[Text; Open] -> [Audio; Seelie] Backdated to the 3rd

[asafp]

Fuck me.

[That's it that's the post.

If you're not a member of the Seelie court, that is. After another moment -- or a few -- the audio and the lock switch on.]

[Audio; Seelie-locked]

[The following is the sound of a Glaswegian who is both exhausted and quietly trying to sustain his brittle grasp on reality.]

Right, this message ought to only be goin' out to members of the, ah, Seelie Court. Hoping there's a friendly soul somewhere in the area of Daonna who can help a poor traveler in gettin' to the castle. Supposedly those fluttery lights were meant to drop me off at it, but I guess they got lost somewhere on the Yellow Brick Fucking Road.

Bargained my way into a room at the inn temporarily, but I don't wanna find out how the pig man's gonna make me pay once I run out of currency. I hear one of their orgasms lasts for half an hour.

[All right, Malc, reign it in for a minute. You've got no clout here, and you want these people to want to help you out, right?

Right.]

Any assistance would be [and here he is trying really hard to be cordial and professional:] greatly appreciated.

Comments

[parallels]

Nearly a year.

And seen stranger things that that even before I got here. Helps with the adaptation.

[asafp]

Stranger than actual fucking fairies? What, were you constantly tripping balls on acid?

[parallels]

More like traveling through time and space.

[asafp]

Exactly the sort of thing somebody with a massive LSD habit would say.

[parallels]

Or with an alien for a best mate.

[The questions are intentionally... pokey. Because he sounds so much like the Doctor that she can help wonder if he's playing a strange joke on her.]

[asafp]

Well, I've already talked to some sort of sentient bird today, so what the hell. Why not.