[Semi-Closed]

[ofthursday]

Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

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[ OPEN ][ DAY 128 - 131 ]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur's staying focused as he always is during any siege he's fought off, ignoring his own wounds to see after others and doing his best to eliminate threats without shedding any unnecessary blood. You can fight alongside him, call him an idiot for all the various reasons he is a capital I Idiot, or pretty much anything, to be honest. He is here For You. :|b ]

Day 131 STOP BEING STUPID.

[marrying]

[Daphne has pretty much been instructed to stay at New Camelot or Team Free Will, but no one said anything about going back and forth between the two. And it's in this journey to check on people that she's managed to catch Arthur by the arm with a slight frown.]

You're hurt.

[:C]

I'M A MAN IT'S WHAT I DO.

[pratentious]

[ They've managed to keep the area relatively clear of the Taken between carting people to and from the houses, but with the city cast into perpetual night, Arthur is tense enough to flinch away at the touch and shine his light on her out of reflex. ]

Daphne.

[ He sighs in relief, lowering the light. ]

I'm sorry. It's nothing, really. You ought to be inside.

WHY IS EVERY MAN IN HER LIFE AN IDIOT oh right she married into the winchesters

[marrying]

[She blinks a few times as the light gets flashed into her eyes before she tosses him her very best exasperated expression, but it comes out a little tired.]

Let me see.

[She extends a hand, lips pursed.]

I can heal some of it and mend the rest the old fashioned way.

yes w2g there mom sure did pick a winner :|b

[pratentious]

[ Arthur holds still for her as she looks him over. There isn't anything too dire anymore, though the cuts and blood-stained links in his chainmail won't be repaired until after the Darkness leaves. He tries for a light smile. ]

Our old fashioned or yours? If there's to be anything like Gaius' salves, I think I'll suffer the wounds.

he's cute what can she say

[marrying]

[His light smile is returned with a genuine one of her own, though she's still checking around to see if he's okay.]

My old fashioned, so I'm betting it would be a modern medical miracle to you.

Have you ever had stitches?

it's dem baby blues. Arthur knows how that goes. /kanye

[pratentious]

[ Look, Arthur is the best son. He doesn't even snerk at the alliteration in that. ]

Many times, yes. I don't suppose one of your modern miracles has made them obsolete by chance?

castiel's are prettier C:

[marrying]

No, but the healing time is a lot faster, I imagine.

[Once she's healed what she can, she crosses her arms, looking at him imploringly.]

Have you slept at all since this started?

wow rude w/e w/e

[pratentious]

[ He shifts awkwardly, looking perfectly chastised. ]

I, erm. I got ... some sleep. The ... first night.

[ So on Day 128, ayep. ]

DAY 128

[foodshortage]

[Arthur really don't be an idiot do you want daddy-lectures?

AHEM.

So Uther found Lancelot and demanded to be taken to Arthur, and Lancelot is at least a good person who does what he's told. And Uther is grateful, he really is, no matter if he really expresses it or not. Especially when he sees Arthur outside his... well, his home, as he calls it, and Uther just breathes a big sigh of relief and immediately marches towards him.

Whatever tension and issues there are between them be damned.]

Arthur! I was so worried.

[So, so worried. Of course he doesn't doubt Arthur's fighting abilities or something, but these things are out of the ordinary and he can't really help it. He always worries when Arthur's fighting, even if only barely.]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur has been in a flurry of motion after waking up to find Morgana incapable of waking and ???'s post on the network. He's ran about getting Mithian from her Welcome Hall and bringing her to New Camelot for safety, asking Guinevere to look after them both, trying to coordinate his men in light of Gwaine's departure and -

- and all the while, he's been panicking quietly over what to do in the case of the King. Mithian's words haven't left him by any means, and the sudden furor hasn't helped anything but to make it all worse. So when he sees Uther, there isn't relief but rather an easing of the tension in his chest. ]

Father. Thank God.

[ He holds his hand out to grip Uther's forearm, but should he take it, Arthur will pull him into a (somewhat desperate) hug. Shut up, okay? ]

[foodshortage]

[Uther isn't sure what to expect from coming here, so whatever happens he has every intention of not really questioning it. Things are too difficult and complicated for that and things are best left not thinking too hard about. Aren't they?

At least, right now they're not.

