[mostly open, some closed, option 3: potion making]

[politrick]

Who: Merlin and you!!!! And some closed threads.
What: Event part 1 stuff, feat. potion making primarily
When: The days following the explosion
Where: The Institute & around town
Warning(s): he totally voms in one but that's it

in town

[There's something about crowds that makes the people in them compulsively crash into Merlin, he's sure. He's gangly but he's hard to miss for how tall he is, so really, it's just annoying now how often he has to shoulder past someone who walks into him without even trying to move out of the way. Come on.

Just now, a poorly-aligned shoulder smacking into his arm has caused him to drop a box, which spills what looks like medical supplies out onto the street.]

Oh, that's great. No, don't stop! Keep going! This is entirely my fault and not yours! Nobody needs these urgently!

[yeah that person is long gone, sorry Merlin]

incredibly crap potions, cw: vom

[Here's Merlin at the Institute—Dorian let him in and Merlin promptly dashed off to mess around with potion-making largely by himself, which is precisely what he was asked not to do, so you might catch him hastily explaining where he's supposed to be to some other staff member who really doesn't have time for this right now—

Or you'll find him in a room hard at work, mixing potions to try and relieve some of this awful sickness for the victims. He isn't sick, himself; reckless as he is, he has no intentions of purposely making himself ill when he can avoid it. He's seen what getting sick can do to someone in just a few days, especially when no one seems to know what's going on - people die from goddamn head colds in Camelot, Merlin is not fucking around.

But he kind of is. With the potions. Either you're just witnessing this or he actually asked you to stop and watch him in case something really bad happens when he pours a few mouthfuls of his latest experiment and immediately tips it back all at once. The faces he makes are unbelievable, and almost all of them come right before he politely excuses himself, turns away, and retches into a waste bin. Gross.]

Hand me— [He says, into the bin,] Hand me a clean rag, will you?

sneakin

[Here's another thing Merlin has to do, since he wants to get as much done with as little stopping to explain himself as possible: break into whatever store rooms and unlocked offices he can find. He needs more materials and he really doesn't want to stop and wait to explain why he's trying to mix some of these things—

But he'll inevitably get caught, whether by someone who knows something is not right in here or someone who just walks in. Merlin freezes, hands full of jars of something or other, and looks up.]

What are you doing in here? I'm busy; go on.

[What. Merlin. No.]

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