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I'm going to try something. It requires your participation! And perhaps some sparkly text:
~*ROUND-ROBIN COMMENTFIC PARTY!!*~
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
That's right! Right here on this post. Here's how it works, I think:
1. Anyone can reply to this post with commentfic. Anyone can start, and anyone can continue. That's right, even you!
2. Any genre, any ship, any fandom. Crossovers okay!
3. One commentfic thread is allowed to branch off into several commentfic threads. TITS, you can click 'Reply to This' at any point in an established thread.
4. You can comment with just one sentence, or you can go up to the character limit. If you exceed the character limit, post two comments. Whatever.
5. Threads will go for as long as they have to.
6. If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
These guidelines will be added to/modified as the situation arises. Questions/concerns? Go!
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The streets of Camelot are stuffed with a volume of revelers unseen since the last time the Narnians were here. When Arthur lifted the ban on magic, his people embraced it as he has. The Narnians are well-loved in Camelot, what with their habit of bringing a retinue of talking animals, which amused the children, and party-mongering fauns, which amused everyone else. Now they are back, and there are rumors of a new treaty to increase Camelot's prosperity, and a festival in the square later this week where the tree-women will dance their wild dances.
From a high window of the castle, two people watch the procession, unsmiling.
"Are you sure?" Merlin asks, though he knows better than to doubt Morgana by now. There's just a part of him - a large part - that doesn't want to believe her on this.
"I saw them in my dream," she says.
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