Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Partially Accidental) | Action for those in Troichean Beinn

[teenyoda]

[The image comes on of a room, an unfamiliar room to all but a small handful in Troichean Beinn. The picture rises and falls rapidly, a panting sound coming before there's a sharp cry and the visual changes to the wall as the body wearing the locket rises.

Sorry, folks, but it seems like Stiles turned the locket on while he was having his nightmare or vision or whatever the hell it was, reaching for something to help him get out of it and flicking on the video. Oops? He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't so confused.]

Scott? Malia...?

[He blinks, eying the stone walls in front of him and groaning as it all comes back in a rush. Drabwurld. Fairies. Crap.

It's a moment after that that he realizes the locket's on and he looks tired as he turns it to peer into it, seeing it unlocked to both courts. Great.]

Um... I guess I left? But I'm back now. Though... I'm not at Caer Glaem. Am I still at Troichean Beinn? Gendry? Jon? Sansa? I thought I would have shown up back at court, but hey, look, they don't entirely suck.

[Nope. Someone didn't know they'd been sleeping. He thought he'd left and gone for months and came back. Who wants to break the news? Shut up, Peter.]

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[steeledskin]

Not home -- [ she chides and reminds him. ] The long Summer was near ten years before the snows returned. People forget, I imagine. They stop remembering the cold.

[teenyoda]

Right. Wow, that's... Your whole planting thing must be so messed up. Like, how do you harvest for a winter that lasts for like... years?

[steeledskin]

Carefully, I imagine.

[ she was too young in the last winter! ]

[teenyoda]

I hope so. That seems kind of like a disaster waiting to happen. How long do winters usually last?

[steeledskin]

[ she let the snow trickle from her fingertips. ] Maesters say a winter's hardness will always rival how soft a summer came before it. But in Winterfell it snowed even in summer.

[ and so alayne's love of the stuff is writ large. as she'd hidden below that name, she'd taken these small opportunities with stiles to try and be herself again. the magical tree had brightened her whole life. ]

[teenyoda]

[There's another word and the snow stops spitting at her. Maybe if they were outside, he'd let it go for longer, but they were still in his rooms and that wasn't generally the best place for a snowman.]

So... you guys lived in like, the Alaska of your world. Okay. I can dig it.

[steeledskin]

I'm not certain. [ ... ] Mayhaps? If you say so.

[ she is far less concerned with the state of the chamber. sansa sit back down. from nervous habit, she fidgets with her handful of snow. compacts it. rounds it. sculpts it on the arm of her chair. ]

[teenyoda]

Where I come from, there's, ah, polar caps? Like, the southern most point of the planet and the northern most point are covered in ice and snow. All year. Forever. There's summer, but it's a summer of ice and snow. Then there's places near the equator... [Wait, Sansa speak needed.] Uh, in the middle of the world, like, halfway between the southern and northern parts. That whole belt is always hot and like, never snows. Then you have the parts in between that get the actual seasonal weather for the rest of the year.

[steeledskin]

And you live between, don't you?

[ she doesn't look up from her work. she's making a jagged-tipped mountain in snow. ] Or that is how it sounds.

[teenyoda]

Yeah. But I sort of live closer to the middle belt, so we don't really get snow where I live. Maybe once every ten years or so or a freak snow storm, but the weather only dips a bit in winter.

[Nice snow pile, Sansa.]

[steeledskin]

How sad--

[ with the edge of her nail on her littlest finger, she begins to carve out a tiny castle. the eyrie. ] Winter is a dreaded thing in Westeros. The Stark words warn of it. But I found I welcomed it when I saw it again. It's a pretty and pure season.

-- What season was it when you were home, Stiles?

[teenyoda]

[Funny she should ask...]

Winter. It was about the middle of winter. No snow for us, though.

[Was she... making a snow castle? Sansa... someone needed to show you how to sandcastle.]

[steeledskin]

[ it is a crude little thing. but here is the tower and there an arch. already, it began to melt and she attempts to shore it up. borrowing from the mountain's base to make a palace. ]

No snow. But was it cold?

[teenyoda]

Mm, colder, but California doesn't really get that cold during the days. The nights can get a bit chilly, especially in the winter, but... enh.

[steeledskin]

...But no need for furs?

[teenyoda]

[His cheeks puffed out as he looked at her, breath exhaling in a rush as he rolled his eyes.]

Yeah, we don't really do furs all that much anymore. There's... mmm, I'm going to say there's a lot more people on my world than in yours, and trying to give everyone a fur is just... no. There's humane issues about breeding fur animals since we don't really do hunting the same way either. So most furs are actually fake furs and we've come up with other kinds of fabrics to keep warm. There's still like, really furs, but they're hella expensive and you might get paint thrown on you from activists for wearing them.

[steeledskin]

[ very little made solid sense to her. what makes a fur fake? and who would throw paint? all she knew for certain was she coveted her furs. her fox-trimmed cloaks and her lines boots. her blankets. her gloves. she loves to wrap up in them and maybe loves them more than silk. it's a close call. ]

I...I see. [ she presses her lips together. still, it isn't what she's after. he talks about home so broadly. she wants to know more. ] Stiles! Your friend. Scott. Did you speak with him again?

[teenyoda]

[There was a bright smile at the mention of Scott before it faded. Right. Scott. Who wasn't here. He chewed his lip, giving her a more sedate version of the grin he'd had.]

Yeah, we talked.

[They'd done a lot more than talking, but that was his life now. Fights and deaths and supernatural things that could kill him. Welcome to life; Version Spooky.]

[steeledskin]

Tell me. How is he? What joys did you share?

[ his smile had been so brief! she pauses in her sculpture work when she sees it and longs to see it again. ]

[teenyoda]

Well... ah, neither of us are dead. That's good. That's up there in the joy department. Peter's been put away, though, that kind of sucks because he's here now. Um...

[Yeah, you stumped him.]

[steeledskin]

Put away, Stiles?

[teenyoda]

Beat down. And then put in an mental institution since you can't just go throwing werewolves in prison without spilling the whole 'oh, by the way' thing. So he's in a wing of a mental institution that knows about... well, that knows about stuff. So hopefully he can't plot to, you know, kill my best friend again.

[Huff. Because honestly.]

[steeledskin]

Werewolves. [ them again. ] What sort of an institution is this?

[teenyoda]

Ah, it's a mental institution. For people that aren't right in the head. Depression, suicide, schizophrenia, MPD... stuff like that. Stuff that makes it hard for them to fit into the world around them without hurting themselves or others.

[steeledskin]

I...I don't believe we have places such as that. [ she knows of village idiots. of dimwits. of those whose minds seem questionable. but-- ] Or if we have, I've not heard of them.