Jun. 17th, 2014

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[ The feed begins with a young man's blissfully slumbering face - his long and mussed blond locks settling as though he's just tossed over, or perhaps even fallen there, in what appears to be a soft bed of grass and barky roots.

It's but a moment before he shifts with an airy sigh, locket slipping from his loose hand to the earth below. It allows a glimpse of--
something above. A coiled tail that bobs as it drifts up and down in place, and is ended with the cutest little pink bow. Its pale blue blue body appears plush, with visible stitching along its seams, and even across the close lids of its eyes. A soft whirring of a clockwork motor sounds as the silver key in its back rotates, and... did you just hear a giggle, as well? No. No, that's simply your imagination.

To those that know them, it's none other than Vincent and his Chain, the Dormouse. To those that don't recognize either of these sights, perhaps they'll be able to identify the towering exterior of the Caer Glaem castle instead.

Vincent hardly belongs here, but after seeking out the Kow in a fit of frustration - (all that damned mooing would get to anyone who had their sleep disrupted for the third night in a row) - he'd had the superb fortune of simultaneously being teleported to the enemy's doorstep and thrown into unconsciousness by his trickster of a chain, while preparing to use his locket.

He'd intended to seek some advice on how to be rid of the ghostly beast, in case his gun failed him, but now... well. Maybe you would be so kind as to assist this poor fool, somehow.  ]

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So many things are going missing.

[ there's a long pause, as if he doesn't really have much else to say besides that, before- ]

I didn't ask to be here. I don't want to be here.
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[Peeta's found his way to the kitchens, and is currently cooking up a batch of cookies. He stands near the oven, holding his locket so he can talk while he's bored.]

How long has everyone been here? I've only been here a few days, but it's been interesting, to say the least. A little calmer than home. Oh! Hold on.

[He puts on oven mitts and opens the oven, taking out a batch of cookies. He smells them, smiling. He puts it down to let them cool and picks up the locket.]

There's nothing better than fresh-baked cookies. Except maybe fresh-baked bread. If anyone wants any-

[The camera shakes and he makes a surprised noise. A fairy is pulling at his hair, if you can make it out. Peeta grabs a cookie and throws it at the fairy. The fairy falls to the counter with the cookie and stops to sniff it. The fairy actually bites into it, and Peeta turns his locket on the fairy curiously, showing it eating. He turns it back to his face.]

Huh. Interesting. It seems to have calmed down.