics.

That said, the muttered question he hears coming from what he assumes to be a fellow new arrival takes his interest, and he finds himself nodding to it before speaking up. ]

It's a ship, I've heard.

bruce banner | big damn avengers

[caltech]

[ Well shit. He isn't the kind to swear, much less go all out with commentary like that, but while Bruce has a habit of coming to consciousness naked, he doesn't make it a habit of coming to consciousness covered in blue goo.

Bruce hovers for a moment, unsteady, his hands against the tank. This is a reoccurring habit for him, so his thought process is the same as ever, but something's off -- something's different. Unfamiliar faces everywhere, and all of them just as naked that makes him pause.

He never remembered the other guy coming out to play. ]

This is new.

SCREAMS WITH JOY

[widowing]

[ it's not as new as he thinks it is, but it wouldn't be the first time someone's disappeared and been sent back with no memories of their previous time aboard. natasha's seen it happen with clint; she's seen it happen with capa and a number of others, and there's probably some reason why it keeps happening that someone will find out the next time they get lost and come back with some cryptic knowledge, but all she knows is that it's exhausting to keep explaining.

she doesn't fault bruce for that, though. it's hardly his fault, or anyone else's. but she knows better than to bring up 'this isn't your first time' where they are, or to think that she's the one he wants to hear that news from. instead, she approaches him with a towel. ]

Banner. [ she's silent for a beat before she holds it out to him. ] Thought you might need this.

cassandra anderson ( dredd )

[mindtricks]

[ this is the kind of situation that potential judges are trained for. she has clothes, she has her primary weapon — no helmet in the locker, but she wouldn't have worn it. she misses the weight of the more heavily armoured uniform of a judge already.

(misses the plaque of a judge over her chest even though she doesn't think that she has a right to it, too.)

gather knowledge. decide on a course of action. disperse judgment where necessary. she can do this.

reaching out to the mind of the person closest to her — and what she finds there startles her enough to make her speak: ] A spaceship?

YOSAFFBRIDGE || Firefly

[goodforyoutoo]

[Who's completely unashamed to walk around stark naked? This lady right here. In fact, she's sort of subtly flaunting her body as she walks towards the showers.

For someone who just got kidnapped by a spaceship, she's acting pretty nonchalant about all of this. Maybe she's just a go with the flow sort of girl.

Or maybe she's up to something pretty nefarious five minutes after getting here.

Yeah, that sounds about right.]

[idkmybffbloodwing]

[Well, damn. He's seen a lot of naked women since being abducted to this ship, but when everyone's naked and covered in goo and feeling disgusting post-stasis, it's not actually as attractive a prospect as he would have thought just hearing about it.

This woman, though, she looks like she fucking owns the place, and, well. Normally he'd have other things to do, but he can make an exception, just this once. The chickens have been taken care of, and he's already half-dressed, so there's no hurry to be anywhere else. He watches her a moment before pulling his shirt on over his head, and waving her over.]

You lookin' for your locker?

[Because clearly, aside from Jaye, there can't be too many people on this ship who just enjoy being naked sometimes.]

catelyn stark | a song of ice and fire

[catelynstark]

[If Catelyn closes her eyes, she can still hear the pounding of the drums. The sound keeps time with the pain pressing against her head – it refuses to fade; it is the only thing that has stayed with her through this entire ordeal.

She is aware of how out of place she looks, here in this room of cold greys and sharp metal. But even that thought does not spur movement, and she stays leaning against the locker that someone, or something, has claimed belongs to her.

Catelyn needs to gather her bearings; she needs to push down the fear and the panic, let them simmer with the grief she has not allowed herself to feel. There is no time for anything but the constant struggle to remain strong, for herself and for her son.

She lets herself hope that when she leaves this place and returns to the feast, the sound of drums would be a distant memory.]

direwolves can't hear the noise I made right now

[wolfinthesnow]

[He sees her and his breath catches.

It's like he's five again, and she's looking down at him, the disapproval rife on her face. She never hit him, never hurt him, no, she was never the kind of woman to do that. That was not the kind of fear he felt of Catelyn - Lady Stark - the fear he felt was more visceral, psychological, the fear of a woman who never liked him and never would.

