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Video - Unseelie/Seelie

[The locket screen shows a blonde with slightly mussed hair and a skinned chin. Her eyes are wider than they normally are and it's obvious to anyone who's seen panic that she's trying to fight back a little of it right now. She also has her back to a door, one that she seems to be trying to keep closed.]

Okay. Okay. Um, I did not sign up for this, okay? Okay. There are... things out there. It ate one of the little flying guys. Then there were more and then it got bigger and then...

[Then she found her leg being caught and pulled and she'd tripped and bumped her chin and kicked at it until her shoe fell off and she was freed. And now she needed a new shoe.]

It took my shoe.

[This is very important, guys. She now only has one shoe and can't run properly.]

I don't suppose anyone has a... thing that can make them go away, do they? Maybe a really bright flashlight? Or... crap, I don't know. Anything?

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[While she might normally object to being called 'darling' by a strange, drunken man, he's also a strange drunken man who's offering to help her and she's pretty sure she heard something Englishy in his accent. We all know the English love their little pet names, dove, love, chippy.

So she unlocks and cracks the door open, seeing the first shadow monster chewing on the imp (eww) and more coming to join it. Crap.]

That's your idea of help? Get my shoe!!

He has done his shadowly duty into your shoe, I fear.

[It's not something he really wants to touch at this point.]

... Eww.

[When this was over, someone owed her a shoe.]

You coming in, or are you just going to sit there and mourn the shadow-poop in my shoe?

[That's enough of an invite. Jack slips into her room, slams the door behind him, and leans against it. He is still a bit out of breath.]

Smells like burnt treacle. [Shadow-poop, he means.]

Darling, I hate to point this out, but there are more of them out there and they mean to eat you.

[Not her room, but it was the nearest one she could get into to hide in.]

Very helpful. No, really.

[She just sighed after that, head back and thudding against the door after she'd closed and locked it. Then she got a good look at him. Oh yeah, totally a pirate.]

Don't suppose you've got some kind of... magic woo-woo powers or something to make them go away? Or to get us out of here?

You mean something like this?

[Cue finger-waggle.]

I don't know. Does that actually do anything other than look vaguely disturbing?

[There is a renewed thumping on the door. The shadows must have finished picking imp out of their teeth.]

Apparently no. There was a magical word, but it escapes me at the moment; a magical word to banish them.

[he looks toward the window as the wooden planks of the portal shudder against his shoulder blades, wondering whether all of the shadows have now combined into one monstrous beast.]

Not good. But all is not lost, tiny one! We may defenestrate ourselves to good purpose.

[As much as she wanted to take offense at the tiny comment, she really couldn't. Five foot one was as good as she got and compared to the lanky beanpole of a pirate, she was definitely tiny.

And then the rest of what he said filtered through and she just gaped at him.]

Are you seriously suggesting we throw ourselves out the window? We're at least three stories up. Three castle stories. I don't know about you, but I can't fly. Or float. Or bounce.

LICKAMERCY!

[Pardon him, Veronica -- he thinks he has just remembered the magic word.

He hasn't. Or not quite.]

We'll simply tie together the bed linens. I've done it hundreds of times. LICK! LUCK! LICKAMERCY!

Asking you why you've done it hundreds of times is just going to give me a headache, isn't it?

[The shouts of licking mercy had her giving him the weirdest look before she went over to go look out the window.]

Well, good news and bad news. Good news; there's no broken glass or pitchforks or burning tar pits under the window. Bad news; it's really, really far down.

[Not that she had a problem with heights -- as long as she wasn't falling from it.]

Look, I appreciate you coming to help me, but there will be no mercy licking here, thanks.

LACKAMERCY! [He hasn't given up, even though the door behind him shudders with heavy blows. Jack screws up his face, tongue poking from his mouth as he briefly licks his lips. What was that damned word.]

LIKE-A-MERCY!

