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1st Chassé | Action for the Bailey in Seelie Court/Video for Both Courts

[When the video turns on, it's actually a small stream of what appears to be someone spinning the locket over and over in the palm of their hand. There's a small laugh that follows, along with a tone of disbelief.]

Not quite what I meant when I said I wanted a new cell phone.

[Give it a moment before the video rights itself to reveal a blonde boy wearing a hat and stretched out on a bench in the Bailey of Caer Glaem. He appears to just be regarding the locket thoughtfully before he continues.]

Okay! So…hi. [Yes, thank you Ryan.] I'm Ryan, and I'm gonna be honest here I'm still not sure I'm not just dreaming all of this. I've been told I have a pretty vivid imagination. [There's a lopsided grin that follows.]

I guess I'm just sort of curious. Is anybody happier to be here than wherever they came from? [He's also got the map the fairies gave him clutched in his hand and he sort of just waves it in the video feed.] …also anybody know how to read a map? ["Besides everyone but me?" It's a sheepish request and he doesn't particularly like asking, but why learn how to read a map when you come from a place where you have chauffeurs, a GPS, or a twin sister who drives a narcissism mobile? He'd always assumed he'd learn how to read maps during the summer before he went to college and that's still a few months off.] I want to check out the rest of these places but I'm not sure where to start. Thanks a lot.

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[It works for Wildcats and pack animals. (In the sense of animals that live in packs, not animals that carry them.)

He perks, a bit more intently.]

Oh, yeah?

You mean, like, now?

[He believes he recognizes Caer Glaem's bailey off what little passing exploring he's gotten around to.]

If you're not busy, yeah, sure! [Because why not? Ryan could use a friend even if that friend happens to have four legs, so it seems.] Now's as good a time as any, right?

Uh -- [Next syllable bounces with a "heh!"] Right!

[Aye, making friends is ever a good thing.] I think I recognize that place -- I'll run over!

[That said with a look back up, down what ought to be the direction he's supposed to be headed with a turn of his ears likewise. Ready to get the locket back on and go.]

I'll hang out then. See you soon! [And Ryan will wait. How hard will it be to spot a rust-colored canine anyway in a place like this? As he waits he's mostly just fiddling with the locket to see if maybe there're other functions he hasn't quite figured out yet.]

Yeah -- see you! [A friendly quiet pant - and then snaps his jaw shut, gets the locket around his neck, snaps it shut under a leg, and takes out for the Bailey.

It doesn't take him overlong to make it, only a little longer to spot Ryan. He hasn't shut his illusion off, however, so the rusty wolf isn't what he'll be spotting at all.

But the kid who'll be slowing down a mo' to wave, flash a beam, and call "Hi!" before fastwalking on over should have a recognizable voice.]

-- I made it. [You don't say, lad. And then he realizes what he has or rather hasn't done.]

It's me, Toboe, by the way! [Laughing a hint.] ...In case you couldn't tell.

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[By the time Toboe approaches Ryan, the boy's moved to lay on his back on the bench, holding the locket over his face like a pendulum and letting it swing back and forth. He spots him waving, of course, and out of politeness he waves back though it's obvious it hasn't clicked just who's waving. As soon as Toboe gets close enough though and speaks, Ryan's eyes widen and he sits up, just staring for a minute.]

You're a person. [Wow. Wait. Hold on.] I mean hi. [Smooth.] What was...? [Yeah. Yeah, you've got some 'splainin' to do, Mister.]

[Yep, that's the one he's looking for - without a beat skipped on the sitting up and staring, though, his smile presses with some abashment - he scratches the back of his head, voice eases back into likewise sheepishness.]

Oh - this is something that wolves do, where I come from that is.

Uh - actually, I was doing it the whole time! But I guess it doesn't show up on the lockets, huh...

No. [The tone's not quite flat, but definitely surprised.] No, you were definitely a wolf on the lockets. [Give him a second just to examine Toboe a little closer.] So you're actually a wolf...how can you do that?

[Take that second. Toboe's arm slips from behind his head, both rest not-quite-relaxed at his sides. In appearance at least.]

Well, uh -- [How does one put it - it's a bit like explaining not how to make a fist but how to control one's muscles to make a fist. It's something that he can do, but...] -- like this.

[And thus lets the action speak for itself - he drios the illusion. In a blink any vision of a boy will have cut down half in height to the average non-fairy watching. Replaced by a wolf, standing fairly straight. Tail swaying, tilt of the head as if to say "Did you see that"?]

[It's like magic.

