eachdraidh

You guys think it's over? That was scary. [ Like, really, really scary, but she found a bit of inner strength. Plus, a few new acquaintances. Plus, if she focuses on little things like that, she won't be overwhelmed by how terrifying this universe really is. So, after taking time to fix her hair and look relatively presentable, she's addressing both courts. ]

I just wanted to know if everyone was okay--I mean, not just in seelie, but everyone. It was kind of nice, being united together to work on that whole thing. I just wish the end wasn't so terrifying.

Right! So, I wanted to bring up a few things. Everyone has a shard in us, right? And sometimes when people disappear they leave their shards, but what are the shards a greater part of? A big crystal, or jewel? Where is it? Why do we have them, anyway?

Oh, and also, does anyone around the Seelie court know about herbs and stuff? I only know about tea, not about mending people, and I'd really like to do that better. I'll work really hard, promise! Even if you can only teach me like, 20 minutes every day, I'll study really well.

amplified

( there is a level of quiet calculation to the way lydia addresses the locketed network. she wears not nearly as much makeup. her hair isn't kept in ringlets or curls, nothing fancy, but a simple bun. she seems... slightly detached, from everything, though she's not necessarily detached in an unpleasant way. she's just.. well. she's older. and she holds herself high and with a much more adult strength than previously. )

I slept again. I dreamed of home. Or maybe I lived it, while my body was trapped here. Either way. ( her lips form a thin line, something like a smile but not quite. and there is a certain measure of manipulation glinting just behind her eyes. )

For those of you who know Peter Hale, you should be made aware that anything he tells you about his strength of character is very likely a lie. He is a murderer, and he's the absolute best at the manipulation game. He doesn't care about anyone but himself, and it's very likely that he's using anyone he's pretended to befriend for personal gain. Just when you think you might be able to trust you again, he'll probably try to kill your best friends.

( dear peter hale,

you tried to kill scott to be the alpha again, and she hates you! :D )

Just a public service announcement.

PRIVATE TO STILES.

Am I all caught up with you now? What did I miss?

digophelia

[ Alice is outside of Caer Scima's courtyard in a brisk walk. She has the vorpal blade in one hand and elven sword in another. It feels strange, the sword. It's heavier than what she's used to and the way she uses it, she's not experienced in it. As usual, the way she attacks is frenzied, without a care of her own well-being, always bordering on being feral. She's already tried clubbing them with the knightmare hobby horse to no avail. The fact it didn't affect them leaves her visibly startled.]

It wasn't enough that we already made amends that we spilled blood on Death's Altar?!

( cut for visual reference! )

fiercestwarrior

[ Sif doesn't really use her locket too terribly often, but these past few days spent digging up old bones and transporting them back to the crypt of Caer Glaem has made her somewhat philosophical, especially since she has a promise to keep and she is very much a woman of her word.

Her chief helper in the task of transporting bones can be seen as well, since she decided to record this message on a whim just as she was dismounting her cleg. The big animal seems to have decided that she is a worthy enough mistress, since it is rubbing its great head against her arm with enough force that even the sturdy Asgardian has to brace herself a bit against it. ]

Stop that, my friend.

[ There is a somewhat uncommon softness in her tone as she gently shoves the cleg's head away from her before addressing the network. ]

I was tasked by Black Shuck with honoring the plains of Cathraon after the revels of Samhain were over and done with, to mark the sorrow of those lands and to pay it homage. I have been carrying bones from unmarked graves to a final resting place for days now, since it is his will that we do so, but I am uncertain if that is enough to see my oath fulfilled. It is up to me to decide how this should be done, but if you would be willing to share with me how you would do such a thing I would gladly listen. I know many among you belong to peoples strongly connected to the land you walk upon.

[ She's friends with elves after all. The cleg tries to get her attention again, and she smiles a little while she turns away briefly to again make it stop pestering her. ]

On a less somber note I would also ask if any of you ladies in this world know of a way to avoid getting with child should one desire to take a lover. I am unfamiliar with the methods of this realm.

