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voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

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[omg stop asking for food from strangers, what are they teaching kids in schools these days???]

I don't think you'll find McVities here, sis.

[she's a bit out of touch there too bro!!!

answers, so blasé:]

No harm in asking, is there?

You might get some shortbread and caramel, just chew 'em together.

[it might be a bit soggy. forgive him, he hasn't eaten in five years. ]

[one of the last things lisa ever said to anyone living was about the same. she's glad this is voice-only, now.]

Not the same thing, Kier. Besides, if they can magic us in from all over, I don't see why they can't bring us some food too.

I don't think we're really here for the biscuits, Jem.

[A little more somber. He really, really wishes Jem hadn't been brought here. One wars enough. ]

I'll ask around.

Doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Make the best of it, you know.

[she'd rather be flippant than actually think about it. consider what it means to be in another war, this one against other people instead of — instead of something that would kill you given half a chance. that was survival. what these kings and queens are asking for is something else. it appeals to her ego, thinking they must've wanted the best people for the job, but part of her knows it's not that simple.]

Don't bother if someone has the strawberry ones. Those taste like shit.

[not that she expects him to find any, but best to be prepared and all.]

[softens,]

It's not Paris, but it's not bad. Imagine what Dad'll say when he hears we've been living in a castle.

Don't think he'll believe us. He'll think we've gone proper mental.

[Not quite Paris, but he imagines this is probably far more adventurous. ]

I should get myself a sketchbook. When am I gonna get the chance to draw people with wings again?

Only because he'd be jealous.

[though maybe not a fan of the whole...look caer scima's got going on. he frowns enough whenever he pokes into jem's room for one reason or another: sure it's not too dark in here, jemima?]

You have to. They must have some around here somewhere. [failing that,] Or you could always learn how to weave.

[add another tapestRY TO THE WALLS ISN'T SHE HILARIOUS]

[THE MOST DEADPAN EXPRESSION HE CAN MUSTER: ]

Excuse you, I'm an excellent seamstress.

[Haughty, he turns to glance at the walls with a skeptical eye. They're all so ... violent. He's certain there's one in the corner of someone being decapitated? He can't imagine the time it took to weave it.

His face softens after a moment. ] Don't think dad would like it here much. Too many bad influences.

Make me some trousers then, will you?

[she's started to look into her options for fresh clothing here, and it's ridiculous. nothing against dresses and skirts, but that's not what she wants to wear all the time. they're impractical, too.]

But it's better than Roarton, yeah? For you.

[no victus, for one thing. no ula, either, nor — well, bill macy's sort. none of vicar oddie's sermons.]

Sized age twelve, right?

[he has no idea what he would have done here without you, Jem. probably freak out, forget how to tell a joke. get involved with a macho fairy and start a one man zombie revolution.

He gives it some thought. Anythings better than Roarton, probably. But he'd been so determined to be okay, to try and make a difference this time around. For Amy and for himself.

He sighs. ]

I don't know. I mean, the lack of immediate disgust is pretty refreshing. It'll be nice to turn a corner and not have to worry about seeing Gary and that ragged beard of his.

[A beat. And then, relieved: ] God, I won't have to see the Parrish council.

[Another beat. ] But we left people behind, that's sort of shit.

[He takes a deep breath, and then, gently: ]

Are you going to be okay here? I mean seriously, don't give me your 'I'm a badass' spiel.

Dick.

[she's demoting him to least favorite sibling, watch her.]

[she listens patiently as he thinks it through, quietly and then aloud. bites her tongue, even, when he mentions gary; that's a pair that'll never get on, and it's not like she doesn't understand that. doesn't mean she'd be unhappy to see him, though. he'd be a familiar face (ragged beard and all), and someone jem knows has always got her back. she trusts her brother, naturally; but it's not the same thing, is it? nothing like risking your lives together for years to build a bond.]

Thought you liked Philip?

[bit too innocently. but she follows it with a sound of assent because, yeah, it pretty much is shit.]

[to her credit, she does think about it properly. tries to, anyway, exhales and gives pause to do just that.]

Better than being in school, [she admits. then because, christ, she just told him a day ago that it's great and she's got loads of friends:] No mock exams. It's dead boring next to all this.

[and that's the truth. no one fancies going from one war to another, but at least she knows how to be a soldier. she doesn't know how to be a school girl, especially around other girls four years younger who've never had to hold a gun. don't even know how; don't have bad memories everywhere they look.]

I'll be okay, Kier. I'm used to it. [aside from the whole magical creatures and kingdoms thing.] Sort of.

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Phillip's fine. He's, just, you know, a bit misguided. He's not a bad person.

[He'll never erase the image of him carrying Amy's corpse into the GP centre from his mind. Likewise, he'll never forget that Phillip Wilson sat for almost twelve hours beside a grave, hoping she'd rise again.

Kieren doesn't know how to deal with that. He almost did the same thing with Rick, but he's too logical. He doesn't believe in miracles, not like Phillip or Simon. ]

[He let's out a sigh. Gently, he says: ]

Being used to it doesn't mean you're fine, Jem. How are your nightmares?

[One day he'll realise there's a privacy option. For now, he tries to approach this tactfully. ]

There's loads of people here who've - [killed people. Been through wars, just like you. ] Who've got similar experiences. You should talk to them.

[He pinches his brow. ] Just - be careful, yeah?

[she makes a disbelieving sound, none too flattering. more the sort of thing she'd've done back when he'd first arrived than now, but it's not as though she's a different person now much as she looks it.]

Be careful? What are you going to say next, 'don't talk to strangers?'

[nightmares are the same, of course, exactly the fucking same; but she's not about to admit that, least of all to a locket. asking the imps for extra towels was embarrassing enough. at least the castle walls are thick and people mind their own business.

except her brother. but that's always been the case.]

[Dry: ]

Don't talk to strangers.

[Don't accept caramel biscuits from strangers. Kieren feels like he's going backwards as a person; except instead of fear backing his sarcasm, he's got a short fuse and endless impatience for bullshit. He's so tired of people getting hurt. He's so tired of watching people walk over the people he cares about. ]

Fairies aren't the same as punching below the belt when someone gets mouthy.

[Or the same as shooting between the eyes when there's nowhere to run. He's tight lipped on his end, but resolute. No one is taking advantage of his baby sister here. ]

Anything else, Mum?

[there's a faint impatience to her voice, raised eyebrows he can't see. she's no idea what's brought all this on, besides that the weirdness (unpredictability, sets her on edge too if she's honest) of the situation combined with their parents' absence makes him think he's got to take on more elder brother responsibility than ever.]

[He's tempted to bite back with and eat your vegetables too, but he thinks he's made his point. ]

Just - I mean it, yeah?

[Stay out of trouble. ]

I don't want to have to pick fights with anyone. Have you seen me, Jem? I'm like a twig.

Christ!

[she actually laughs, disbelieving.]

Haven't you seen me? I'm not fourteen anymore, Kier, I can take care of my own fights.

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Yeah I know.

[Softly: ] I know you can.

[softens — voice and demeanor, audibly.]

I'm serious. You're worrying too much.

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