It's like magic and Christmas and all of the things he really likes and all of the things he's always sort of daydreamed about when he was stuck in classes that weren't even relevant to his life (because really, who cares about the war of 1812?) and he suddenly just actually claps in delight, laughing a little as he looks on.]

Whoa. That is seriously a very cool trick. [And though this makes more sense, he figures he should be polite to his new acquaintance (friend? How does friendship work when you're not dragged into it?)] Um. Be whatever's more comfortable for you, I guess. I get it now. [Sort of. He doesn't get how it works but details.]

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[We bit of a bashful chuckle - he lolls his head aside and halfway through that motion his guise is back up.] It doesn't bother me doing this!

[Handling a map's bound to look less off and cumbersome to a human as it'll scan through this, anyhow.]

Uh - one of my pack was happier not doing it, back home, but it had more to do with his pride as a wolf. [Pads and trails off - casual reminiscence.

And he blinks at refreshed attention - back on task!] But, er - anyway! Maps... right?

[He's rolled and managed to secure his under the bracelet he's got on - pulls it out with certainly less effort than it took to get it under there.]

[Truth be told, Ryan finds Toboe a lot more fascinating suddenly and has a million questions he wants to ask, but he knows better. Focus, Evans.] Maps. [He's busy grabbing his again and at first he's trying to read it upside down, but he figures it out fast enough.]

Is it bad that I can't even tell where north is on this thing?

[Toboe unrolls his - getting the shapes right-way-up will figure that out, right? Inspecting...]

Not really - me, neither.

[He edges into place to take something of a peek at the orientation of Ryan's map, for comparison - occasional open-eyed look off from peering at his. And - yes, those do look like mountains! Flips his.]

Where are we...? [That is, where's Caer Glaem on the map...?]

I think we're that little ring in the middle of the mountains and forests? [He's poking at the center of his map, tapping a small spot with his index finger.] But if that's true, how are we supposed to get anywhere else? Look at how far everything else is.

Yeah, no kidding. [Quick look at Ryan to "meet" with the agreement a bit more - returns to inspecting the map - he can't read them all, exactly, but it's a good number of names all across the landmass...] I mean, I know that there are horses here - I'd guess that people take them for traveling, but how do you know where to go, unless you know you've got to look for something?

[...and quite a lot of investment it'd be to cover ground between them if you're not making a mission of it!]

[He's busy walking his fingers over the map like he's trying to measure how far everything is, but the only answer he's getting is "very, very far."]

What I want more than anything is to get to the Station I've heard about. I want to see what's out there and if I can figure out how to connect to my friends. [It's a vain, vain hope but it's a start.] Think the horses are free for anybody to take? [He's a little distracted, so he's not even thinking about what he's saying.] My sister and I used to take equestrian lessons when we were kids before she decided that they got in the way of our other stuff.

I dunno. [Pinning his eyes closer to the map and searching again.] I guess I could ask, if someone could borrow them.

[A little of a "Dad said no - let's ask Mom" approach in mind, in case; if it's against the rules, maybe there's a horse in those stables who could be beseeched to lend time and energy to a journey. Station, Station, would that he knew what that'd look like on the map...]

Er -- what's supposed to be at the Station" [Curiously-asked - first he's heard of it but in passing!]

That'd be great. If you can find us a horse or two that we can borrow, I'll take you with me and we'll go check everything out. [You totally wanted an award-winning smile, right Toboe? Right? Oh well.]

Oh. From what I heard the Station's the place with all of the technology. TVs, internet, that sort of stuff. It's really common where I'm from so it's pretty weird not to have it easily accessible. I want to see if I can power on my phone or send emails to people. See what I can bring back to the castle, too.

[Any smile is a good smile! He returns one with a slightly-open mouth; focuses to nod.] Sure!

[He'd be anything but averse to seeing if he can poke around the horses, if nothing else.

Moving to the Station, he gives an... acknowledging tilt of his head]

All the technology... [A repetition for its own sake - and much of what came after he doesn't recognize. What sort of technology; whose technology?] What're e-mails?

[Can they travel across dimensions?]

And if that doesn't work, well, maybe I can figure something else out.

[It will never cease to surprise him that people don't understand technology, but the look on his face isn't annoyed or disgusted. He's quizzical, if anything.] E-mails are like…you know how you can write letters to people? E-mails just travel a lot faster through the internet. Kind of like text messages? [Sound familiar? No?] They can travel all over the world so I'm kind of hoping maybe it'll extend to other worlds, too.

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