eachdraidh | voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

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Whatever. Either-or, I'm on board. Unless you're talking about those gross orange-y ones with the...marmalade in them. Because those are disgusting and should never ever have been invented.

Caramel, [she reminds. it's comfort food, okay.] Haven't seen any around here, then? [and just TO BE SURE:] The sweet kind. Shortbreads.

[of biscuits, that is.]

I do approve of caramel...

[ as if that's somehow very important. ]

Best flavor there is.

[very important.]

I dunno. There's something to be said for chocolate chip.

[ she relaxes against something. a wall or a bed post or maybe just a piece of really tacky unseelie decor. ] Hi. I'm Buffy.

Rather have fudge, once you're eating chocolate.

[fudge often tended to disappear rather mysteriously when jem helped her mum make it.]

Jem.

Jem. Is that short for something? [ like she's one to talk about names. ]

Jemima, but only me mum and dad call me that. [after a beat:] Or my brother, if he wants to be a dick.

[love you bro!!!]

What -- like the syrup lady?

[ heaven help us. ]

[oh, the things jem would've said to that as recently as 18 months ago.]

Spelled the same, anyway.

Buuut you're probably not an aunt, are you? Or a syrup magnate.

Would you actually think I was, if I said yes?

I'm renting a room in a castle filled with monsters from under the bed. I think I can handle a little more suspension of disbelief. Besides, syrup is delicious.

[that's.

fair enough, actually.]

Not either. Lucky, too, 'cos I'd be a bad influence on a kid.

[but she says that with some pride, so she's clearly not bothered.]

Edited 2014-08-07 04:17 (UTC)

What, do they give you a badge or something? Not A Role Model.

[a medal, actually. for acts of valor during the rising; she's got it in her room, along with the last of the mementos she's kept from her time with the hvf.]

Reckon they should've. It'd be dead useful in case anyone got any ideas.

[self-deprecating, a bit, but she can't help herself she supposes.]

[ it's cool; she speaks the lingo. ]

You could present it. For sure. Accredited Bad Influence. I know a few people who could use something like that.

Maybe that's how they chose us. The fairies.

[she refuses to distinguish between imps and fairies she will never terminology them correctly, watch her]

What? Like picking out all the unpopular toys out of the toy box? The ones with too many moving parts and a whole lot of choking hazards? NOT SAFE FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF ANYTHING

Charming. I'm disliking our Occultish Overloads more and more every day.

Or maybe they knew what sort of people'd be a laugh. Though the longer I'm here, [all of oNE DAY, you know] the more I don't think they have brains at all.

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