[ Asgardian bluntness strikes again. ]

Thank you, and a good day to you all.

firith

[ Thranduil hasn't vanished off the face of the Drabwurld again, contrary to popular belief, despite keeping his head down since Samhain. Ensconced in the Caer Glaem library pulling up certificates, maps, and all the other ridiculous paraphernalia required for a legalised contact to take place, he flicks on the locket from his desk in a corner of the vast halls, surrounded by stacks. There he sits sipping a goblet of the last keg of leftover Dorwinion ~~which is currently under strict guard in the cellars (looking at you Samhain revellers)~~. On the table are scrolls and books, all of which have been tidied, while in front of him lies a black leather-bound folder, ostensibly containing the point of the broadcast. ]

The High-King and I have come to an arrangement. In exchange for fair recompense, I have bought the rights to the woodlands south of the forest river and west of the Hidden Falls, within a crux of the mountain-range, to be easily identified on any common map. [ It's not quite as simple as that, of course, but he'll save everyone the pointless politicking. That, and he doesn't want to bring up Celegorm's shard in public; it would be bad taste. ] Aelfen and Elven tribes alike will be travelling to Caer Glaem over the next week or so to replenish their supplies, tools and gold, well within their rights to do so, before continuing on to their new homeland. Please show these former refugees every kindness.

[ As dapper as he looks, he clearly doesn't intend to faff about chatting idly about inanities; someone wants a nice long sleep. ]

If you have business in what will be renamed the Maechenibryth, come the turn of the winter season, or have done in the past which you wish to pursue in the future, you may bring the matter to myself, Thranduil, or to my son, Legolas, who will pass it on accordingly. There is much yet to do and I have little enough time to spare.

[ Sipping his wine, he shuts off the locket. ]

( ooc: if you'd like to continue anything from samhain just pop me a pm and i'll get on it, otherwise i'll take this opportunity to declare tag amnesty on that front as it broke my inbox and burned me out, sobs. tagging will generally be slow until after the weekend because of work. ty for waiting! )

parallels

[The locket feed switches out to show Clara out in the fields around Caer Glaem. Her face is dirty and smeared with dirt and sweat. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she stands with a shovel, surrounded by piles of dirt. There is also a pile of delicately picked tulips set to the side. Clearly, she's been putting her best foot forward when it comes to the requests from the court.

She licks her lips before starting, as if she's trying to follow what she's rehearsed in her mind.]

So Clara Oswald, here. Nice to meet anyone I haven't spoken to before. Phones and lockets that act like phones aren't really my thing. [Well that was a poor intro. She sighs a little and moves it along.]

I've been collecting the flowers on the graves to bring back to Caer Glaem. I figured it might be a bit of a nice thing to brighten up the crypts and to honor all of these people. Every time, we visited my mum's grave we'd always bring flowers. But none of these people have anyone to bring them flowers. No one even knows who they are. Figured that maybe that's something we could do. It's not about war, it's just about doing what's proper. That at least, I can get behind, threat of an evil spirit or not.

If you'd like some flowers let me know, I'm going to bring them back to the city. Maybe we can arrange them into something? Can't say that's my specialty but I'm sure there's someone out there who can.

...And then, second part of what I wanted to broadcast. It's a bit of a new direction. More cheerful one though.

[She shifts the camera down to show a little winged dog that is currently chewing on a bone next to her.]

Right so.

I've never owned a pet before. Not even a gold fish. Most I ever had was was one of those little keychain toys when I was ten.

But I got this one as a boon and he's a bit well. A handful. As puppies and children tend to be. In desperate times, my resources are books or my own cleverness; and cleverness has no bearing on puppy logic and I can't imagine there's "Simarg Cub Training 101" in the library, I'm running a bit dry here.

