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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[bullhorned]

Why shouldn't I? I'm good at banging things, as you say.

[teenyoda]

...

[Give him a minute. He was trying not to laugh. Trying. Trying... Failing.]

Heheh... yeah. Okay. If you say so.

[bullhorned]

What.

[He had learned to know when Stiles was trying not to laugh. When that happened, it was usually something that was going to make Gendry unhappy.]

[teenyoda]

Nothing. Nothing at all. Just...

[Banging. Haha. Okay, he was five.]

[bullhorned]

You go talk with my uncle. Mayhaps he'll appreciate your wit. [Someone out there has to.]

[teenyoda]

Maybe I will.

[Spoiler: he does.]