( ✈ FOURTH FLIGHT; VIDEO — BOTH COURTS )

[smithwork]

[ A bedroom beneath the Station. One of the larger ones, given Toothless is there with his head tentatively on the bed taken up by the limp figure of Jack Frost; dark blood looks like it's been cleaned up as best it can, smears remaining on one of Jack's legs around a nasty wound.

Specks of the same old blood can be seen on Hiccup's cheek amongst his freckles when he leans into view. ]

I've heard of people falling asleep for extended periods of time before, but do they often ... go through accidents while they sleep? I, I'm not explaining this very well. Sort of, like they might be getting injured somehow, but they're haven't moved? [ Dressed down for the broadcast in a red hoodie and layered green tshirts, Toothless has similarly had his saddle placed in a corner with Hiccup's armour. They've been here long enough to get into a routine. ] He's also a little dead, but he was that way before. It's more noticeable now since he isn't moving. Or breathing. Also, his clothes changed this one time? Gah!

[ Face-palming in frustration, Hiccup rakes back his hair. ]

See, I don't even know if I need a healer because all his wounds are re-knitting despite the fact he just keeps getting more. I'm not some magical undead warlock, wound-healing, mystical wardrobe stylist. If anybody could shed some light on what's going on, I'd appreciate it — Yeah, bud, what is it?

[ Glancing over his shoulder when the Night Fury whines in distress, Hiccup drops the locket upon seeing a dark bruise spread over their unconscious friend's jaw. ]

Jack —!




( ooc: so arisa is on hiatus for her fancy cruise and jack is being canon updated!! as a sidenote on her behalf, he's going through around 300+ years of accidents and junk as he matures/becomes a pro at what he does, so there are plenty of bruises/fractures/breaks to be seen in the first few days of his enchanted sleep. feel free to notice the signs! c: )

2nd Message ☆ Video ☆ Open to courts

[parallels]

[The locket feed switches out to show Clara out in the fields around Caer Glaem. Her face is dirty and smeared with dirt and sweat. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she stands with a shovel, surrounded by piles of dirt. There is also a pile of delicately picked tulips set to the side. Clearly, she's been putting her best foot forward when it comes to the requests from the court.

She licks her lips before starting, as if she's trying to follow what she's rehearsed in her mind.]

So Clara Oswald, here. Nice to meet anyone I haven't spoken to before. Phones and lockets that act like phones aren't really my thing. [Well that was a poor intro. She sighs a little and moves it along.]

I've been collecting the flowers on the graves to bring back to Caer Glaem. I figured it might be a bit of a nice thing to brighten up the crypts and to honor all of these people. Every time, we visited my mum's grave we'd always bring flowers. But none of these people have anyone to bring them flowers. No one even knows who they are. Figured that maybe that's something we could do. It's not about war, it's just about doing what's proper. That at least, I can get behind, threat of an evil spirit or not.

If you'd like some flowers let me know, I'm going to bring them back to the city. Maybe we can arrange them into something? Can't say that's my specialty but I'm sure there's someone out there who can.

...And then, second part of what I wanted to broadcast. It's a bit of a new direction. More cheerful one though.

[She shifts the camera down to show a little winged dog that is currently chewing on a bone next to her.]

Right so.

I've never owned a pet before. Not even a gold fish. Most I ever had was was one of those little keychain toys when I was ten.

But I got this one as a boon and he's a bit well. A handful. As puppies and children tend to be. In desperate times, my resources are books or my own cleverness; and cleverness has no bearing on puppy logic and I can't imagine there's "Simarg Cub Training 101" in the library, I'm running a bit dry here.

[The pup barks and flies up to lick her face. She laughs, a little more honestly than usual, and pats his head.]

Basically, pet owner advice is desperately needed. I'm sure I can spin whatever you can give me into something useful for this little one.