480. well that's just awkward

[want_to_jog]

You Should Have Knocked
So everyone has had this moment in their life, the one where they were so impatient or absent minded they went flinging a door open when they really shouldn't have. Sometimes its not your fault, how could you know your housemate and his girlfriend were having sex on the kitchen table!? Othertimes someone was in the bathroom

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5 (care to choose what Arthur's embarrassing hobby is?)

[aintno_grave]

[Technically, the Doctor didn't barge in. The TARDIS did. Her occupant, however, will be out in a mo (after he's picked out the right hat).

Ignore the big, blue police box and go back to what you were doing.]

[aintno_grave]

No it's not! But it's suuuure is fun!

[He always loves this bit; the TARDIS in flight, her passengers thrashing about the place trying to find hold on something. Suddenly, the TARDIS stops moving, the air inside silent and electric. He leans against the control panel, an innocent smile on his face, eyes carefully on Arthur.]

[lordpratdragon]

[Once they've stopped moving, Arthur doesn't budge. What if they start moving again and he falls over onto his face? That would be embarrassing. He glances over at the Doctor, waiting for some signal that they're not going to move again, and when he believes it he slowly starts to stand.]

And what are you so smug about then? You know you'll be in prison for this.

Such an attractive icon.

[aintno_grave]

[Oh! That'd complete his card! (Get thrown in a prison from every century and get a free Jiggleberry smoothie!) He nudges his head to the door, still smiling and a hint of a challenge in his eyes.]

Dare you to open the door.

What can he say, he's got princly features, that one.

[lordpratdragon]

[With a stubborn frown, he crosses his arms over his chest again. This time, with enough focus on the posture of his legs not to go flying if they move again.]

I will not. Besides, what could be outside there except for the sights of Hampshire?

[Oh, but the dare is so tempting, and it's obvious enough in the quirk of his lips that he wants to know.]

Fit for a king!

[aintno_grave]

[Shit-eating grin; total shit-eating grin.]

And your way to freedom. I am kidnapping you, aren't I?

[lordpratdragon]

[It takes Arthur a moment of staring at the Doctor, trying to decipher the present madman, before he finally concedes.]

Alright, fine, if you're so handicapped.

[He's sure they're still within Winchester, they weren't traveling that far. He could shout and run for help if he needed to, or fight his way to freedom. What he expects is maybe a warehouse of some sort, guns, something for a kidnapping, but what he gets....is definitely not that, and it makes him stare.]

...That's not possible.

Dude... ever hear that the Seventh Doc is actually Merlin?

[aintno_grave]

And, yet, totally is.

[He had set the TARDIS on random (still on Earth though). They had landed in Winchester, in the year 3429, when England is experiencing a great revival in the popularity of knights, courtly love, and all that jazz. Kids running around with laser swords pretending to be King Arthur or Sir Lancelot, slaying dragons, winning the heart of beautiful princesses. A flying car wheezes on by as he steps behind Arthur.]

Go on then.

No! O: That's just magical.

[lordpratdragon]

[Arthur's always had a love-hate relationship with Arthurian legend. He knows his namesake well enough, and had even pretended to be him as a child, but there is only so much teasing a child can handle. Now he's an adult, the jokes have gotten old, but he still feels a sort of uncomfortable familiarity with the myths, deep inside, like they are a part of who he is. His jaw is tight as he listens to two children play nearby, arguing that Gwenevere doesn't have to be a girl, and Lancelot doesn't have to be a boy.

He's overwhelmed, by the conversation and, of course, the fact that he's obviously in the future.

He doesn't faint or freak out though, because that's not how he handles surprise. Instead he collects himself and looks over at the Doctor again.]

...So you have a time machine.

[aintno_grave]

Mm-hm. [Still smiling, but as a flash of realization crosses over his features, he frowns.] You're handling this quite well, y'know.

[lordpratdragon]

I'm not. [It's really just his ability to remained contained and controlled in times of stress.] This is terrifying.

[aintno_grave]

I've had people faint, people cry... some have even hit me before! Which really isn't very nice at all. By the way, I never caught your name.

[lordpratdragon]

I can't promise you that I won't hit you. [It's the first thing he's said to the Doctor with a twinge of humor, mostly because he doesn't feel quite like he's been kidnapped anymore.]

Lord Arthur Pendragon, and the irony's not lost on me, no.

[aintno_grave]

Oh. [The Doctor's face drops at his name. Should he bow or something? He is a Pendragon after all (and an Arthur as well). If his ancestry has any indication then the man in fount of him will become very great indeed.] Well, it's very nice to meet you -- sire.

[Yeah, that seems like a good thing to say. (Seriously Doctor? Met Queen Elizabeth (I, II, X), Queen Victoria, King John, and King Henry VIII, and you're getting nervous around the future King Arthur?)]

[lordpratdragon]

[Arthur finally turns to look away from the brave new world in front of him to the Doctor, as if the Doctor has just clucked like a chicken and laid an egg, or grown four more heads out of his arm.]

What on earth are you calling me sire for?

[If only he knew who he had been once upon a time, how the irony was not irony at all, then maybe he would be less baffled by this reaction, but as it is...he's just the son of a Marquis, not the bloody prince.]

[aintno_grave]

I didn't call you that. [Denial is not just a river in Egypt. Tiiiiime to change the subject!] Hey, lookie that! [He points to a robotic dog, circling a bush, and walks towards it.] I had a robot dog once, you know.