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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[Deuc considers not responding for a while. It seems almost crude, leaping to attention at the behest of a teenage girl, and he wonders if hiding his presence might be more advantageous in the long run. But the enemy of my enemy etc, and if there's some familiarity to be found in the playing board here, he wants to be able to grasp it.]

You realise mentioning Beacon Hills could net you less allies than you were hoping.

[Hello, Lydia.]

( The tone of the voice is just menacing enough that it sets her on edge, and she chooses her words very, very carefully. )

So long as I know where I stand.

( Hello, Deucalion. )

[A thread of amusement filters into his voice at that, though it's not quite tilted mocking.]

A luxury we'd all like to have, I'm sure.

[It was the same thing he was trying to ascertain, after all. Maybe she was sharper than he'd considered.]

I suppose we could call it lucky, then, that our captors have taken the time to divide us up so neatly, but I can't say I've ever been comfortable viewing the world in black and white. Especially dictated by someone else.

( Lydia isn't one to speak before she thinks, ever, but this particular conversation smacks of manipulation. She's not dumb. She can pick up on that easily, especially these days. )

It doesn't have to be a luxury. The two factions here have seen to a pretty clear-cut line.

( He's not wrong. Grey area has always and will always exist; here, it exists within the division of friends and loved ones between factions among other things. )

A good point. But I know where I stand, and who I know here that I can trust, within my faction. I know who I can't trust, from the other. The question is, where do you stand?

A line chosen by creatures who do not necessarily follow the same morality we understand. If the old tales are be believed.

[But the tales had been just that: tales. Converting the information to reality would likely be riddled with as many problems as comparison with all the fictional portrayals of werewolves.

Still, Deuc can't really say he's been placed on the wrong side.]

Are you asking what faction I'm in, or if you can trust me?

From what I've been able to discern so far, the difference isn't so much good versus evil as it is order versus chaos... Though, those are just rumors, and I'm not entirely sure how based-in-fact they are.

( Both. She's asking both. She knows the answer to one already, really. No. He cannot be trusted. But... )

Either or.

I suppose you didn't have much inclination to fairy stories and folklore, before we arrived here.

[It's not clear from his tone whether he thinks that's a failing on her part or not.]

I've found myself housed in the halls of Unseelie. I suppose you can take a degree of trust in how unsurprising you'll find that.

Of course I didn't. I'm just getting used to all of the other<.i> things that decided to come to Beacon Hills and make camp.

( She laughs, a little dry, bark of a response. )

Knowing there are miles between us is neither surprising, nor lacking in any sort of comfort. But I still haven't been able to quite understand or decipher what, exactly, all of the differences are between the two courts.

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