~ One Magical Mishap ~ [Video,Open to both Courts.]

[justwillow]

Huh. This is kind of neat- little magic and it acts like a-

[Focus Rosenberg. You're stranded in a mystical realm with imps and faeries and all sorts of bad things could be happening back at the castle-- because who decided that would work? Having a bunch of slayers in a house didn't work out too well, So the logical conclusion was putting them in a giant castle with lots of weapons! Brilliant Idea.]

Uh, Hey! I'm looking for a girl named Buffy- Or any of the slayers. Buffy- She's about yay-big [She gesters to about her height.] Blonde, superhuman strength with killer fashion sense and a penchant for puns? I really hope she's here. Or uh-. A sarcastic British guy named Rupert Giles? Or Xander? He's a guy with an eyepatch. Kind of dorky but in an adorable way- Sorry Xander. [she mutters to herself] I'd even settle for Spike.

[She takes a few deep breaths. This was getting a bit too panicky. Calm down, calm down.]

Sorry for all the word vomit- I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. I guess I'm the newest contestant on this island.
Does anyone know anything about the energy here? It's kind of... abnormal.

First Message ⨕ Video ⨕ Both Courts (backdated before the event)

[vaccinations]

The locket shows the face of a young teen, her face and hair are dirty and she's staring at the locket intently. Like she doesn't exactly trust it. When it clicks on her eyes widen and a grin comes across her face.]

Oh shit. It's real. Real magic locket. Alright, imps, starting to believe that you weren't totally fucking with me. You got me on that one. Not that I believe all of that shard stuff. You woulda thought people would notice something like that. [The locket spins on it's chain once before she grabs it again and observes everyone seriously.]

Alright so. Most important things first. Where's a girl gotta go to get cool magic stuff? The locket's not bad, but I'm talking the good shit. Like flying powder and wands and fire powers and breathing underwater. If they dragged us here, they better not hold out on us. I already asked the imps to give me a dinosaur to ride but they said I had to wait for "boons" or whatever the hell that is. I mean how can you drag me here and then make me wait? It never works that way in any book I've read and I've read every book about magic left in Boston. [An annoyed huff! It's barely an exaggeration. She really did read every book about magic left in the boarding school.] Those imps were dicks or else this is a major secret character test.

[Then her face drops into a more neutral expression, Like there's a lot bubbling beneath the surface but she's trying to cover it up as best she can.]

Okay, next important stuff. I'm looking for a guy named Joel. He's big, gruff, wears flannel, comes from the great land of Texas. [She even imitates a Texas accent for emphasis! It's terrible tbh.] He's probably kinda grumpy and stomping around right now.

[She's so clearly worried that the forced neutral expression isn't doing much for her. But still, trying to keep it together. It's hard with the conflicting feelings of "holy shit magic" and "oh my god where the fuck is Joel."]

...Joel, if you hear this, say something over the lockets. I know it's weird as hell but just. Do it.

Video; open to both courts ; backdated before the event

[eagerforlife]

 [ There's no complaining, no asking for clarification on the technicalities of being pulled to a place like this. It's not that Vanille doesn't have concerns, it's just she doesn't want to voice them to a large group of strangers. Besides, this is a means to an end. If she's here, she can't be Ragnarok. She doesn't have to worry about being forced to play a part she desperately wants to avoid. She's caused enough problems, after all. She's done enough harm. And even if she turns Cie'th here, she's just one l'Cie. She has no doubt there are plenty of people here that could dispatch her, should she become a danger.

So instead of asking about Fang or her other friends (People she does want to see, that she will miss) she instead focuses outward, towards the other people here. She's spoken to a few already, but wants to know more about the different worlds and lifestyles that are out there. What's it like, outside a world controlled by the fal'Cie?

She smiles down at the locket, cheerful and friendly. In imp sits on her shoulder, tugging at her hair. She doesn't seem to notice and just hums thoughtfully a moment. ]

We all come from very different places, right? I've only been here a short while and I can already see that. [ She tilts her head, considering something. ] I don't think I've spoken to two people from the same world yet, actually.

And if I'm being honest, everything I've learned so far has me wanting to know more. That is, of course, if anyone is willing to share? What's your world like? Where do you come from? If you'd rather not, I understand. A world can be a very personal thing, hm?

text - seelie & unseelie, backdated to the very start of Oct's event.

[infame]

The moon is gone. This is starting to feel terribly chicken little, what with the stars going first.

I suggest anyone who relies on it tread with extra caution tonight. Specifically, those of you of a were-something nature. I, myself, will be calling in early. Who knows what could happen? I might find myself entirely without grace and stumble down a staircase. I've ever had a bruise in my life, it'd certainly be an experience.

Well, this cautionary warning has been my good deed for the year. Good luck.