[action - library]

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[In the library Merlin was staring at one of the computers. He'd wanted to look at the books (they'd said that he couldn't go home, but Merlin wasn't sure if he believed him. In any case, he had to try and find a way back to Camelot, and maybe something in them would help him understand this bizarre place), but when he'd asked the keeper of the library they'd told him that the catalogue was in one of these strange magic boxes. They had to be magic, because one side of each box glowed.

Merlin had no idea how he was supposed to get this catalogue out of the magic box though. Did it need a spell? But they'd said that people didn't like 'unnatural powers' here, and Merlin wasn't going to use magic when he didn't know what would happen if he did.

Gingerly, he poked at the glowing thing. Nothing happened.]

Open?

[he poked it again]

...Please?

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[fucksseriously.livejournal.com]

[ Jade wanders into the library, a look tantamount to rapture on her face. So many books! So many things to read! This is basically the coolest thing ever. Maybe they even have books that could hint at how to make a homebrew version of her transportalizer, it shouldn't be too hard if she can make a miniature reactor-

-ooh! There's someone poking at a computer. She watches in mute fascination - oh god, were humans always this dumb? No, that's a mean way to think about it. Incompetent! That's better- no, wait, humans can't be that incompetent, Rose and Dave- David are human and they totally rock! Which means maybe this person is just incredibly dumb. Or maybe it's a paradox space thing. Huh.

She approaches slowly, stopping a good few meters behind him and waiting around awkwardly for a moment. After that pause- ]

Um, you look like you are having some trouble! Do you need any help?

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[Merlin immediately steps back, his hand half raised as he watches Jade warily. He doesn't know exactly what she is, but she had grey skin. And horns. Orange horns. She had to be a creature of magic, and in Merlin's experience they could be pretty dangerous]

What are you?

[fucksseriously.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm a troll! Which means that to you, I am an alien. From outer space!

[ She's just going to be over here, blissfully unaware of how any of this could possibly be misconstrued. Cheerfully pointing at the monitor- ]

It's a good start, but most computers don't understand it when you ask them things out loud! You have to use other methods, silly.

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You're a troll?! [Now Merlin's really on guard. But something's not right]

You don't look like a troll. [and she doesn't actually smell like one either] What do you mean, you're an alien?

[He shoots a suspicious look at the magic box. The troll apparently understands how it works, but he can't trust a troll.]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

Hyahyahya! You cannot taste a dish with your fingers! Only the tongue can sense the basic flavors of the ingredients!

[This comment comes from the cheerful demon who seems to have appeared literally out of nowhere, in the way of all helpful mentor types.]

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[Merlin stares. It's amazing - he doesn't think he's ever heard a sentence that made less sense than that one.]

...Right.

You know, I might just...come back later. [when there were no crazy people around]

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

If you leave the dish to simmer in its own spices, when you return you will find it burns your tongue even more!

What's giving you trouble?

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[this person's mind must be addled, so Merlin speaks slowly] ...Okay. But I'm not cooking anything. I'm just trying to get the box to open.

[tromba-d-aria.livejournal.com]

Um.... are you having trouble using the computer?

[Her ears twitched rather curiously, she thought most people know in the garden were at least marginally better than her about it...]

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You mean the magic box? [Merlin glances at it, then smiles sheepishly]

You wouldn't happen to know how to open it, would you?

[tromba-d-aria.livejournal.com]

Oh... um... you can't open them, you type out what you want to learn from the computer.

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What do you mean, 'type out what you want'? [this was not something they did in Camelot]

[rossoassassino.livejournal.com]

[Ezio watches him with growing amusement.]

You seem to have more problem than me with these things.

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[well, it's not like Merlin is new to people laughing at his ineptitude]

Is there some kind of secret trick to this? I don't have to pass some kind of special test just to get it to open, do I?

[rossoassassino.livejournal.com]

Negazione, you - [ Motions towards the power button.] press this, Signore.

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[Nega-what? (Was that a spell? Didn't sound like any Merlin knew) He stares at the screen, and then draws back when it lights up.

He whispers to Ezio, as if talking too loudly might aggravate the box] What is it doing?

[moirailcompass]

[Have a small giggle coming from behind you, Merlin]

It's not voice activated. You need to use the keyboard.

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[Merlin spins around wildly. Grey skin, orange horns...just like someone he'd met earlier...]

You! You're a...troll. Kind of troll. [Not at all like the troll Merlin had met, but definitely someone to watch warily] ...What's a keyboard?

[moirailcompass]

Yup, yup. That's right. [Don't worry, Merlin. Nepeta is the incredibly are and elusive nice troll.]

The keyboard is that board with all the buttons with the letters and numbers on it. [She indicates with her hand]

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Hey, I'm not sure that's going to work...

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[Merlin's hoping Emil knows more about this thing, because he certainly has no clue whatsoever]

Do you know how to open it?

[notspentinvain.livejournal.com]

I don't think you're supposed to open it. Um...turn it on, maybe? Except I'm not sure how to do that.

[laughafterme]

[Don't mind Pinkie Pie, walking past the computer being poked at. Also, don't mind the bucket on her head filled with chocolate milk and a hose coming from it.]

That's not how you open it! [Sips from that hose. Fresh chocolate milk from the sky.]

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[Merlin double takes, although he's not quite sure what he's double taking at more - the fact that this girl has pink hair, the bucket on her head, or that she's drinking some sort of brown liquid from a tube. He settles for not thinking about it further and just staring at her with a dumbfounded expression instead.

Said dumfounded staring continues for at least a few moments before Merlin finally manages to say something.]

...why do you have pink hair and a bucket on your head?

[laughafterme]

[OH! A staring contest! Pinkie is staring right back. Who's gonna blink first?!]

Because I do! [That's logical enough or her, and it makes total sense.] Why do YOU not have pink hair and a bucket on your head?