[open] channeling angels in a new age, now.

[priorly]

Who: Prior Walter (priorly) & you??
What: Catch all logs for October!
When: October!
Where: various
Warning(s): language, likely mention of terminal illness (AIDS). Adult themes?
Notes: Please PM me if you'd like a starter, or feel free to wildcard me anytime.

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[politrick]

[After everything else, Merlin can't actually consider something like angels strange just because he's never seen one - and he's known seers, several of them! So. Close enough?

But dragons, dragons are good.]

No, they just act like angry old men. And the one I helped hatch from its egg had been in that egg for hundreds of years. If a baby's hundreds of years old, then it stands to reason my friend is... well, getting on in years.

[priorly]

Hundreds of years? Unbearable. Personally I've always imagined my nine months to have been interminably dull. Nothing but my parents arguing and new age whale music to keep me occupied.

[As if all this is normal, really, even if there's something deep in Prior's psyche lightly screaming about how crazy this is. He's here, so either it's real or there's some kind of traumatic brain injury he'll never come back from: might as well make the best of the hallucinations.]

Are there many dragons in England, then?

[politrick]

[whale music... Truly, everything Prior says is a mystery. Merlin manages a- chuckle? He hopes that's supposed to be funny.]

Just two left. [a beat] And it's Albion, but I suppose someone could have changed the name in, oh, centuries.

[priorly]

Albion. [Prior's turn to look confused, although... maybe in a movie?]

No, I think I've heard of that. It's weird, right? How I'm hundreds of years in your future, and in this future things have swung right back your way. I feel... constantly out of my depth.