And they don't do hugs, not really, but he doesn't resist - and not only because he doesn't really find room to through the slight surprise - because he almost had half a mind to do so anyway. He's returning it, even, and definitely not saying a thing it's ok.]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur holds Uther in this one armed embrace until he solid and sure beneath him, very much and undeniably alive, before pulling away with a clap to his father's shoulder. ]

I'm glad to see you're well.

[ And then he'll release Uther's forearm to look about the area. ]

We ought to go inside, it's not safe out here.

[foodshortage]

["Well" is debatable, really, but physically well, certainly, and that's enough right now. With a light smile, he claps Arthur's back in return and nods. Not safe, indeed.]

Of course.

[It hits him that he's never actually been inside Arthur's new home. That situation hasn't really arisen on his own and he... never asked, before everything got complicated.

He is, perhaps, a little curious, even with the circumstances.]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur doesn't even stop to consider it under the circumstances. Their home has been a place of sanctuary from the grasps of Camelot and Uther on a far more strict level, but now it is simply a safe haven in the midst of battle. He leads his father in without thinking once on it. The condition of the house itself is much the same as that of the other, but personalised with vases of flowers and a huge table to seat the small cavalry that is their home, the little personal effects of those living under its roof. Everything is in a certain state of disarray with the sudden rise to arms, but underneath it all, it's - well, it's a home. ]

Those that have fallen victim to this new illness do not appear particularly coherent under its effects, so we've yet to have need for barricading the doors and windows.

[ He gives a basic rundown, the state of things as he would in any Council meeting, as he grabs two glasses of water for them. ]

We're preparing for the worst, though. The living room should become an infirmary before long.

[foodshortage]

[It looks like a bigger version of the state of the citizens' homes, what Uther's seen of that, and it's almost... odd. Not necessarily in a bad way, just odd.

He nods while he listens to Arthur, even as he walks around to have a closer look.]

Who will be in charge of taking care of the wounded?

[pratentious]

Princess Mithian and Guinevere will be remaining here to see to those unfit for battle. As I gather, there are various other safe houses being erected across the city as well.

[ He comes back from the kitchen to offer a glass to Uther. ]

Merlin and Castiel will be moving with us to heal on the field when we can't make it to safe ground quickly enough.

[ There is nothing resigned or dodgy about the way Arthur says this, no hint or infliction to show any sort of hesitance toward the idea. As plain and simple as any other strategy: we will have magic with us in this fight. ]

[Day 130 (I think) Open to debate!]

[holmes_fanatic]

[One of the first things that Conan learnt about detective work is projection. If you act like you know what you're doing and that you belong in a place, people are less likely to eject you. It is somewhat less effective when you look seven, but it still holds true around Asgard.

If you look like you know where you're going and you have a plan, people are less likely to stop you.

Which is why this seven-year-old is just casually marching past you with a lantern and a backpack, Arthur (and/or Merlin). Nothing to see here, nope.]

8| dammit, Conan!

[pratentious]

[ And it very nearly works - Arthur passes over him completely as he's scanning the area, then doubles back when he recognises that tiny little head of hair. His brows furrow and he purses his lips into a tight line, walking up behind him to latch onto the handle of the backpack. Far more effective than telling him to stop. ]

Correct me if I'm wrong, Conan, but I'm fairly certain I told you to go home. And to stay there.

[holmes_fanatic]

[Sudden resistance to his movement, feet going nowhere, Arthur's voice at his back -- Conan comes to the conclusion that he severely miscalculated the Prince's feelings of responsibility towards the broader Asgard community.

Conan tugs at his backpack, continuing trying to walk.]

Ah ... that was yesterday, Arthur-san ...

[pratentious]

[ A wise conclusion, young man. Arthur keeps his grip steady and gives nothing through Conan's struggling. ]

And seeing as the threat still stands today, so too do my instructions. It's dangerous out here, you know that.

[holmes_fanatic]

[How nostalgic. This is almost exactly like dealing with Kogorou, only Conan still has his feet on the ground, even if he is going nowhere.]

I've taken precautions, you know! And I've got somewhere important to be.

[pratentious]

[ He sighs heavily. ]

Go on, then. Let's have it. What could possibly be so important as to warrant being out in the middle of all this?

[holmes_fanatic]

There's a builder's yard in Thor with the supplies to make fireworks -- you saw the one's Rapunzel-neechan made at the festival, right?

Morning Day 130

[sublimity]

[Peter finds and joins Arthur soon after their conversation. He, too, is doing his best to keep the casualties minimal. At best, he manages to either knock the Taken out with the brunt of his sword, or to chase them away with the torch he is holding.]