[The pup barks and flies up to lick her face. She laughs, a little more honestly than usual, and pats his head.]

Basically, pet owner advice is desperately needed. I'm sure I can spin whatever you can give me into something useful for this little one.

vanyel_ashkevron

[Private to Stefen.]

[Vanyel is holding onto a pair reins as he begins this video. It's clear he hasn't strayed far from the castle, but he is well-armed. Even his hair is tied back, ensuring that not a single strand crosses his field of vision and distracts him.]

Come outside, love. I have someone I want you to meet - though, sadly, she is no Companion.

[Yet the horses are white and beautiful in their own way.]

I do not wish to leave you behind.

[It clearly worries him to part from the Bard for too long. What if something were to happen in his absence and he couldn't reach Stefen in time?]

I can keep us safe.

[/]

The dead deserve peace. I cannot imagine denying them that - no matter their past crimes. [This is a matter that weighs heavily on him. He has lost many friends to war - though sometimes the war was waged within themselves.] We may judge foul deeds in our own way, but once a spirit passes on, their fate is out of our hands.

[His voice trembles as if he is recalling one spirit in particular.]

Find it in yourself to pity them and lay their remains to rest. I will be doing so until all bones are safely cached in places where they will not be disturbed.

Prayers are not my specialty - [Though he knows to ask the Shadow-Lover to see to their eternal bliss.] I hope good intentions are enough.

steeledskin

[ before the lockets sits a well-composed and well-turned-out lady: her face is set with discipline -- though below it she wants to crack and cry. but sansa stark has a duty -- some imperative -- to speak calmly of grave matters. nothing about this is comfortable; nothing about this is within her conventional grasp. she could compare it to her makeshift trials before the lords declarant or her audiences with the king, but this stage is far wider. out of frame, her fingers tremble. ]

Dear Shardbearers of either court --

[ if her voice shakes then it is by design. some honest fear is permitted into her tone, for what better to move the hearts of strangers than to express genuine dismay at this great knotted problem? she would not have thought to even sell it as injustice until living here and meeting many a person who appeared outraged over these alliances. these marriages. these common cages. ] One turn of the moon ago, High Queen Morla delivered onto me an ultimatum: to marry some Unseelie lord of her choosing, or else invite war upon the Cothromach. Whatever your loyalties, I beg you all to recognize the attempt for what it was --[ and do please fill that blank with your own outraged conclusions. ] I call for aid and support.

[ some words are permitted more of a quiver than others: morla; marry; aid; war. ] But I fear war has come already -- has long already been present -- and today I will refuse the proposal offered, because I fear it was only ever a blade's poisoned edge. I would prevail upon some soul from that queen's court to speak my refusal to her. [ powerful men have met her vulnerabilities with laughter, only to turn and shake their heads when she took small careful steps towards decision. what else is she to do? if she will not play the game by their rules, she must try to write her own. but even now, she hinges her action upon the passion of someone else's protest. someone else's judgement -- for better or worse. ]

The Lady Keeper of the Cothromach will not swear away her city to another court by marriage vows or by vows of any kind. [ except for other partial vows made in quiet rooms with would-be neutral parties. but those meetings are a secret and her announcement today comes instead to engage the hearts and sympathies of prospective champions who might grow incensed over a bully's tactics. lady sansa is not above playing upon their pity if said pity will protect her, her family, and her new city. anyone's pity will do: seelie or unseelie alike. ]

High Queen Morla's dogs are at the gate; let us be wolves when we meet them.

( ooc; i know some efforts have already been made re: the unseelie camps by lancer and others -- there's also a fresh log for the battle itself. )

truecaptain

[Shortly after the events in the Desolate Lands end another video appears. For anyone who's seen it before or met her before, this seems to be a regular occurrence. Because it really is. Kanata already decided that as long as she was here she would continue to sing as much as possible to try to make people smile and have hope. It wasn't that different from what she believed anyway, just maybe more aggressively.

