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]

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.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, that doesn't really surprise me. Even in my world, we got them at a... well, a time kind of beyond where you guys feel like. I mean, not that you guys are actually from that time in my world, but...

[He was doing that thing where he didn't make sense again.]

[steeledskin]

But we look like the ancient past to you. [ she sighs -- having come to terms (sorta) with this dismissal of what she saw as modern times. ]

[teenyoda]

Yeah, kind of. I mean, I'm not... it's not bad or anything. It's just-- It's different.

[steeledskin]

And yet you speak of so much about it as though it's wrong.

[teenyoda]

I don't mean to. It's just...

[Sansa... god.]

Not as advanced. We've found a lot of things out in the last seventy years alone, and a lot of it contradicts things we thought were fact. Medical stuff. Sciency stuff. Stuff that saves lives, not just stuff for convenience. So it's hard to look at what sort of feels like hundreds of years ago in my time and not want to just throttle the people where you live. Because feminism. And vaccines and antibiotics.

[steeledskin]

-- Throttle us.

[ because yes. that's what she picks up on. ]

[teenyoda]

... Metaphorically, Sansa. Not literally. It's just an expression.

[steeledskin]

But how terrible a one!

[teenyoda]

That's sort of how we are, where I'm from. Lots of "I'll kill you"s and "I'll hit you so hard, your kids will be born bruised." We're a verbally violent bunch, but it's mostly verbal.

[Unless you were a werewolf. Or a hunter. Or a kanima. Or darach. Or werecoyote. Or evil fox sp-- you know what? Just... nevermind.]

[steeledskin]

Not quite so different from Westeros, then. Except--

[ she (almost too casually) presses her palm against her jaw. like supporting her head, but in reality she was tenderly cradling that part of her that had taken the first hit. ] It isn't mostly verbal. We must take those words seriously.

[teenyoda]

Well, if it's not mostly verbal, then it's not the same at all. Saying 'I'm going to kill you,' which, by the way, my dad's said a million times, is more just a sort of indicator of stress and concern. Or anger, but in a... I don't know. I never actually think my dad's going to kill me. And I would never actually hit or kill Scott, even though I tell him I'm going to kick his ass all the time. He just knows it's me being... not happy.