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Josiah 'Doc' Scurlock ([personal profile] scurlock) wrote2008-02-11 12:16 am

oom : room 25

Doc's room is a bit smaller than Merlin's when it comes to actual space and size. And while there are no supplies for an artist, there is definitely space for creative expression. There is a desk against the far wall with a few stacks of papers sitting on it, an inkwell and some pens. Books full of poetry by the works of Poe and Shakespeare and Keats are scattered on the small bedside table. His pistol hangs in his holster on one of the bedposts at the foot of th ebed.

The bed is also smaller than Merlin's but still big enough for two people. There is a dresser with mirror, and several small folded paper cranes sit on the surface. One corner holds a wooden crate with broken odds and ends that look like they could have come from a ship, and a wooden cask with stopper. Another corner holds his rifle, a longbow (nothing special, merely a practice bow) as well as a sword (again, merely a practice sword with dulled edges and dings). There is a plasma TV too and DVD player (which was quite the adventure to set up) but Doc is interested in none of these things as he walks in the door.

Instead he carefully peels himself out of his t-shirt and tosses it aside, holding onto the doorframe to the bathroom for support.

(Unknown to him there is a bruise shaped like a handprint on his right shoulder, where a grip held him tight against the struggle.)

Another moment before he can move again and then he turns the sink on, cold, and splashes himself in the face with the water.

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It is, on a first cursory examination, a room more suited to Doc than Merlin. That is to say, it is filled with things that a not-so-ordinary outlaw would find necessary or attractive. The bow is one of the first things that catches the sorcerer's eye and he resolves to talk Doc into practice at some point.

When they both aren't injured, for instance.

And on the subject of being injured, Merlin is across the room in three strides to manuver Doc away from his own sink so he can rummage around for a wash cloth and anything that might look like a medical kit. He's very carefully not looking at the hand-shaped bruise.

"You get into almost as much trouble as I do, Jo."

Also, Doc may have a new nickname.

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are so fucking drugged that you just made sense. Just stay where you are for another minute...." Merlin comes to the conclusion that there is no medkit in this room. He mutters a phrase that compares whoever did this to Doc with the back end of a horse.

"Nothing, it's not important. We don't know how much they gave you, or even what they gave you, so I don't even know how long it's going to take for you to come down off this."

After rubbing his eyes with a hand, Merlin reaches out to place his hands on Doc's shoulders. "Hi, my name is Merlin and I'll be your warden, roommate, big brother ... whatever you want to call me... until you're sane. I noticed a tv in the other room. We can watch movies."

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm a computer genius," Merlin snorts. "One tiny little dvd player isn't going to get the better of----what?" His fingers may tighten, just a fraction, on Doc's shoulders. It may also taken him a long span of seconds to remember how to breathe.

"It is the drugs talking, Jo. But that's okay. I'm still not going to take advantage of you in this state."

All he has to do is get Doc into the other room, onto the bed and then he'll figure out what sort of entertainment system the man has. He might even conjure up some movies so he doesn't have to leave him alone.

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jo..." It does not help that Merlin can hear himself turn that one name into a caress. The sane thing to do would be locking Doc into his own room fur the duration of the drugs and just sit outside the door.

But it wouldn't be the right thing to do. And he can't even believe he's actually thinking this through. It's only after Merlin realizes that he's watching Doc's lips curl around that cigarette that he finally moves, absently picking up the match and finding an ashtray to put it in.

Which he then sets near Doc.

"No, you've got it all wrong, Doc. I'm not safe. At all. No idea what I'm capable of..." The sorcerer needs to shatter those illusions right now before Doc gets anymore ideas into his head.

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin sighs, burying his face in his hands for a few frustrated moments. Doc is completely out of his mind and smoking while he's ... the sorcerer, believe it or not, has never actually been on mind-altering drugs so he's at a complete loss for what to do.

Eventually he turns away and crouches down to fiddle with the tv and dvd player, conjuring up a couple of action movies to keep Doc entertained. Only then does he carefully settle down on the other edge of the bed.

"This is Henry V. You'll like him, Doc."

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin? Is not a mind-reader. He is, however, very adept at reading expressions; you have to be to survive in the Courts where every tick of muscle could mean something different.

"I was wrong, Jo. I'm sorry. I am very safe and you can just relax."

Look, he's even going to lift an arm so Doc can scoot against him for safety purposes while they watch a Shakespeare adaption. Chosen specifically for the drugged man because he's a teacher, Merlin's hoping it catches his interest.

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-11 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin has decided to declare himself a saint. Here he is with Doc. Who happens to be shirtless. And did we mentioned drugged yet? On Doc's bed. Watching a movie. Or, at least, trying to watch a movie.

That was the plan, anyway, to watch the movie and distract Doc away from his current mindset. But the outlaw keeps running his mouth, and the outlaw's sorcerer is already too tense for his own good - his back is beginning to ache.

So...

... Merlin simply leans his head down and capture's Doc's mouth with his. THAT should shut him up nicely.

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
. . . .

What?

Merlin takes this opportunity to just stare down at Doc, his expression approximating sorcerer-caught-in-the-headlights. He's just not harmless enough to resemble a deer.

"I should ha--- what?"

[identity profile] binaried.livejournal.com 2008-02-12 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Right. In the course of, what, ten whole minutes, more or less, Merlin has been assigned the significant status of stuffed teddy bear. To be sure, others have leaned on him in a similar manner before, but the circumstances have been vastly different than this.

It takes a little while for Merlin to wrestle with his conscience, but eventually he drapes an arm around Doc and pulls him close, cheek resting against the top of his head.

Definitely no need to talk.