2nd Chassé | Video for Both Courts

[choreographics]

Maybe my timing's bad, but I don't want to keep sitting around. The real question is how many days does it take to get to the Station by horseback? I mean if someone knows a faster way that'd be great, but I'm working with what I can find. ...and if anybody wants to come along, I wouldn't say no to some company.

I don't know; maybe it seems like a cop-out to be going somewhere else right now when people are actually putting in substantial effort.  Those shadow-things? I couldn't do anything to take them out, and it's not just about that. People are always talking about powers and magic and intergalactic travel and wars and worlds where being stuck like this isn't that uncommon but it's weird. It's so weird because home's pretty much lacking the whole war-and-supernatural-fantasy thing. I'm from New Mexico and I go to a public high school. Our biggest battles are championship basketball games against West High. The only time I've ever lost anything was losing an acting role to Troy and Gabriella. What does that say about me?

They keep saying that we're important and special and everything, but I'm not so sure I feel that way anymore. Maybe this is what it's like to be normal, but then that still doesn't answer the question of why I'm here.  …I'm not really sure what to do now. [There's a long pause. He's met with people like Lancelot who've given him some ideas and tools which is wonderful. Other people he's spoken with have also prompted ideas for him to think on, but it just doesn't seem like enough.]

Sorry, I'm not really expecting much of an answer. I'm just kind of thinking out loud, I guess. I'll figure something out. 

...anyway! Besides that, I'm interested to see how many people are into the performing arts.  I'm talking singers, dancers, actors, musicians, everything. Actually, make that every form of art. Drawing, painting, you name it. I kinda work under the belief that art's still really important even while all of this is going on.

II [Video; open to both courts]

[wilder]

[The video feed on the amulet shows Zelos sitting crosslegged on his bed. The room looks to be a rather comfortable room that's given to people of nobility in the Seelie court. Though other than what looks like a small vase of purple flowers on the nightstand, there's not much in the way of personal touches.]

Well what do you know, I've been here almost a month now! Which is a lot longer than I'd like, buuuut from the sounds of how long people get stuck in this place - I probably shouldn't complain too much.

[Though always going to complain some.]

Anyway! Since it seems pretty normal to ask questions on these locket - I thought I'd might as well throw in a few of my own again if there's any kind souls willing to answer! I mean, I always prefer to hear it from a lovely female voice, but don't worry- I can settle. ♥

[He clears his throat. For each number, he makes counts them off on his hand]

1. Just what exactly were those shadowy blob guys? I mean, other than the name I can't say. Any idea just where they came from? Are they like a normal thing in this place? Because seriously, talk about annoying and creepy.

2. Is there anyone who can tell me more about the Shards? Yeah, I already know they're crystals inside us that the courts want to collect- but why? What are they made of? How'd did they get into us? Honestly...any information would be of use.

3. Does anyone know where I can get more hair ties or supplies? Because I'm down to my last tie, and that's a serious problem!

And... [He taps his chin] I think that's it! Huh! I thought there would've been more! Oh well!

[video] Open to all (backdated to the 26th)

[tawarwaith]

[Tauriel's locket was off and propped up on something so that she could look and talk while she worked. Except she was not currently working, despite having a number of tools and materials arrayed out in front of her and a half finished arrow resting on the table before her. Her attention was off to one side where she was busily chiding something out of sight.]

--No! That is not a toy to play with! Come, give it to me.

[Off screen, there is a playful bark followed by a soft whine. I causes her to laugh softly as the whining continues. We will go soon, I promise. She then leans down then, retrieving a wooden dowel that may or may not have been very recently clamped in the teeth of a puppy and sets it off to one side with the rest of the unfinished materials. Successful, she turns her attention back to the arrow she is currently working on, still smiling and clearly amused.]

Hesitant as I am of the courts, especially that of the Unseelie, I currently cannot fault them for the gift they gave me in the form of my companion. Even if he was not quite what I was expecting.

[There is another bark, To which Tauriel chuckles again, once again setting the arrow aside so that she could pick up the locket in order to show off her companion: a puppy that was somewhere in between nine to ten weeks old which resembled in many ways a wolf cub.]

His name is Braig.

[Having shown him off, she changes the angle of the locket to once more show her face.]

The point of all this is that I have never before raised a hound and would appreciate it greatly if anyone could provide me with advice. As you can see he is spirited and already likes to get into trouble!