Ghost flees.

But Jon Snow cannot flee. Instead he stands frozen until she notices him, and tries to pull up as much of the mantle of Lord Commander as he can, but it's weak in coming. He can face down armies of wildlings and wights and a King who threatens his head 4 or 5 times a day, but this-

He takes a breath and inclines his head.]

Lady Stark.

cara mason | legend of the seeker

[obstinance]

[ unarmed and disrobed, cara mason suspects that she's at a prime disadvantage in regards to defending herself against her captors. without her agiels, perhaps she shouldn't be formulating threats, but her lips twist into an angered purse regardless of her situation. no seeker, no confessor, and the wizard is, of course, incredibly useful in that he's missing from this scenario — which leaves her without any form of a magical exit from this prison, forced to fend for herself. she ignores the blue liquid dripping down her form — nudity is hardly foreign to a mordsith and blushing like an innocuous virgin trying to preserve her modesty would be an absurd course of action — and pushes forward, restraining the urge to sputter and spit as the goo slides over her lips. they curl in a snarl as one hand lashes forward, attempting to pull the closest individual into her firm grasp. ]

You. [ even while defenseless, she manages to make an attempt at looking intimidating, posture rigid and eyes filled with intense disdain and frustration. ] Where am I.

[ somehow, she makes even where am i sound more like a command. ]

V | V for Vendetta

[voxpopuli]

Interest piqued and rather pleased that my passion and yours align in such a purposeful manner that neither/nor and either/or of us will be forced to lead the the other along the primrose path.

Rather, accepting Screwtape at his word, we shall both take the gentle slope, soft underfoot, and wind about until an amenable place is found enabling us to affect those minute particulars and bring about that green and pleasant land.

[He gestures grandly and the mask smiles on as it ever does.]

[ryuuzaki]

[A long, unblinking stare.]

Precisely which green and pleasant land?

["Minute particulars" could mean a lot of things.]

the stalk | saga

[thestalk]

[NO SHE IS NOT A NEW MONSTER FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE SHIP.

she is, in fact, just a rather naked spider-lady making her way through the corridors of the ship. well, okay she's not naked she's wearing this weird dress that covers her lovely spider rump but she's topless so to all y'all humanoids she might as well be naked.

one hand is fiddling with the communicator, the other is busy with a pink cellphone-like device, and she pretty much left the jumpsuit in the locker because there's no way that'll work for her.]

Shit I do not have time for this.

[and because interaction is a must she'll nudge the first person she runs into with an agitated huff.]

Know when this fucking thing lands?

moo

[brainjustbroke]

[okay sam can get the being on a ship thing. sure, the devil probably threw this right on top of everything else because he needs to be tested.

or something like that, he really didn't know. all he knew was that this is totally messed up and he's over the whole motion sickness thing.

he's minding his own business, trying to talk to people who apparently aren't into talking right now, which only pisses him off more because really are you serious this is a problem. this will be a problem until he can get back home after snagging some demon that's escaped and sending it back. ugh.

and then he gets nudged.

by a spider lady.

a spider lady she has too many eyes there are way too many eyes going on up there and god forbid he looks down because those are human breasts.

well, she's kinda different from the things he's captured, but if this is it... wait, where's the contraption that the devil always gives him? dammit. did he miss it somehow?]

Uh, no? As far as I can tell, this thing isn't landing. [and he doesn't care because the devil sent him here and he's going back after taking care of whatever she was. spider-lady.] Where are you from?

[if her answer is hell he's going to be relieved and scared because where is the device he's always given.]

Zoe Washburne | Firefly

[alwaysready]

[ Zoe Washbourne has been in many a sticky situation. Some of which had literally been sticky, much like her current situation. But what she wasn't necessarily a big fan of was the fact she seemed to be quite naked. And in public.

