[Text; Open] -> [Audio; Seelie] Backdated to the 3rd

[asafp]

Fuck me.

[That's it that's the post.

If you're not a member of the Seelie court, that is. After another moment -- or a few -- the audio and the lock switch on.]

( Audio; Seelie-locked )

video; open to all

[desperate_times]

[Chloe is shown in video leaning against a rail. She's not holding the locket herself, but instead is being filmed by another.]

Well, I'm sorry to say it appears Captain Jack Sparrow is no longer a part of this world. First Veronica, then Greg, and now Jack. It's a pity. I thought I'd found a place here among them... some mates I could rely on. [It's genuine. She really is sad they're gone. Guess that's the nature of this world. It's when happens when you get attached. But then she puts on her brave face.]

But no matter. I'm used to picking up the pieces.

On the plus side, Jack didn't take everything with him.

[The view of her enlarges until it's clear she's standing on the deck of The Black Pearl, and the Pearl is aloft among the clouds. The skeleton crew (yes actual skeletons) are shuffling about, as well. A good thing they still work, too, because Chloe wouldn't be able to sail this vessel on her own.]

A one-man pirate crew doesn't really work. As much as I would love to pillage the hell out of you, it probably isn't wise. Instead, The Pearl and I are going into a new line of business. [At least until Jack returns or something else happens.]

This ship will function as a transport vessel. Transporting is what I used to do back home anyway. [Among other things.] She will sail between various ports, cities, and fairy rings, offering a means of travel. [Not as far as Caer Glaem, naturally. She is unseelie, after all.] There will be a small fee per passenger, of course. Other rates will apply if there's an excess of cargo you need moved. Considering the dangers within the forest lands, this is a much safer means of getting about, and the ship can defend itself if necessary.

Contact me to make any 'special' requests.

[ooc: At any time you want a ride, you can hand-wave it, provided the trip is peaceful and uneventful. If you want to log it or action tag, I'd be more than happy to! Just make sure you pay or a skeleton might throw you overboard... from very high up.]

[Video, open to both Courts]/open to action

[sculptor_of_aman]

[Rarely does this Elf address the Courts, and never has she looked happy doing so. She seems a little sadder this time, but those silver eyes are bright with determination.]

Hello to everyone.

For those who do not know me, I am Nerdanel, and I am, among other things, a sculptor. Morla has commissioned from me a work of grand scale. The Hall of the Remembered. She wishes to honor every Unseelie that has been lost. I intend to do just that. And so I am asking for your kind assistance, and thanking those who have already given me their stories.

In order to capture these lost ones, I need to know them. Some I knew. Many I did not. And so I ask everyone who has known a lost or fallen Unseelie to share their memories with me. How they died. How they lived. Whether they were loved or loathed. And it matters not to me whether you hail from the Seelie or Unseelie Courts. I will welcome all help offered.

There are many ways to share these memories. You can tell me your stories if you wish. Or, if it is easier, simply open your minds and hearts and allow me a look at what you remember. I will share in this with all of you, if you will allow it.

I am at the Station to gather what stories I can, for those who wish to meet me in person. If you are in need of transport, my son Makalaurë--Maglor, perhaps, if that is the name you know better--will be glad to help.

I thank you all for your patronage.

action for the infirmary in caer glaem/video to both courts

[inafadingcrown]

[The infirmary in Caer Glaem]

[Finally, after weeks of silent sleep, Galadriel begins to stir. Her eyes open and for a moment she looks about her in confusion.]

Where am I?

[...the infirmary. She does know it; she's been here before, though more often as a healer than as a patient. But recognizing the place doesn't answer the larger question-]

What has happened? [There has to be a reason that she's in the infirmary, after all, and she doesn't remember being injured.]

[Video, open to both courts]

[After she has had time to make sense of the situation, catch up with those loved ones who were nearby when she awoke, and make herself presentable, Galadriel opens her locket long enough to offer a short little message. She opens with a warm smile and nod, as always.]

It seems that I have missed much whilst I slept. I fully intend to learn what I can through other means, but first, it would ease my mind a great deal if my kith and kin would assure me of their safety.

To those who have arrived while I was indisposed, I would offer my welcome, were I under the illusion that most were pleased to be here. As it is, it seems it would ring hollow. Instead I will offer the simple hope that your time here does not prove too trying.

Galo Anor erin radeg- May the sun shine upon your path. [And with that, she will reach over and shut the locket.]

