Dec. 22nd, 2015

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[When the feed clicks on, the image moves slightly before being righted as the locket is set down on a table before its owner, a pale man with white eyes wearing an ugly green sweater, sits down in front of it. Anyone who might have talked to him a while ago might now observe that he looks much happier than before.]

Hey. Since there's some new people around here, no one's probably told you that a lot of us, the ones who were here already, got pulled into the Drabworld a long time from now and recently sent back in time to this point. In the future there's two courts, Seelie and Unseelie, instead of seven, and their war's a lot more brutal than anything I've seen here so far. Some of the court leaders are the same, too. [Considering what he's going to propose and ask about next, it didn't seem harmful to let the newbies in on this information. The reason they'd been sent back was a different matter and he wasn't about to openly talk about how they had a specific, though seemingly optional, mission. Though it had been discussed on the network before, that was prior to the arrival of the newcomers. Maybe some of them would remember their vision with the old man upon arriving here and put the two together, or maybe they wouldn't.]

Wasn't just shardbearers who came back in time, there's groups of natives who have, too. Mostly ones who work for us, I think. So I wanted to make a suggestion, and then a request: If you've got any of those people working for you, or around you, can you ask them about what history they know and tell me what you learn? Things like how the Seelie and Unseelie courts were formed, or what happens to get us to the point we were at before we got sent back here, so we've got some idea of what might be happening soon. Maybe we can avoid the worst of it, or at least know what's coming. [And change it for the better.] I'll leave it to you what else to ask about. [The Void? Yeah.]

If anyone came back with any useful books, or anything else that could help us, that'd be good, too. [A pause, then:] It'll be a bit slow going since I haven't got teleportation magic, but I am hoping to travel around a bit in the next month to see what else i can learn. I saw some other people are doing the same, we all ought to share what we find.

[He reaches for the locket then, adding] Thank you. [before the feed switches off.]

( OOC: So, this post is the first part of an information gathering thing Simon is getting up as the first step in the "let's change history!" plot. The mods have helpfully provided some information about what asking future natives history questions will entail for anyone who does it and a general idea of what they might say. I will have a log post for that up next month, but people are of course free to make threads of their characters talking to their NPCs in their own spaces. Anyone who has any suggestions or questions, give me a shout on plurk @ kalinda99 or toss me a PM. Also I'm fine with characters not telling Simon what they find, if they wouldn't, or even trying to derail his efforts if they would.

Oh, and as it's the holidays, it's completely fine if people tag into this next month, I love backtagging! And I don't want anyone who wants to participate to miss the opportunity. )
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[Charming has been a silent man, most of his time since arriving spent with his wife and learning of this world. He had come to accept that she was here long before him, what he did not accept was that now he was here and she seems to be gone. He has spent time looking and found nothing, as if she slipped away in the night. Which Snow would not do without telling him, this he knows. The sincere blue eyes and charming face are a mask of concern when they come into view.]

Please, if anyone has seen Snow she also goes by Mary Margaret, I need to know. I can't find her....


[They had taken Emma before he arrived, Snow had told him, his family was slipping from his grasp again and it was choking him inside, binding him up into tight knots.]