There's also fact she doesn't seem to be anywhere she recognizes. Space, well that much is obvious, but it all looks very... New. But everyone seems to be moving on one general direction so she decides to follow, keeping her head down and hoping that she'll somehow find answers to who picked her up, why, and maybe even some clothes. And her gun. She would very much like her gun. ]

[thoughts]

[ it's not the nakedness that bugs river. it's hardly even the waking up in strange places. space? normal. kidnapping? manageable. it's the stasis fluid sunk deep into her skin what gets her, the soreness of her throat after the breathing apparatus is done pumping her full of chemicals. no ship in their time has the same natural o₂ processor as the tranquility but river can't cope with the idea of never having her own oxygen in her lungs again. being naked in public is nothing by comparison.

clothes are overrated anyway.

so it's without shame or hesitation that a small hand slips into zoë's from amidst the crowd ( though whether for the first mate's benefit or the space crazy's remains to be seen ) and tugs her away from the medbay, head lowlowlow so she doesn't see the clinical, clean lab that is her second least favourite part of the jumps. ]

Showers this way.

[recalibration]

[ covered in translucent goo? check. disoriented and uncoordinated? check. cold and alone in an alien location? check.

fml.

SHIELD can only prepare a man for so much. with all the alien crap they've been dealing with since day one, plus recent run-ins with asgardian demi-gods and the creepy space creatures that fund their plot for world domination, clint can't say he's surprised. being taken off guard is the opposite of what he's good at, however, but he can play calm, cool, collected for now.

gather intel, figure out where you are, shoot your way out if you need to.

he gets cleaned off like everyone else seems to be doing, matches the tattoo on his arm up with the locker (perhaps the irony is lost on his captors). his bow is there, arrows, standard issue gear, even a phone. ]

I think these people failed Kidnapping 101.

[ he says it as dryly as he can manage to whoever's close enough to listen. ]

now this is just a really pleasant surprise. c:

[starked]

[ the first thing tony thinks upon seeing clint? third time's the charm. the second thing tony thinks upon seeing clint? fuck me i'm going to have to explain the eye.

in a twist of fate, it's tony who happens to be close enough to listen because he's making his rounds checking for people before he heads up to engineering to make sure the ship isn't in danger of exploding and then taking what we like to call a nap. he could just not say anything to clint, but that sounds boring and as such tony just casually speaks, like he doesn't have a terminator eye in his eye socket and like they aren't all stuck on a creepy hell ship. ]

Depends on which 101 class you took.

Scotty | Star Trek Reboot

[transwarped]

[He'd toweled off and shimmed back into his uniform- slightly more snug of a venture than he'd prefer, given his still damp state, then wrapped the towel around his shoulders as he ventured out of the arrival area. Seemed in Scotty's experience that the thin piece of fabric came more in handy aboard ships than near any piece of actual Star Fleet issued equipment. Particularly when it came to tubes and the escape from there of. And that had been the start to the day. More tubes. Test one experimental piece of physics on a pup and suddenly his life was made of tubes and cold.

And now empty corridors. Creepy. He stuck his head out, damp hair sticking up at every angle as he looked left then right. Aye. Creepy.]

Hello? Whatever the matter is this time 'round, I dinnea touch it. Officer's honor. Well, not much anyway. Not enough to warrant additional cruel and unusual punishment.

YELLS AT YOU

[goldshirt]

[he'd recognize that particular scottish twang anywhere and Kirk very nearly drops his datapadd when he hears it. Jim freezes, and it takes a moment for his brain to catch up to the kick start of his heart before he turns around, blue eyes scanning the hall until they fall on one previously exiled engineer, peeking out from near the lift. he literally stares agape for a good five seconds before he can get his voice to work.]

—Scotty?

ruby | supernatural

[subsumed]

[ hacking a lung up isn't something ruby's done in a good, long while. it hurts like a fucking bitch, and she wheezes a little as she reaches up to rub her sternum, nails digging in and leaving red marks. come out swinging, never let anyone see your belly. ]

Aw, sweetheart. If you wanted to play Saw, all you had to do was ask me. [ she blinks rapidly, clearing the goo out of her eyes. ] The hell is this, futuristic fetish playhouse?

