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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[amplified]

... Malia? ( last lydia knew she was out of eichen house and starting school... ) Stiles -- did you fall asleep?

[teenyoda]

N..o? I left. I think. I remember going home and... stuff.

[Right. Okay. Stuff. Lydia stuff. Lots of stuff. God, why was there so much stuff?]

But I guess the shard thing or whatever brought me back? I don't really...

I don't know. I don't think I remembered being here when I got home.

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Oh. ( she wrinkles her nose. ) It didn't take me home. It just... kind of put me in a coma. When I woke up and remembered -- you know. About Allison, and the Nogitsune.

( she frowns, deeply. )

What's happening there?

[teenyoda]

[Things Stiles hated: Being in a position where he had information that Lydia wanted. Nope. Not his favorite spot. Not lately, anyway. But hey, at least the worst had happened, right?

No, that didn't really make it better.]

Ah...

[Stall, Stilinski. Stall like your life depended on it.]

You... got new shoes?

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[aliased]

You finally woke up.

[teenyoda]

... I wasn't aware I'd been sleeping? What-- ah. I'm confused.

[aliased]

You were asleep. They couldn't wake you.

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[baseborne]

[Jon spotted the locket message first, but he makes his way to Stiles' room instead of replying on it.

There is little baby direwolf fur all over his blankets, sorry not sorry.]

Stiles! [If people could stop having comas around Jon, that'd be great.]

[teenyoda]

You sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure I was back home.

[aliased]

I'm not stupid. I know what sleeping looks like.

[teenyoda]

[Dammit, Jon. Did you let it use him as a chewtoy? That is not how you best friend.]

Jon? Hey, man. Any clue what the hell happened?

[teenyoda]

So I was here the whole time?

[Okay. His brain was having problems with that...]

[baseborne]

You were asleep, and would not wake, as Sansa was a moon's turn ago. [And now that the secret's out, he raises both eyebrows pointedly (no comment on whether or not Stiles was made into a chewtoy):] But we saw less fit to sprinkle you with salt and talk of kissing you.

[aliased]

Yes.

[teenyoda]

Well thank god for small favors. Let's leave all the kissing and salt to the experts, okay?

[The expert clearly being him.]

So... I didn't leave at all?

[teenyoda]

Chatty little bugger, ain't ya?

[baseborne]

You did not move an inch. [A pause--] Why?

[aliased]

[ you've figured it out!] I'm not a bug.

[teenyoda]

Because that's not what my brain's telling me. I'm pretty sure I went home. For months. So... you know, this whole sleeping coma whatever thing just doesn't feel right.

[teenyoda]

It's a saying. It has nothing to do with bugs.

[Welcome to Jon's permanent confusion, Arya.]

[baseborne]

It was a week, more like, and I'd have noticed if you were gone. [Because he camped out in here like a goober at least an hour a night.]

[aliased]

Then why say it?

[teenyoda]

[Was that a warm fuzzy in his chest? Nope. Just some kind of direwolf hairball. THANKS, JON.]

Really? Maybe I'm going to have to have a chat with the queenie about these little comas. Because... yeah. No.

[See? He made so much sense.]

[teenyoda]

Because it's a saying. It's a thing you say. It's a... just... don't worry about it.

[aliased]

Why not just say what you mean?