Video || Both Courts;

[noirant]

 Gracious, one might almost believe that we were playing hide-and-seek. 

[ Felix drawls. The words are carefully picked with a leisured scorn, but they don’t do much to hide his growing flush ... or the twigs and leaves tangled in his hair. A fat green caterpillar inches its way across a shoulder, and something chitters from out view.

The heavy trees of La Llorona droop dark over the little path behind him, their branches like so many grasping fingers. He can't be very far into the forest, but the way is overgrown, and the trail plainly disused. 

As far as Felix is concerned, it’s still the ninth month, and he’s still traveling to the Station with a troll and a god in tow. ] 

As my erstwhile traveling companions appear to have taken the maps, supplies, and horses along upon their game, I find myself tasked with troubling assistance from any amongst you with more familiar with —

[ A yelp, and the locket drops. A few moments later, a visibly more harried-looking Felix scowls back into view, his eyes shot wide. An enormous, hairy leg twitches feebly from the edge of the frame, trailing a hazy line of green smoke. ] 

— The forest, and its bug problems.


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[[ OTA for action, as well! ]]

Video | Both courts

[notavirtue]

[The locket opened to Javik’s face, mouth pulled down in a scowl. He was inside somewhere dimly lit, and a horse nickering could be heard not too far off. Without demon dogs slowing him down, he’d made it to Treun in good time, arriving just before sundown. His attempt to check in with a few people, however, had reminded him of House’s silence since he’d last seen him at Samhain. If he’d angered the doctor, he expected to hear about it rather than being met with static. That left few other options.]

I have attempted to contact the human doctor Gregory House several times this past month. He has not responded, and this ridiculous device will not even recognize his presence.

[He worked his jaw for a second, looking as though he were chewing on something bitter. First Daud, then Will, and now the doctor? Who was next, himself or Maglor? He was no stranger to losing allies, but when they just vanished it was infuriating.]

I believe he is gone from this world. When I return to the Station, I will inspect his room to confirm it. If you know anything otherwise, you will inform me.

[ He snapped the locket shut, ending the video.]

Video - Unseelie/Seelie (Post-dated to the 2nd)

[withbite]

[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]

Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.

[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]

Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.

[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]