[ welcome to space, ruby. ]

hello 0A0!!!

[faithlessly]

[ welcome to space indeed, and here, have one of your favorite people, ruby. dean hasn't seen ruby 1.0 in a goddamn long while, so that's one shocker for him. of course, nothing tops the fact that the black-eyed bitch, blond or brunette, is here to begin with. and yes, even when he knows anything and everything is possible in this place. ]

Now I get why they call this place space hell.

[ ask if you're okay? lol ~fuck~ that. ]

aslan | chronicles of narnia | aka enjoy a lion traipsing about

[roarings]

[ Aslan best of all bears knowledge of how vast a world may be. Worlds, interlaced, parallel and weaved. But this was a place too strange - foreign and even disorienting.

The massive lion pads through the hall, steps slow and deliberate and gaze heavy and thoughtful; not the gaze of a mindless beast, but measured. Level yet tense because from the glances he's already caught, his presence has unsettled.

Perhaps he was much more a beast in some eyes; after all, this was not Narnia. ]

[implicated]

[He turns the corner cheerfully, but when he sees the lion, he goes very still. Nothing changes but his expression, as he evaluates the lion.

It's larger than him. Much larger.

He wonders what Jaime would make of it.]

Hank McCoy | XMFC

[makingstevensonproud]

[Blue goo, that's certainly not how he expected to be getting off that beach. Of course the scientist in him is wanting to thoroughly examine this equipment before he gets too far from it but his current state of undress is a rather painful reminder of how human he is not. It's only takes him a matter of moments to ascertain the purpose of the number now inked just above his wrist, where his skin is bare of fur. He feels disgusting. Goo matted into his fur uncomfortably but he'll have to address that later. Right now determining if his clothes even still fit him is more important.

Either they do or they're not exactly his. The lack of lab coat is slightly distressing but he doesn't need it, however much safer it would make him feel. The instructions to use the blue elevator are firmly ignored for a good half hour while he examines the stasis pods and surrounding equipment. Then he finally obeys, trying this strangely complex phone device that is more than a phone however much it looks like a fancy walkie-talkie.]

-certainly impressive technological advancements. That said, however, I'm afraid I really must insist on being put into contact with the Professor.

action becauseeeee reasons

[darkholme]

[ ... okay this, this makes sense. in a weird way. there's no confusion over who he is, no second guessing. she sees Hank a good while before she actually approaches him, not even sure if being there to help him through the 'so you're stuck in space, now what?' moment of showing up here right at first is a good idea. he might hate her. he might be from another world where they've never even met. unlikely, but possible. mostly she's just way too nervous. eventually though, when she sees him make an attempt at a voice transmission on the communicator, she approaches him, wearing her black Tranquility jumpsuit over her blue form ]

... Hank?

ʀᴀρυɴzᴇʟ | тᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ | αdι doeѕ тнιɴɢѕ oɴ α нιαтυѕ

[sundroplet]

[ This is exactly why mother will say 'I told you so'.

This day has started well, too. Wonderfully, even. And somehow it has all escalated to the point where she has found herself clutching her frying pan behind a pillar.

Perhaps you think she's talking to herself, but mind yourself, she isn't! Instead, she's talking to a chameleon!

So there. ]

This is completely under control! Deep breaths, Pascal, his is no big deal! It's just that we are somehow lost in space with no way of getting back down.

[ ok so maybe there's panic ]

Mother is going to kill me.

kesesese

[gallus]

[and aha! here is another princess with big hair all but popping up on the other side of the pillar.]

If you're tryin' t'hide you're not doin' a verra good job of it. [merida folds her arms, cocks her head and arches one fine eyebrow] Who're ye talkin' to?

sam flynn » tron: legacy » WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS OKAY GUYS

[encom]

[ so this is definitely not the arcade basement.

which is funny, because sam doesn't remember setting the portal's destination to 'tube full of astroglide' on his way out of the grid—and he definitely remembered coming out the other side with clothes on last time. on the bright side, he hasn't been arrested ( yet, anyway, but the day is young and who knows what the hell kind of evil neon dictators with his dad's face there are here ) but he's got a hangover from hell itself and standing up is currently taking most of his willpower. ]

Ow. Jesus.

