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[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

Oh no...

No, no, no!

[There's a very loud whirring sound that sounds a bit... muffled somehow. Possibly many whirring sounds. It's safe to assume that whatever they are, they are not a good sign.]

Please turn off, please! Uhhh...

[Frantic clicks and snaps and maybe a little pounding of a fist against something large and metal can be heard, but the whirring continues with a few added wet slosh sounds until finally, every sound comes to a halt.]

Bloody machines. Maybe you really are evil.

[Did you plan to do laundry tonight? That's going to be a problem. Merlin has claimed all three washing machines and effectively overloaded them. Soap bubbles have seeped out, flooding the entirety of the laundry room, and has seeped out into the hallway a bit.

You know you want to point and laugh.]

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[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[...He doesn't want to say. He knows what the reaction is going to be.]

A box in each. [vaguely gestures with his hands the average-sized box of Tide]

But you have to admit, it does smell like Mountain Fresh Air in here, yeah?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[...Maybe Arthur is right] Ah...maybe if the mountains were covered in soap...

You should...probably just stick to the instructions next time.

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[NO HE'S NEVER RIGHT. Technology is new, okay? Surely Allen did his own fair share of stupid things with modern technology, right?]

Come on. We don't have these monstrosities in Camelot. You can't expect me to get it right the first time, can you?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

No, I didn't expect that. I know adjusting to these things can be difficult. Just...never had anyone do..this really.

[And he'll start slowly moving towards the washing machine, carefully since it's slippery]

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

You know what they say: There's a first time for everything.

[Meanwhile, Merlin manages to crawl toward the machine and grab onto it, using it to pull himself up and keep himself steady. He exhales a breath. It's not so bad, right? In fact, it was a bit silly. But this was nothing he couldn't clean up.

Once he's alone, of course.]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I guess so...

[Oh Merlin you poor thing sdfjkljdsf. Allen soon enough makes it to the washer and...pushes it away from the wall with ease, unplugging the cord!]

That's one down!

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[Exhaling in relief that at least one of them won't come back to life, he begins to survey the damage. With all of his rags in the wash, he's left with little to clean up the mess.

He... doesn't want to, but he begins to remove his jacket.]

Suppose I should start on cleaning this up while you take care of the machines.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He'll glance back at him]

Um...sure! If you'd like to do that.

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[He makes a mental note to remember to wash his jacket the old fashioned way when this is through.

He opens the jacket, draping it over a mound of soap bubbles, which pops them all as the jacket sinks to the floor where he will begin to wipe up the mess as best as he can.]

Thanks for the help. Really.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it, it's no trouble.

[And as he's moving that second washer out of the way, he notices what Merlin is doing. Hmmm...]

So you really don't use magic, huh?

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[What kind of question is that?! He's grateful he's turned away from Allen or he would likely see the perplexed look on his face.]

If you mean, am I going to ask the castle to clean up my own mess? Nah. I've got a handle on this. Besides, I don't much feel like asking anything of the same entity that's holding us here.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

No, I mean...did anyone tell you about the legends yet?

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[Scrubbin' the floor, doing his thing.]

Legends? What legends?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

About King Arthur and the people of Camelot.

It's been well over a thousand year, but people still know the stories about it. I've heard them since I was a child.

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[He keeps his eyes on the sudsy floor.]

That so? I hope Arthur hasn't heard of them yet. The last thing he needs is another reason to inflate his ego.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[a soft amused snort] He's heard them, but he considers them all to be rubbish. Puts him in a bad mood just mentioning them. Which after a thousand years, it's no surprise they've been distorted so much.

But in the legends, it says that Merlin is the most powerful sorcerer to ever have lived. So...don't be surprised if people start asking about magic.

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[That gets him to slow his movements slightly, but he continues on]

Me? A sorcerer? I almost wish I was. It'd certainly make cleaning this mess a lot easier, right?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Allen meanwhile is working unplugging the other washer! He'll humor you boy]

Mm, I suppose so!

...Then again, you were also extremely old in them, so that probably would be a disadvantage.

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[He manages a chuckle.]

And I am definitely not old. At least, I don't look old, do I?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[A small laugh]

Not at all. You even look younger than me, don't worry. [ :>>> ]

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[Hey, thanks!--wait.]

I wouldn't go that far. How old are you, anyway?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[And there's some movement as the last washer is getting shoved away]

I'm twenty.

[I JUST LOOK YOUNG OKAY]

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[Okay, NOW he stops his scrubbing.]

No. Seriously?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Seriously! I just turned twenty last month!

[justmerlin.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles, shaking his head.]

I'm sorry, Allen, but you don't look a day over fifteen.