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[dawndiaries]

[dawn has a fairly mixed expression of boredom and restlessness when the feed first turns on. see it's already been two weeks since her arrival and while she was initially nervous or otherwise cautious of all her surroundings and activity on the network at first, she's at the point where the boredom is unbearable.

so it's time to take matters into her own hands and find something fun to do. drabwurld, ready for some q&a?]

Okay, okay. I like that we can walk around freely and don't have to pay a dime for bed and breakfast or even some large bill for talking to people on this magical locket - but there's more fun things to do around here than that, right?

[she pauses, but then she feels she should elaborate further just in case.]

Stuff that teenagers do, I mean. Less mid evil training for fun and more twenty first century fun, like the places to shop or video games or whatever. Anything at all?

video; closed to unseelie

[meloncholy]

[It's Porthos' first time speaking on the network and the picture of him in the locket has a face like a thunderstorm. He is so done with this place and you're about to find out why - ]

It seems in our tumultuous emotional state having first been brought here, my friend and I have managed to insult the imps.

[Or rather Aramis shot one, ran into Porthos, and there was a fight that wasn't fatal but a tad more vicious than a Musketeer vs. imp fingersnap dance routine.]

As you can imagine, they've taken it upon themselves to remind us that we're not forgiven for our trespass. [He won't mention that swearing at them also didn't work, he knew it wouldn't, it just made him feel better.] And since we come from a world where magic doesn't exist, or if it does it's very scarce, I was wondering what could be done to appease them in some way.

[In other words please get the little buggers to stop leaving fish heads in his boots, tugging his beard until he wakes up in the night, etc.]

I will owe a reasonably proportioned debt to whoever can provide good advice.

( ✈ SEVENTH FLIGHT; video — both courts )

[smithwork]

Hi, everyone! Hiccup here, Unseelie Court if that ... matters to you. I was wondering if anybody else felt like getting to know each other. I'm That Guy With The Night Fury, also known as Why Are You Riding A Dragon and Is That Thing Going To Eat Me.

I'll start us off.

I've been talking to Jon about marriages and weddings, stuff like that. You can all settle down, me and Snow aren't getting hitched any time soon — I know you'll all be deeply disappointed to hear that — I'm just wondering how people do things in other lands.

When you're a Viking, you only ever get married if the other person proves their worth to you and it's unheard of for anyone to be pressured into it. You could be a guy or a girl, it doesn't matter. Women and men decide for themselves that that's it, they want to marry, do it, and then sometimes one of them might decide to divorce the other. Is that such a weird concept to a lot of people here? And, uh, on the subject of ... bastards — sorry about the language if that's also a thing for you, as well as the actual meaning — why is it that if one half of a married couple has another child with someone who isn't their spouse, everybody thinks said child is worth less? That seems insane.

[ Hiccup certainly looks confused, and a bit offended on behalf of said illegitimate children. ]

There are lots of cultures clashing in the Drabwurld and I'm finding out new things every day but this is fascinating to me, maybe because it's crazy and I've never explored anywhere far enough away to encounter such a weird way of thinking. Where I come from, no one gets to offer you a serious insult unless you yourself have done something to deserve it. You should be as brave as Thor himself and stand up for what you want, no matter what anyone else thinks.

Then there's this whole weird attitude about other people bothering to voice their opinions about who you sleep with, as if a guy choosing to bunk with another guy is a huge deal, or girls doing the same. Where does that entitled nosiness even come from? [ Hiccup snorts. ] Surely if you're not there getting down with them, it's not your place to even have an opinion on their bedroom shenanigans. My dad's friend Gobber would put his metal club-hand through the face of anyone who decided to get vocal about his private life.

Jon said that Berkians sound like the Free Folk where he comes from, because we do whatever we want and we keep our honour through our own actions, not the reputations other spin for us.

[ Sitting back against a snoozing Toothless, Hiccup toys with the strings on the neck of his green tunic, armour set aside. ]

Does anyone want to chat about their own lands, their people? I'm ... the only Viking in either court, I think, at least currently. A few of my gods are here — Sif, Loki, and I think Thor might be or was, and I'm still kind of thrilled that Elves and Dwarves and Trolls are real in the Drabwurld. The latter less so, maybe. If you want to ask me anything about my home or our customs, go right ahead! I'm probably going to be bugging people if they respond to this, so fair's fair. Sorry if I already managed to offend you somehow, I guess that's the sort of thing that happens regularly when lots of different people are stuffed into the same place.

I suppose I'm just homesick for that craggy, freezing, rain-soaked rock I call home. [ (Hiccup was always able to sit down and talk to Stoick at night about his day, or he was until this whole Chieftain Handover thing began to crop up.) He pauses as he remembers to ask one more thing before he closes the locket. ] Also, uh. Do you ever think about — about settling down here permanently? In the Drabwurld. With someone ... new? If we get three times our normal lifespan, it's worth it. Isn't it? Building a new life.

Anyway, thanks for listening. I know I go on. Feel free to talk to anyone else in this broadcast if they pique your interest, I don't mind.

[ Threadjack away, bruhs. ]

[Video / Open to Both Courts]

[vanyel_ashkevron]

[A page of ornate script can be seen, but the sentences are broken thanks to how much has been crossed out:

FatherWithen,

Our paths may never cross again. I expect that brings you joy. I am going to request that this letter be sent to you. The Fae are capable of magnificent deeds and

The text stops almost as if the writer couldn't think how to continue.

I haven't been the best son and you haven't been the best father, however I don't regret having known you. I see now that my future is brighter than I ever imagined. I also see that holding petty grudges is a wasted effort.

As much as you may wish I were your bastard, I am not.

Each crossed-out section is legible. Unfortunately. The silver eyes of Vanyel are soon peering into the locket, his forehead creased.]

Am I allowed no privacy? [He balls the letter up in his hand and instead begins to write Lady Treesa at the top of a blank sheet of paper.] Are all families so difficult?

[No matter where he goes, what he accomplishes, there are certain facts that won't change. Withen in particular is like a stubborn mule when it comes to understanding him. He is only beginning to try in truth, but Vanyel knows it's far too little far too late.]

six names on the list » text » open to both courts

[aliased]

how do you kill a santy claws? [ because he's got a list. and he's stalking children. and he sneaks into people's homes while dressed in red. and he's clearly a drunk.]