[ somebody should really ask him why he's got a laserdisc stuck to his back. that'll go over real well.

absently, almost to himself: ] Shit, where's Quorra?

Re: sam flynn » tron: legacy » ABOUT WHAT, SAM. SHOULD I TELL DAD? :3

[a_perfect_end]

[First: there's no way this is Sacrosanct, and his wearable is gone. Second: he woke up covered in something awful. It's definitely filthy enough to be a User environment. At least he doesn't need to breathe, or he might have inhaled whatever this is. It's got to be inert, but he's so sore his circuits ache, and that's not making it any easier to process data about his surroundings.

He's just going to lay here and ignore the light and the goop and that irritating voice.]

Beat it. [It's a groan.] I got five more micros.

[Wait. That irritating voice. It's rougher than usual, but: potential match identified, within 98%.]

Oh, man, come on...

[Which is about the instant he realizes his circuits ache because there's nothing covering them.]

Your ISO girlfriend? She's probably wherever you left your pants.

christopher ahearn » original

[aortic]

[ amazingly, this is not the worst morning christopher has ever had, but it's slowly making its way into the top five.

the tube was atrocious, second only to the part where he ended up herded like cattle through to a group shower—one with cattle, even, which would be more disconcerting if he wasn't simultaneously nauseated and starving—and the terribly industrial jumpsuit in his locker.

the only comfort is that ivan hasn't made an appearance as of yet, which means that he's relatively certain that things won't completely fall apart in his absence. since the communications device in his locker seems both outdated and horrifically inadequate ( gabriel would have a fit, presumably, but christopher is more than happy to just ignore it instead ) and there's a rather large group of humans milling around, the solution seems obvious: time to go and make friends. ]

Excuse me—[ yes he does mean you, and yes he does expect an answer ]—where can I find the captain of this... vessel?

[ congratulations, tranquility; you are now in possession of one (1) distinctly unhappy vampire. ]


ooc | long story short, this is chris and he is a vampire from a world where blah blah everyone lives underground and vampires are in charge now because humans fucked it up real good hundreds of years ago. he is generally competent, very frazzled, and also a teeny bit racist against humans (speciesist?). oops.

told you this was going to be messy.

[pheromoned]

[ as a general thing, this is probably the worst morning valentina has ever had as either kiev or just in general.

she's not a big fan of being shoved into pods full of goo and it's only because she's got her powers on lock that she doesn't, in a fit of anger just decide that everyone deserves to be inflicted with her power. but it's a really close thing. kind of.

christopher, however, oh man, no you need to back up because the girl wants to get in her clothes and nap and maybe figure out why she saw the british and the american members of the order here because ew. ]

You really want me to answer that?

[ no, no you do not. ]

loras tyrell | a song of ice and fire

[floridity]

[It isn't the worst day of his life, but that says more about his priorities than the matter at hand. It's thoroughly unpleasant on every possible level. Finding himself in a situation he hadn't properly prepared for is one thing; he's not unfamiliar with that. But this — he doesn't even have a frame of reference for whatever this is, and his pride stings stubbornly at the thought of admitting to something that feels so much like helplessness.]

[Standing up still feels like an ordeal, but he has managed (and remarkably quickly! but then, he's a Tyrell — it's probably in his blood) to find his clothes — white — and what remains of his dignity, and made himself presentable. If he has that, at least, he might not be completely lost.]

YES GOOD not that i have this post tracked or anything

[prince]

[ new arrivals always look particularly disconcerted, but at least the one arthur's got his eye on has managed to find his locker all right. his clothes are of a familiar enough cut to make arthur bold — when he sees people who don't dress modernly, he goes out of his way to talk to them. for his part, arthur is in breeches and tunic, carrying his chainmail in a clanking sack. though he'd prefer to be wearing it, he can't get the straps tight enough without merlin, and merlin's busy wrangling his horse. ]

Managing all right?