But this time the 'stage' isn't the Station. It's the purple background of Caer Scima. And she's dressed in one of the dresses from there rather then the black-and-yellow idol outfit she had for her other performance. Something's different, however. The slight glowing red aura around her somewhat more colorful and her kirara seems to shine brighter as well.

For what it's worth, she doesn't seem too injured. A scratch here or there and a certain tiredness. She hasn't really stopped singing in a week, after all. But she's trained to not let it show and to continue being smiling for their fans and so that's what she does. The brightness exceeds the pain and she smiles.]

Mm. I know some of you might have heard it before. Our song 'About Hope'... I tried to make sure everyone could hear it. I know it might seem to early, but I don't think it is at all-- so I'm going to do one last song. I think after everything this one works the best... So please enjoy it!

[The song itself is soft and somewhat cheery and somehow melancholy at points at the same time. She sings it well and doesn't falter between dance moves and the song. There's a definite attempt-- more then, really-- of putting everything into this song and somehow the glowing/shining manages to intensify more.]

We were all looking
at the first star,
the star that someone will tell us about someday

It was a long, long journey
until we got here
We thought that what we aimed for
was just an illusion

There was no pain
in such a wondrous thing
Walking and looking at the sky
wasn't at all unpleasant

Why did we believe
in an existence we could never see?
We were searching for a miracle
somewhere in this world
( (ooc cut for lyrics again) )

[When the song finishes she heaves a breath and lowers her hands to her side. The small snake-like creature whirls around her and then towards the locket before floating in place as she reaches a hand behind her neck to consider what to say.]

It's difficult... but as long as I'm here, this is the least I can do for everyone. I'm an idol. I'm a member of AKB0048 and we're idols who come to see you. We don't believe in fighting for something like this and only want to bring our love to our fans and those who need it. So even if it seems small or out of place I'm going to continue to do this for everyone. It's the least I can do.

eagerforlife

[ There's no complaining, no asking for clarification on the technicalities of being pulled to a place like this. It's not that Vanille doesn't have concerns, it's just she doesn't want to voice them to a large group of strangers. Besides, this is a means to an end. If she's here, she can't be Ragnarok. She doesn't have to worry about being forced to play a part she desperately wants to avoid. She's caused enough problems, after all. She's done enough harm. And even if she turns Cie'th here, she's just one l'Cie. She has no doubt there are plenty of people here that could dispatch her, should she become a danger.

So instead of asking about Fang or her other friends (People she does want to see, that she will miss) she instead focuses outward, towards the other people here. She's spoken to a few already, but wants to know more about the different worlds and lifestyles that are out there. What's it like, outside a world controlled by the fal'Cie?

She smiles down at the locket, cheerful and friendly. In imp sits on her shoulder, tugging at her hair. She doesn't seem to notice and just hums thoughtfully a moment. ]

We all come from very different places, right? I've only been here a short while and I can already see that. [ She tilts her head, considering something. ] I don't think I've spoken to two people from the same world yet, actually.

And if I'm being honest, everything I've learned so far has me wanting to know more. That is, of course, if anyone is willing to share? What's your world like? Where do you come from? If you'd rather not, I understand. A world can be a very personal thing, hm?

vaccinations

The locket shows the face of a young teen, her face and hair are dirty and she's staring at the locket intently. Like she doesn't exactly trust it. When it clicks on her eyes widen and a grin comes across her face.]

Oh shit. It's real. Real magic locket. Alright, imps, starting to believe that you weren't totally fucking with me. You got me on that one. Not that I believe all of that shard stuff. You woulda thought people would notice something like that. [The locket spins on it's chain once before she grabs it again and observes everyone seriously.]

