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.]

Comments

[baseborne]

--Grey. [Stark colors, Stiles!] And no one falls for them, anyhow. And Sansa's the head of the family, not me. [Ahh, inheritance.]

[teenyoda]

Really?

[Okay, he's actually going to step in and get a better look now.]

Huh. They look brown from here. And you're still the oldest. Big bro. Man of the house.

[baseborne]

[Careful, Stiles, the closer you get the more powerful the puppy eyes!] Half bro--ther. [He tried to say "bro" but he couldn't do it, he just couldn't.] I'll give her advice if she seeks it, but it's her word that's law.

[teenyoda]

[He'll chance it. He's had Scott's head in his lap with those big browns looking up at him and been able to... not... resist at all. Goddammit.]

A brother is a brother. Just live with it. And I think... I mean, I don't know for sure [yes he did] but I think Sansa will be open to suggestions from you. And talking. Like... stuff. Probably.

[baseborne]

[Jon fidgets, just a little.] In truth, it is.. hard, to trust that another will make the right decisions again. I do not miss it, gods know that, but... [His shoulders slump and he trails off. He doesn't want to say that Sansa shouldn't be her lord father's heir, that's disloyal in so many ways and he is already swimming in the guilt of once wishing for Winterfell to be his own.]

[teenyoda]

But she's young and this is a really messed up situation?

[Was that what Jon was getting at? Because Stiles got it.]

Look, this is... we don't know what to expect from this. So you guys, you need each other. One might make a crappy choice, but hopefully the other will tell them they're being an idiot. With love.

[baseborne]

[That manages to startle a snort out of Jon. Stiles.] I'd also not advice you call most lords or ladies "idiots" to their faces.

[teenyoda]

Well, maybe I won't, as long as they aren't idiots where I can see them.

[Your lords and ladies suck, bro. He says this with love.]

[baseborne]

It's those ones that are idiots that you must needs be careful for, Stiles. A lord with a brain in his head won't punish a man for telling the truth, but there's plenty others who gladly will.

[teenyoda]

And that's why I have friends with big swords and wolves. No, just kidding.

[Not really.]

If they can keep their stupidity to themselves, I won't point it out, but if it affects others or people I care about? Haha, good luck.

[baseborne]

Then I suppose you'll have to come to Cothromach, if I'm expected to keep your head attached to your shoulders. [Sansa said yes so no excuses!!]

[teenyoda]

Mm, well, since you've asked me and your sister has too... I guess I don't really have a say in the matter, do I?

[baseborne]

Oh, you have as much say as you've always had. [They've been over how much he doesn't follow orders, not that coming to Cothromach had been an order.] I don't know how much the wolves will like it, though. In those mountains, and under the earth.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, well, wolves are kind of forest creatures, huh? Maybe make them a little wolf-garden to run around in. Can't really rock out with your bad wolf self if you can't pee on something, right?

[Pointedly ignoring the rest because hah, Jon. Hah.]

[baseborne]

Would a wolf-garden really grow inside a mountain? [So Jon has never actually been to the place he's about to help rule, whoops?] I've no idea, in truth.

[teenyoda]

They have indoor greenhouses and gardens where I come from. We could work something out if we need to.

[Now Stiles was picturing them living in a mountain. Way to go, Jon. You were going to just shatter his dreams.]

[baseborne]

Well, we've got you, haven't we? You can make it now inside a castle, surely you can do something for trees for my wolves to piss upon. [Wait. He's only seen the others in his wolf-dreams, Stiles still only knows about the one...] --Wolf, I mean. Though Nymeria is welcome to it, too.

[teenyoda]

[As far as Stiles knew, Jon was still taking care of the pup. That meant wolves.]

Well, yeah. I'm not making boy wolf and girl wolf gardens for pissing purposes.

[baseborne]

[Alright, he can't not look amused.] But what if they should wish for some privacy? Would you deny them such things?

[teenyoda]

Dude...

[He gave Jon the most bland look he could muster.]

They lick their butts and have sex in public. I really don't think they care about anyone watching while they pee.

[baseborne]

Ghost doesn't do either of those things. [In public....] There ought to at least be separate trees. It's only kind.

[teenyoda]

You sure about that? Maybe Ghost is just as fickle as you in looking for the right lady wolf to get his freak on with. And they're wolves. They'll pee where they want. Just be glad it's not in your shoes.

[baseborne]

[So not engaging Stiles on the subject of hanky-panky, that leads to dangerous, embarrassing places.] If they start wetting in my shoes now I'm laying the blame solely at your feet, Stiles.

[teenyoda]

... Ha... the worst part about that is that you didn't even do it on purpose. You're gonna lay your shoes solely at my feet? God, Jon. Words. Words have meanings.

And you'd better not blame me for your canine incontinence problem. Put doggy diapers on them.

[baseborne]

And what are "doggy diapers" meant to be?