eachdraidh | first scream ♚ voice ♚ open to both seelie and unseelie.

I've heard that this magic device is the best way to address both the Seelie and Unseelie courts and their members. In the midst of all of this chaos surrounding these disgusting worm beings, I find myself wondering why it is that no one has tried to take a general census of the population. We're clearly, most of us, new arrivals. For whatever reason that may be, it stands to reason that we should at least talk to each other. Especially since it's likely that we all have at least one or two other people we know from our own homes. So, first things first. How many of you have come across someone you knew before you arrived here? Are they friends, or are they enemies? How are you handling things? ( Lydia has determined that she needs to take a survey, more or less, and find out as much as she can. See if she can discern any patterns in the population. See if she can find a rhyme or reason to what's going on... To why this place, why these people, why this timing. )

Secondly. If there's anyone else here from Beacon Hills... Speak up. Clearly there's something going on here that involves at least a few of us. I'm wondering how many more of us there are.

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[ ...a lot of questions were asked. sansa doesn't feel like answering most of them; however, she does want to see what others say. primarily, she wants to know what other westerosi might be haunting these halls. or the unseelie halls, for that matter.

but there is a careful line to be toed -- the one between revealing too much and revealing just enough. ] I've met many from my...home. [ how odd to talk about it so casually. ] But not all of them were known to me before we arrived.

( That isn't quite an answer she'd expected or prepared herself for, because she's Lydia Motherfucking Martin, and she knows anyone who's anyone in Beacon Hills. So meeting someone from home that she didn't actually know at least a little bit about would be a difficult thing to experience. She mulls it over for a moment before she replies. )

Do you at least share similar goals? Or interests?

[ goals? hmm. their goals, she supposes, must be grander than hers. all she wants is to survive. but many of them are (in a way) allied. ]

Only in so much as we all of us, here in the stronghold, have something in common.

Which is either that we've been chosen to fight and aren't really sure if we want to, or we want to leave. Am I right? Or is there something else? ( She would apologize for being intrusive... If she felt bad about it. )

That we all of us have been compelled here -- perhaps against our better judgement. [ and that we all must do what we can to survive. ] Likely, it's the same for the other stronghold.

Is there anyone from your home that you've found on the other side? Or are you walking into this juuuuust about as blindly as I am? I'm getting mixed answers, so I'm comparing notes.

Maybe. I think -- [ she lies. ] None I know personally, you understand. But it seems we share a land at least.

Ah. So, same place, but you've never actually met. What's it like where you're from anyway?

[ what a strange question to be asked. having known nothing but where she's from all her life, she isn't sure how to word any distinctions.

except: ] Cold. Winter has come.