[This is obviously what having a breakdown actually feels like. Right now it's the only explanation Merlin can even come up with as he stands in the doorway and surveys the room, taking in the cheap looking ornaments and eggs laying around. Waking up on the floor of the hallway had been a shocker, something that had the agent gritting his teeth and moving forwards as he tried to wrap his head around it. Apparently it's an ongoing process as every time Merlin found a different place it simply reasserted itself as something not remotely possible. A kidnapping would have had different hallmarks at the very least.
The tall male has at least managed to find his room (404) and dump his suitcase. Inside were clothes, clipboard and hair cream. The same conclusion had flitted through his head as it had many others; whomever had done this knew who they were grabbing. At least it means his hands are free and Merlin stares at a nearby egg, gently picking it up and turning it over in his hands as he frowns at it. Looks like an easter egg, the kind bought at any supermarket for a few quid. A slight shake and the thing rattles quietly and Merlin simply keeps hold of it for now. Maybe something sweet later on would go down well, not that he intends to hang around long enough. How often did this place do things like this? Was this normal for this hotel or was even this event odd and unusual for such a place? There are so many questions right now that Merlin will stand back, watching everyone else as he slowly turns the egg over in his hands as he thinks things through. It's the only course of action for the immediate moment, to gather his thoughts and wits without the need to ask stupid questions. those are just the absolute pits.]
Ballroom. Pre-eggsplosions.
The tall male has at least managed to find his room (404) and dump his suitcase. Inside were clothes, clipboard and hair cream. The same conclusion had flitted through his head as it had many others; whomever had done this knew who they were grabbing. At least it means his hands are free and Merlin stares at a nearby egg, gently picking it up and turning it over in his hands as he frowns at it. Looks like an easter egg, the kind bought at any supermarket for a few quid. A slight shake and the thing rattles quietly and Merlin simply keeps hold of it for now. Maybe something sweet later on would go down well, not that he intends to hang around long enough. How often did this place do things like this? Was this normal for this hotel or was even this event odd and unusual for such a place? There are so many questions right now that Merlin will stand back, watching everyone else as he slowly turns the egg over in his hands as he thinks things through. It's the only course of action for the immediate moment, to gather his thoughts and wits without the need to ask stupid questions. those are just the absolute pits.]