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[pontificus]

[The locket seems to be left on while on top of a desk. Papers encompass most of the shot, but there's a particular one with the seal of an eagle with wheat and arrows in its talons for those who don't know it's the crest of the Fortuna family in Treun. Lucrezia comes into the shot, sweeping in all dressed up, and hands another letter to two guards.]

Please tell your master I am grateful for his offer. [She fixes the ring on her finger, the one with the same crest as the ring. She smiles, proud of herself before she lets the men go and moves to grab the locket. It doesn't seem to phase her that it's on, but she still has that same satisfied grin.]

I suppose I should announce it then. My true name here is now Lucrezia Borgia of the Fortuna family. [Because Borgia still means something to her, as strange as having a family and being adopted is. Having no one but herself for nearly a year, she's climbed up from nothing to having a name here. She hasn't and will not forget Borgia, but being a Fortuna means something here.]

I wonder how many of my family members are shardbarers. [It's offhanded and said with a slight hum, more proud at herself than anything. She switches off the feed then.]

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[belligerents]

[Well at least they've got some pre-made comm system here. Of course everything in her wants to take it a part, figure out how it works. At least it's something.]

Abby? Are you there? Is anyone else from Camp Jaha here? [She's not all that hopeful to be honest, but she has to try.]

I'm looking for my people, the sky people or the 100. If anyone knows their whereabouts, Finn or Octavia, give me a shout. [She figures it won't hurt to help look for Bellamy's sister.

She wants to end the feed there, already looking hesitant and distant, but she knows she's not going to survive long like this. In space she doesn't need her legs, but on Earth and apparently in the Drabwurld, she does.]

I-- I had a bullet hit my spine back home. I had someone look at it, remove it. But I can't use my leg. [Admitting this is hard enough.] I don't know what I'm going to do here without a brace or even modern medicine.

I'll take any advice.

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[palaverous]

[A boy, probably around the age of 14 or 15, peers into the locket. He looks extremely nervous. He twists his fingers together and there’s sweat upon his brow.]

Hey! Uh hey. So my name is Wirt and this is my brother Greg. We’re uh… new here. Though I guess that’s obvious. _{It is obvious isn’t it. N-nevermind.}

[At the bottom of the picture, a small face keeps popping in and out of view as its owner hops up and down, trying to look. For the most part, you can only see a teapot hat and a pair of eyes, which keep dipping below the view.]

It’s me -- [vanishing from the picture] Psst, down here! [popping back up into the picture.] It’s me, Greg! [And popping out of the picture] Wirt, let me see! I want to say hi!

Be quiet, Greg. I’m trying to talk to these people and you’re making me look bad.

A-anyway. The thing is me and my brother were lost and were trying to get home and now we’re here. Even more… lost. And...in a war. Which is kind of, I dunno, weird. I mean Greg is seven and I’m in high school. Is it even legal to draft us into a war? I mean, don’t we have rights or anything like that? _{Do we have a fairy lawyer or something like that? Do fairies have lawyers?}

I’m starting to question the thought process behind this whole thing.

[By now, the smaller boy has given up on hopping up and down, and has instead walked off. You can see him in the background now; obviously a small kid with a lot of energy. He hops up one more time to wave, and then turns around and starts peering off into the trees behind them.]

Oh, did you ask if they need help picking out better uniforms?

[Wirt looks down at his brother and gives him a look of complete disinterest.] Greg. No one is wearing uniforms. This is like… one of those ragtag militias or something like that.

[Greg stops his looking around for a second, turns back around, and resumes hopping up and down again. This time he’s far enough back that you can still see him whether or not he hops, but he doesn’t seem to be aware of that.]

Right, and that’s [huff puff] exactly my point, because if we’re in a war, don’t you think --

No, Greg. We shouldn’t even be here. See I’m trying to talk to these people to get us home. So just… be quiet.

[Greg stops whatever thought he was about to say when Wirt interrupts him. He frowns, looking skeptical for all of a second, before smiling and making an ‘okay’ gesture with his hand.]

Yeah, okay! Good idea. I’ll be quiet and see if I can find the bad guys, and meanwhile you come up with the plan!

[With that, he seems satisfied. In fact, he wanders off again behind them, this time wandering very quietly and vanishing from sight behind one of the trees.]

So anyway, as I was say-

[Loudly whispered from somewhere beyond the trees.] Wirt! [And less whispered, poking his head out from behind a tree.] Hey Wirt! There’s a bear. I wonder if he knows directions! I’ll go ask. [With that, he vanishes again, wandering off into the woods.]

That’s great, Greg. [Said with all the air of someone who doesn’t care one little bit and is not in the least bit concerned] Anyway, if you could just point us back to the way out of here. Away from the war and armies and other things that are dangerous and not child-appropriate that would be great. If we don’t get home soon, things are going to start getting messy. And my mom’s going to be furious. And I’ll get lectured and grounded and that sort of thing.

[A beat. There’s something missing. Everything is far too quiet. Hmmm. What could it be. Oh that’s right.]

Greg? Greg? Where did you run off to?

((OOC; both Greg and Wirt will be replying!))

third trial. (unseelie locked.)

[greenies]

[ hello, network! have you grown tired of thomas yet? i hope not. the feed begins with two teenagers, both fairly grimy looking. though minho seems to be in and out, thomas is the one cupping the locket in his hands to speak into it; a table with a miniature version of caer scima is visible in the background.

thomas, as usual, isn’t quite sure how to start this thing. ] Hey. [ #nailed it ] Tensions are getting pretty bad right now. [ captain obvious. maybe minho should talk. ]

Really? [ yeah, somebody isn’t the greatest at social media. minho appears with a bunch of rolled up papers in one arm, the other going to drop over thomas’ shoulder. ] I don’t think anybody noticed that, Tommy. [ dryly ] So, let’s just cut to the chase - getting people to safety before the klunk comes crashing down.

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