Video - Seelie/Unseelie

[teenyoda]

[The image that comes onto the lockets is an almost peaceful one. The blue sky and white fluffy clouds that bob a little from the POV of the locket. A little movement shows that that's because the transmission is clearly coming from a boat. The locket, with a little more jostling, is shown to be resting in fabric on what appears to be the deck of the boat. One might be curious as to why a transmission was coming suddenly from seemingly nowhere on a boat, but the answer shows itself soon enough in the form of one suckered tentacle flipping the locket around. If it was ever possible for an octopus to look both pissed off and surprised out of its mind, this one was doing a very good job. One of its many arms clutched at a small feather, the other limbs flopping around and smacking at the deck as the thing clearly tried to actually go somewhere. It couldn't walk to save its life and wound up rolling out of the pile of clothes, taking the locket with it.

Heavy stomps could be heard as boots came closer across the deck to the cephalopod, a shadow coming between the sun and the locket as a large man loomed over it. "Well then. What's this? How's you get aboard, ye slippery little thing. Back to the sea with you."

A hand bent down to try to pick up the octopus and there was a flurry of lashing arms as it latched onto the man and refused to let go. Curses were spat and the man called out for a fellow sailor, but before the other man could come closer with the knife it held to free his shipmate, a third voice joined. One others might find a bit familiar. A naked seventeen year old was clutching the man's arm and looking up at him with fear and horror. It took Stiles about five second to remember about the locket and he dropped to the deck, scrambling for both his clothes and to turn the locket off.]

~*~

[It was about twenty minutes later when a red-faced Stiles showed himself on the network.]

Um, about that...

Sorry? I... have no idea what happened. One minute I was standing looking over the rails and the next... um... aha. Let's just pretend that didn't happen, okay? Okay. But, if anyone can tell me what just happened, that would be really, really helpful. Especially in making sure it doesn't happen again.

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[all7seas]

You turned into an octopus, flopped a bit, gave out free arm-hugs, and then the nudity.

[Jack has been popcorning his way through the whole thing. He is especially attracted to anything regarding tentacles and the sea, mostly because that haunts his nightmares still.

All told this might be a short conversation, but he is trying to be helpful.]

[teenyoda]

... Looking for an explanation for it, not a recap.

[So rude, Jack.]

[all7seas]

An explanation........



Have you been craving raw clams lately?

[teenyoda]

... No. Have you?

action. sorry, stiles.

[tensed]

[ he came up on deck just to catch the end of the debacle. coming closer, gale sheds his jacket and holds it up, giving stiles some degree of privacy so he can dress. gale keeps his eyes firmly on the railing.

— doesn't stop him from attempting to ruin any sort of goodwill the act might have merited him. ]

Pity. We could have had a fresh meal.

[ this is a joke. but who would know really. ]

You're a liar, sir.

[teenyoda]

Aha, look at the funny man. Making fun of the traumatized. You know what's not fun? Having eight arms.

[He hadn't had a clue how to work them all at the same time, hence the spastic 'dance' he'd done.

He was flushed when he got his clothes on, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be and casting Gale sideways glances.]

You want fresh, there's an ocean right there.

that is madam sir liar to you.

[tensed]

Wouldn't know, [ comes the easy return as he slides his arms back inside the jacket, ] never had more than two.

[ when he turns to look stiles in the eye, he does not wear a smile nor is there hint of laughter except perhaps in his choice of wording. it's not a laughing matter — anything but, in fact. stiles' embarrassment, however… ]

You okay? [ abrupt metamorphosis aside. the face he makes shows how stupid he knows the question is after what he witnessed. but it bears asking. ]

M/S. LIARPANTS

[teenyoda]

[This is a guy Stiles is still really uncertain of. He's been on the boat with them since they left, but Stiles has been too sick to bother trying to get to know any of the others that weren't already in his fave-five.

His answer to the question is to run his hands down over himself, then give Gale a shrug.]

Seem to be. Everything's where it should be and no extra tentacles left, so... that's a bonus.

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[baseborne]

[Jon comes up after all the commotion has died down. He's still not doing much better, but at least he has less of a thousand-yard stare and more of a general mope now. The feather he'd found floating just over the port bow is tucked away in his pack, after it kept snowing on his head and he couldn't get it to stop.

He still probably got the better end of that stick.]

I heard you were causing trouble.

[teenyoda]

[Snow, Jon. Really? So predictable.

He huffs and gives Jon a look, rolling out his carpet and setting it to float.]

Me? I didn't do anything. This place, on the other hand... won't stop screwing with me.

[baseborne]

The men say you were an octopus.

[Jon gives him a look that says he thinks that's the sort of trouble only a guy like Stiles could possibly find himself in. It's like some sort of terrible hidden talent.]

[mesmerism]

Uh, you wanted to get closer to the surrounding sea life? Probably a spell you didn't want to activate.

[teenyoda]

I'm not exactly in the mood to grow fins and commune with the fishies. I think it might be closer to that last bit.

[mesmerism]

Do you have a book where you can look this up? Otherwise this might cause bigger problems later on.

[truesight]

It's the feather!

[ totally blurted out because wow, been there ]

I found that out the hard way, too. I didn't even realize it was a thing, and then- bam! Everything was huge, and I was on all fours, and for some reason all I could think to do was cling to the stupid thing in my paw, but that was what kept me like that for longer than I should have.

And then there were two or three fairies just flying around in my face, like they knew, and when I tried to run away I let go of the feather, and- yeah! It was wild.

But, so, it's the feather.

[teenyoda]

The feather. Okay...

[That would be going into his bag and never coming out again. Maybe. Probably. Okay, it'd come out later.]

And it stops when you let it go?

[truesight]

I think so! But it's not like just touching it made me change, I was carrying it around for a little while before anything happened. I just haven't touched it directly, with my bare hands, since. I really don't feel like being a- whatever I was again. A groundhog, maybe. Or a gopher. It was hard to tell.

There's probably some way to control it, but who knows.

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[steeledskin]

[ she can't be far away. below decks, perhaps. but she's been scarce! lately, she's stopped coming out to see the sick sick stiles by his deckside bed. she's stopped doing a great many things.

but hours after his address to the network, she pipes up with a quiet question: ] Did you learn what caused it?

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[teenyoda]

[He figured she was just as upset about Jon as their dad getting taken away and he'd let her have her peace. Jon was on the deck and therefore fair game, but Sansa was clearly wanting to be alone, so he'd let her.

But he was glad to get a little bit of contact from her and he smiled, nodding.]

Yep. Apparently it was that stupid feather. Someone else called to let me know it happened to them, too.

[steeledskin]

[ the nudity was shocking; scandalous, even. but the social panic pales in comparison to her deeper sorrow, and so she needn't comment upon it nor cling to it. but the memory is there -- and some day, eventually, she may find the spare heart remaining to feel shamed.

but for now: ] Gods. I'm sorry. The voyage has been hard enough for you already.

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[extramural]

Interesting.

[ Four black fish flit around the speaker, swimming in midair. ]

Strange things often happen at sea.

[teenyoda]

... Are you in a fishbowl?

[extramural]

[ b l i n k ]

No.

NOT HERE

[aliased]

[ HE TURNS INTO ANIMALS. SHE'S GOING TO BE NARROW EYING HIM FOREVER.]

NOT HERE

[teenyoda]

[Actually, an octopus is a cephalopod and totally different as an aquatic creature. AND IT WASN'T HIS FAULT.]