✈ fifth snowy flight ❄ — video (both courts)

[winterwork]

( CUT FOR LENGTH ☁ drabwurld exclusive: christmas faq discussions with a winter spirit and a viking )

( seelie + unseelie ) video. it's not giving up, it's letting go.

[orcsurfing]

[ A video, again, from the resident chatterbox, though this time he will attempt to be more... ah, concise in his words. It's a delicate matter, after all, and he needs to be careful.

There's little reason to smile, all things considered, and so he doesn't, though his expression remains gentle and with visible concern to every line of it. ]

There are two that I seek. Two elves that do not bear shards, but that have been in my service nevertheless.

[ They are one and the same, but with appearances different and names also different. And so he skirts around the subject of Celegorm, though there are some that will know no matter how he poses his questions, how he gives the descriptions. ]

One of the name Andrion, with hair black as the night and sun-kissed skin, his face fair, his features soft, his attitude earnest and merry though wary of strangers all the same. Naruthir, a pup barely grown into adulthood now, was his constant companion.

The other is of hair fair, cut short at the nape, sharp featured and imposingly tall and broad in the way of a fine warrior. What name he would give a stranger, I cannot tell you, but he is a hunter through and through, a wolf trapped in the body of an elf.

[ His pulse quickens, though it does not show outwardly, and Legolas gives a small smile, the perfect cover for some nerves. ]

I would welcome any information on their whereabouts- [ A pause, weighed with little hope- ] or on their fates; and of course I could reward for it, should you desire so.

[ Done with his request, he snaps the locket shut before his features twist in pain, from the way the scar on his chest flares up with a dull ache of memory. ]

004 | video | both courts

[fiercestwarrior]

[ Sif is not bothering with trying to mask the marks of grief on her face, the shine of unshed tears in her eyes and the dark circles underneath them. She is tired, and there is little sense in pretending as if she has not been touched by recent events.

When she speaks her voice is flat and a little huskier than usual, but her words are uttered calmly and without hesitation. ]

I know not what friends he made in this place, but he always had a particular gift for making people think well of him so I suspect it was no different here, and so in case he is missed by some of you I must inform you that Thor Odinson is no longer in this realm. I know not why it could not hold him but... he is gone.

[ And what does that even mean? Is he dead? Is he back home? Is he stuck somewhere in limbo?

And what is she supposed to do? Hold a funeral? Some sort of ceremony to honor his memory?

She sighs, finding that there really is no more that she wishes to say even if some part of her thinks that perhaps she should. ]

That is all.

❧ VIDEO; 06 (BOTH COURTS)

[firith]

( (cut for length) your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you )

[audio only; open]

[lusiphur]

[No video, not yet. Too incoherently angry, and it's clear in his voice.]

I don't know whose idea of a fucking joke this is, but thanks for pulling me out of a gladiatorial death match so I can fight in some foreign war. I'm sure Mogré-Ür will think this is a hoot when I get back. If I get back.

[he feigns an apologetic voice] Sorry, sorcerer sir. The kid died or got turned in a Troll WMD because some fairies needed me in another dimension for a while. You know how it is.

[a pause and some unintelligible grumbling]

Crow, this blows. I was just starting to like that kid, too...

So, I hope whoever's listening is paying a pretty penny for this inconvenience. I don't do this stuff for free. Never have and never will.

To Both Courts - Video

[athousandcurses]

[Grainne appears on the locket, looking fairly put together, but here and there hints she is actually a little flustered.]

I... I am not sure how to ask a complete stranger, but perhaps this will do in lieu of an introduction...

My name is Grainne for those of you whom I have not yet had the fortune to encounter. I hail from a land called Eire. My reason for calling is this; I wish to learn the ways of a warrior.

[She pauses, her eyes off the locket for a moment, and takes a breath.]

I... I am looking for a teacher. I am not very suited to physical prowess and I know practically nothing about fighting, but it has become a truth for me that some offensive skill in this world is better than nothing at all.

I also wish to extend my magical abilities. I have minor skill in curses and potions already, but those things are not as suitable for defending or attacking.

If there is interest, I can make arrangements to trade for such training, if you wish.

[With a sigh and a look of relief, she closes her locket. It's done, now all she needs do is see what happens.]



[OOC: When Grainne says she's not suited, it actually means she is pretty darned terrible at it. She will likely frustrate any weapons teacher she has and probably stab them by accident, JUST WARNING YOU.]