[No. He relinquishes the door and hurries to the bed, ripping sheets off. No use looking out a window. It was better not to look too hard.]

Linens! Get me linens, girl!

Do you have Tourette's or something?

[But she's scrambling over to the bed, pulling off the sheets and heaving them over to him at the window. What? He didn't tell her to tie them.]

[That's okay. Jack would never trust some girl with his escape sheet knots, no matter how sassy she was. His knotwork is swift and sure, and he quickly realizes they sure as hell are not going to have enough length for her to reach the ground.

They CAN probably reach the second floor of the castle, though, and that might be enough.]

Never heard of him. Trying for the magic word, child. It's escaping me on account of I'm beslobbered with rum. Lacka-something-something. Mercy. Something.

Did it ever occur to you that big things trying to eat people was probably a bad time to indulge in a drink or fifty?

[She went over to the window to look down, seeing the same thing he had. Not long enough. Shooooot.

The door thudded again, harder as the creatures seemed to have melded together into mega ultra lawkamercyme and she looked at the sheet.]

Ah... you sure you tied that right?

[He just glares at her. How dare she question his knot-tying abilities?!?!?!?!]

[He's a strange drunken pirate. She'll question everything.

So she gives him a look like... 'WELL????']

The knot.....is perfection.

If you say so.

[Hear that? That was doubt. Lots and lots of doubt.]

[The door is shivering and seems ready to shatter beneath the blows of the shadowbeast outside. And Jack still for the life of him can't remember the magic word. He grabs hold of the end of the tied-together sheets.]

Grab hold of me, savvy? Now is the time for evacuation. Expedient evacuation.

[She hesitates because honestly, he looks like he might be a hotbed of lice and... other things, but a delousing is a reasonable price to pay for not getting eaten. She comes over and tries to figure out where to grab.]

Right. Sure. Expediate away.

[There is no bed hotter.

But really, Veronica, there is so MUCH on him to grab. Hair, beard, sash, belt, bangly things, lapels, collar, shirt, coattails, arms, waist. You are spoiled for choice, young lady.

And if she hesitates too long, he's just going to grab hold of her under one arm, their makeshift rope with the other, and make the leap out the window.

There is a shattering clatter at the door.]

Any time, now. Anyyyyy precious time, now.

[She hesitated and was grabbed, but she was quick to cling to him like a monkey as he went out the window.

There was an embarrassing squeal as she felt them drop, oh god, they were going to die. She didn't want to watch herself splatter, so she clung onto him instead.

Meaning she didn't see the wall coming up to meet them as they swung into it. Guess who hit it first.

No, really. Guess.]

Ow!

[She's such a small person that it's easy to maneuver them both out the window. The drop, however, is much trickier on account of this isn't a rope, just a bunch of bloody high-count linen fairy-elf blighted bedsheets bound together with beautiful nautical knots.]

That's going to leave a mark, I expect.

[He positions his feet against the stone wall and tries to run them across to a nearby second-floor window ledge. Who knows whose room it belongs to; the point is to get them off this bloody wall.

Unfortunately, his efforts come up just a little short. It's also rather hard to concentrate when there is a raving shadowmonster leaning out the third story window you just defenestrated yourself from, slavering and leering down at you with its needle-teeth all agape and its shadowy appendages swinging around improbably.]

You're going to have to reach, darling. Grab hold of that window.

[She probably already realized that, of course. Hopefully.]

Lockamercy!

[Wrong.]

[Still a bit winded, she looked up at the thing that was definitely a few hundred times bigger than the ones that had attacked her earlier, pulse jumping at the teeth gnashing at them before she looked around, appendages clinging to him as she looked for the window he was -- ah, there.]

Don't drop me. You drop me and I swear to god...

[Just... she wouldn't even finish that, that's how bad it was. So much pain. Glowering at him as a threat, she slowly started to reach out for the edge of the window, fingers crawling along stone as she put more and more of her upper body out into the open to try to reach it.

Just about.... Almost....]

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