eachdraidh | [Voice - Both courts]

[This announcement comes to you thanks to a very nasal voice which seems to be doing it out of some kind of obligation. Don't judge ~~much~~.]

Ah, about the machines in the Station: they have instructions in Drabbish now. Printed paper sheets that I stuck next to each device, you can't miss it. So it would be really, really great if breaking could be avoided from now on. Just saying.

[He's heard some stories, okay. He likes having a little piece of home, please take care of it!]

Oh, and the cakes outside? Those are for the fairies, and they can get a liiiiittle... [Annoying as hell?] ...frustrated if you steal them so... try the kitchen if you're really hungry?

[Yes, he's even whipped by tiny fae women. Details.]

[Locked to Eren]

Hey, I did find some tools. I can take a look at your gear now.

[Locked to Queen Anne]

Your Majesty? It's true, machines do work here. I have the music if you still want to listen to it.

((ooc: Feel free to say your character found the sheets or the cakes and messed with them!))

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You should feel honored. I don't usually grant everybody all those choices.

Oh, they're choices now. Then I vote for D, none of the above.

Whoa, whoa. Sorry, we're not close enough for you to be allowed a fourth option.

[Excuse him for a second while he facepalms and shakes his head.] Why am I even trying...

Don't worry, Fairy Dave. With time, you'll get used to it.

I don't want to... what did you call me?

[Ignoring the question.]

You realize it's not as bad as it all looks, right?

[Please don't, Jack. He doesn't have a good history of nicknames. The question leaves him confused.]

What are you-- What is not as bad as it looks?

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The place. The people. Your face looks like you're eternally punched in the gut. It's not prison or anything.

"Eternally punched in the gut" actually describes my life pretty well. [And when it was starting to get better. He sighs.] I have met some nice people, seen some sweet stuff. I'm just not very keen on your promises of "fun".

You know, I'm not some devil in disguise. There are people who actually enjoy my company.

I-- what. I didn't say you were, and I did see you have lots of friends. The Christmas announcement was nice! [Hands won't stop gesturing, he doesn't know what he's saying anymore.] Do I really have to apologize for not wanting to be [A pause - he's about to say "bothered" but he changes his mind.] pranked?

Pranked? I'm offended. I do not prank, good sir.

[Not always.]

So I can stay inside with coffee this winter and not get hit with one or twenty snowballs?

Absolutely not. That's even more offensive. At least one snow fight.

[Or two. Or three.]

Exactly what part of this- [He points at himself with both hands.] -makes you think I practice any kind of physical activities?

That's the exact point. Get yourself out there and train those bones, mister.

[GOTTA TOUGHEN YOU UP. Or at least keep you from being a shut in.]

Trust me, I've been in enough snowball fights and my bones are pretty sure they don't like being the target.

[EXCUSE YOU HERMIT IS THE TRUE WAY OF LIFE]

Yeah, but you haven't been in a Drabwurld snowball fight.

[Then again, neither has he yet.]

Oh yeah, MAGICAL snow, that sure makes it sound more promising.

[...not.]

What if I told you it was a guarantee you'd have fun?

[With just a little bit of enchanting — I mean, what.]

[THE MOST TIRED OF SIGHS.]

I'm not joining your snowball fights, Jack.

Uh huh. Yeah, keep saying that now. I'll see you out on the battlefield.

[Shutting off the locket cause in his mind, he's the winner here.]

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