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[starspangled]

Looks like there's shortcuts now. Good to know, and I'm sure it makes my horse a lot happier.

[Because carrying around this big solid man for weeks isn't a graze in the pasture. Steve's reached a new destination though, with the help of a fairy ring or two. There's a lot of hustle and bustle behind him, the background so different from the rest of this world that it's obvious where he is. The effect is a lot like when he crashed through a wall and into the new and improved(?) Times Square.]

I think we were supposed to leave cakes for the fairies, except I didn't have any. I don't have much at all right now.

[His brow furrows at that. His plain white t-shirt is easy to see, and a glimpse of soft blue pants isn't impossible either. Yeah, he's been travelling from the other Court in his pajamas.

But at least he still has his shield.]

My name is Steve Rogers. I come from Earth, and I grew up in Brooklyn. I joined the Army, and I've been in a war before, so I thought I knew what I was signing up for when I came here. What I've found are people on both sides who really don't wanna fight. So I don't care if you're Seelie or Unseelie, if you're out there and you need help, I'll do whatever I can to help.

[To the absolute delight of travelling best buddy, no doubt. Steve starts to close his locket, before thinking of one last small detail.]

Oh, and for anyone who's been to the Station before, do you know where they sell shoes?

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[gordianknots]

[Usually, Waver would be making this post in text form rather than audio, but testing on horseback is a recipe for disaster. The steady sound of a horse going at a walking pace sounds in the background throughout his inquiry.]

A few people on the network have already commented that the evening sky seemed to be behaving oddly last night. It occurred to me that this might count as natural phenomenon, not unlike say, meteor showers. Has anyone else had this thought, and perhaps looked into it via astronomy books in either court’s library? It’s entirely plausible that what we’re seeing as weird is this place’s version of a normal summer sky.

[Hopefully the background noise will explain why he hasn't done this yet himself.]

(SEELIE&UNSEELIE) SECOND HUNT ❂ VIDEO

[mulletrock]

[If you've met Dean in person you know he's not the type to do networking. He'll comment around every once and a while but since his initial arrival he hasn't made any updates on his own. He prefers audio and text, and doesn't screw around or waste time being social. He's not that guy.

When the camera opens focus he's not in clear view. Instead a 1967 impala in metallic black trimmed in chrome is in focus. There's no hum, no clear sign she's occupied or on, Dean doesn't even give a clear view of the license plate. Why would he? That's like asking to be caught.]

Ain't she a beaut?

[In case people were wondering who was on the other end of the recording Dean whirls his lock around toward his face at an angle where only his face can be seen. He doesn't have too much experience with camera work. Or at least the kind of camera that is attached to a necklace.]

I mean- goes without saying, too bad she's benched.

[There's no shot of the car instead it's just Dean, looking pretty bored with everything. He wants to get his hands dirty, but not with some stupid fantasy feud. There's more important things. He's been separated from Sam for too long and he's starting to wonder what the kid was up to or if he was even okay. Every angle he'd tried to get back to real time fell flat, and he wasn't sure what it would take short of cozying up to the seelie fairies and he wasn't ready to get in bed with those assholes yet.]

In case we haven't met.

[Dean indicates to himself in front of the camera and then back at whoever might be watching.]

Which is probably most of you. I'm Dave. Class-C citizen and mechanic outta Louisville. War? So not my thing.

But I couldn't help but notice a lot of you are juiced up on magic steroids, and since I'm outta my element I thought I'd ask a favor. These mooks were nice enough to bring me with my girl. [Read: The car. He's not shy about the fact that he puts this car above mostly everyone unless they're family or close to kin.] She gets around but she doesn't run on fumes. If someone can figure out a way for me to find a replenishing fuel source or I dunno, do some hoodoo so she doesn't need regular refills I'll make it worth your while. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. Trust me, I've got my own skills to offer.

[The camera pans up to the sky and then back down, there's a distinct pause. Like something distracted him but there's no evidence on what that is yet.]

And since after two months the clowns in the penthouse suite decided to be generous, I thought I'd put this message out there. The station's getting packed, and I don't do communal living.

Thanks.