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first shot ☢ VOICE (open to seelie & unseelie)

[He's been toying with the idea of video for about an hour; but he's taken the contacts out for now, and he's too aware that Jem might pick up her locket and see him. And so, he goes with voice. ]

So, fairies. That's - that's great.

[Now that he's got this locket working, he's not actually sure what to say. 'Hi! I'm Kieren, I like the Ramones and long walks through the graveyard'? Christ. ]

Listen, I'm still a bit overwhelmed. If overwhelmed is the right word to use. I've been through some pretty weird shit, but this really takes it to a whole new level.

[A beat. ]

My name's Kieren. I was hoping someone might be able to make some sense out of this? If that's even possible.

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I'm Lydia, and if you've got the time, I've got the long version. Or, I could give you the cliffnotes.

Apparently I'm not going anywhere, so let's have it.

First thing you need to know is that there is way more to all of this than just a simple good-versus-evil, warring kingdoms deal. Things happen, all the time, on both sides. Things that are completely out of the ordinary. So, time to buckle in for an absolutely insane ride. Second thing you need to know is that if you ever want to get anywhere faster than a horse... Too bad for you. Staying at whichever Caer you've wound up at is a lot less annoying, time-wise. But, of you feel like refreshing your sense of civilization - assuming you even come from actual civilization, which some people don't, but I'll get to that in a minute - you're going to have to hop a wagon or a horse or some other form of totally primitive transportation, and come to the Station. It's essentially neutral ground, and the only place around here that actually has a decent latte.

With me so far?

[He takes a moment to let this sink in as far as it can. ]

I think so. How far is the Station from Caer Scima?

[A beat. ] My sister's here too. It sounds like she'd be safer there.

About two weeks riding, give or take, I think? I came from Caer Glaem, so I'm not sure exactly, since I haven't made the same trip you'd be making. ( Lydia wants to help, really. )

Did you both just arrive at the same time, then? Is she in the same faction?

Yeah, we arrived together. We're both Unseelie too, so I suppose we got lucky.

[Two weeks riding. Ugh. ]

Thanks, though. Two weeks riding, jesus. She'd try to kill me if I made her do that.

Well, there are fairy rings, but their reliability is questionable at best. And it's no guarantee that they'll even function properly. I don't trust them, personally. I'd like to keep all parts of myself intact.

( yep. sucks bro. )

Maybe it's better you stay at Caer Scima, then. Let's see... Oh. You should prepare yourself, however you can, for fighting of some sort, at some point? Whether it's the opposing forces or something outside. Fairies are just as mischievous here as they are in most lore which, if you're not familiar with it, is fairly mischievous. But if you help your court, you might receive a reward of some sort. They show up sometimes, randomly, and ask for a wish to possibly be granted... It's like a bad acid trip, or something. Not that I know from personal experience? But I know that it can leave lasting psychological scars.

Well, they sound miles better than horseback. The fairy rings, that is.

What kind of rewards?

It kind of depends on what you ask for, I think? Some people ask for material things. Some people -- a friend of mine -- wind up with things like... Magic? Some ability they may never have had before. I've asked for my dog, Prada. By the time I got back to Caer Glaem from the station, he was in my room waiting for me.

[u named ur dog prada, gurl. ]

Who's been feeding him?

( she could've named it gabbana )

The fairies, actually. They took care of him for me.

Oh — that's fairly decent of them.

Their whole conflict is kind of annoying, but on the whole, they really aren't that bad.

Have you had to fight?

Not directly. Not in the weapons-and-armor sense.

But you've helped?

In a brains-not-brawn way. Yes.

[saved her the trouble. thanks, bro, she'll be watching this.]

Rather vague request.

I should think that depends on which parts you've not made sense out of already.

[Her tone deliberately says little, but if she was exasperated at all rather than indulging in a loose jab, she'd not have responded.]

Everything? We don't have fairies at home - I don't even know how to begin thinking about the politics of a fairy war.

Do the politics concern you very much? Several here would rather distance themselves than fight. [To extents, anyhoo.]

If they're important to surviving, I'd like to know as much as I can.

I'm afraid that when things start to make sense, something strange happens again. It seems to be the nature of this place.

[oh gosh. video. ]

Fantastic. It did seem a bit too optimistic to hope for something simple.

[He hesitates for a moment, before:]

Sorry, do you mind if I don't have my face pop up?

It's rarely dull. Perhaps you might find some comfort in that?

[Margaery tilts her head curiously, a smile crossing her lips a moment later.]

Not at all. Would you prefer it if I hid mine as well?

Your face is fine. Mine is a bit of a shock at first.

[A beat. ]

It'll be more exciting than home, at least. Have you been here a long time?

Long enough to have seen all sorts of faces.

[She smiles, more gentle than teasing.]

Some months now. I'd thought it different from my home at first, safer. But it turns out to be much the same lately.

Does it? I'm sorry about that. The war - it's all seems sort of senseless, when you don't really know what's going on.

[All sorts of faces; that's somewhat comforting. ]

It truly does. But then, I've no knowledge of such things. My brother-

[Margaery almost falters, but recovers quickly.]

-my brother understood it far better. Oh, I'm Margaery.

[He tries a lighter tone. Joking: ]

Makes two of us. I guess my little sister is more of a soldier than me.

[He wishes she weren't. ] I'm Kieren. It's nice to meet you, Margaery.

You have a younger sister! How marvelous, what's her name?

Her name's Jem.

[Fondly:] She's a right cheeky sod, but she's alright.

It's a lovely name. She must be quite dear to you.

[Because she can hear the fondness in his voice.]

...'right cheeky sod'?

She's a handful, I mean. She's the rebellious sort. I think she takes after me, if I'm honest.

I'll be sure to remember that phrase.

You sound close. You must miss her already.

She's here, in Caer Scima. But she's off doing her own thing, probably too embarrassed to be seen with her older brother.

Is she as shy as you are?

I don't think so. She's better looking - braver, too.

It wouldn't surprise me to find that both things run in your family.

Hi there, Kieren! I'm Flora. Overwhelmed sounds like a good word for it, unfortunately. I'm not saying you'll like it any better, but you might just need time to settle in a little.

[christ, is he really going to be here long enough to settle in. ]

You don't seem particularly overwhelmed.

Edited 2014-08-07 02:24 (UTC)

Well, I have been here a few months, but even if I hadn't this sort of thing is actually rather normal for me for the most part, so I apologise ahead of time if I don't say anything particularly helpful.

This is normal for you. Of course it is.

It isn't for a lot of people, so you're not alone in that, Kieren.

I'll get used to it, I'm sure.

[Half joking:] I mean, zombies exist back home. How hard can fairies be?

Oh, do they? Where are you from, Kieren?

A place called Roarton? It's in Lancashire, in England. What about you?

Uh--

[Okay, he's probably had enough without having to learn she's an alien on top of that.]

I've lived in California for a bit, and it's where I go back to most often, but I've been a few places. I'm really surprised to hear about the zombies, though! I wouldn't have expected that!

[For a lot of reasons, what the hay.]

Edited 2014-08-08 22:35 (UTC)

You sound awfully happy, despite the zombies.

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good job, i'm proud of you.

thanks u butt

you're welcome, my flat-planed baked good.

YOU LIL SHIT DON'T BRING THAT UP HERE

Actually laughing and waving my hands.

you asshole

dips you in milk

stop at once