Alright so. Most important things first. Where's a girl gotta go to get cool magic stuff? The locket's not bad, but I'm talking the good shit. Like flying powder and wands and fire powers and breathing underwater. If they dragged us here, they better not hold out on us. I already asked the imps to give me a dinosaur to ride but they said I had to wait for "boons" or whatever the hell that is. I mean how can you drag me here and then make me wait? It never works that way in any book I've read and I've read every book about magic left in Boston. [An annoyed huff! It's barely an exaggeration. She really did read every book about magic left in the boarding school.] Those imps were dicks or else this is a major secret character test.

[Then her face drops into a more neutral expression, Like there's a lot bubbling beneath the surface but she's trying to cover it up as best she can.]

Okay, next important stuff. I'm looking for a guy named Joel. He's big, gruff, wears flannel, comes from the great land of Texas. [She even imitates a Texas accent for emphasis! It's terrible tbh.] He's probably kinda grumpy and stomping around right now.

[She's so clearly worried that the forced neutral expression isn't doing much for her. But still, trying to keep it together. It's hard with the conflicting feelings of "holy shit magic" and "oh my god where the fuck is Joel."]

...Joel, if you hear this, say something over the lockets. I know it's weird as hell but just. Do it.

justwillow

Huh. This is kind of neat- little magic and it acts like a-

[Focus Rosenberg. You're stranded in a mystical realm with imps and faeries and all sorts of bad things could be happening back at the castle-- because who decided that would work? Having a bunch of slayers in a house didn't work out too well, So the logical conclusion was putting them in a giant castle with lots of weapons! Brilliant Idea.]

Uh, Hey! I'm looking for a girl named Buffy- Or any of the slayers. Buffy- She's about yay-big [She gesters to about her height.] Blonde, superhuman strength with killer fashion sense and a penchant for puns? I really hope she's here. Or uh-. A sarcastic British guy named Rupert Giles? Or Xander? He's a guy with an eyepatch. Kind of dorky but in an adorable way- Sorry Xander. [she mutters to herself] I'd even settle for Spike.

[She takes a few deep breaths. This was getting a bit too panicky. Calm down, calm down.]

Sorry for all the word vomit- I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. I guess I'm the newest contestant on this island.
Does anyone know anything about the energy here? It's kind of... abnormal.

stillhope

[There's some hesitation at first, unsure if the locket is working, but with a small sound from the imp beside her, she adjusts. The image is no longer one of the stars and boughs of the trees overhead but resting on the face of a weary elf. A weight had been lifted off of her with her arrival, though the chill still remained - seeming to radiate from within.]

Mae govannen [(Well met)], these creatures informed me I am in the Drabwurld just beyond the Unseelie castle. They do not seem to be able to tell me how I might return home. It is imperative that I do not linger here, my father will worry.

[Among others, though he would be first to notice her absence. It could be a terrible distraction from the war, causing worry when it was unnecessary - even cause a horrible loss. That could not happen - no on her account.]

Goheno nin [(Forgive me)], but I must return to Imladris at once. You seem to have powerful enough magic to bring me to your world, surely it could not be such a hardship to return me home. Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

[And with that the locket closes, uneasy eyes searching the forests for an unseen danger - far too accustomed to things like orcs roaming in the night. The sooner she could be returned home, the better.]

survivra

I don't want a locket.

[ katsa's dangling hers in front of her face, close to and giving a clear (as much as the locket's image quality is capable, anyway) image of her mismatched eyes, one an unnaturally vibrant green and the other a bright blue. she's Not Happy, if the pull of her eyebrows is any indication, and her voice is impatient. though the scene behind her isn't easy to make out, since she's holding the locket close, an astute observer might notice the twisted branches and dark green flora of la llorona. ]

I don't want any gifts. I'm not here for any kings and queens, so you can have this back—I'm not going to be yours more than I am anyone else's to do your bidding. There are enough kings to deal with already in Lienid and the Middluns. Do you imagine I won't find my own way?

[ well, all she heard was "from high king and queen" and "send a message" as she was busy trying to kick an imp in the face when she got her locket, so she thinks this is how this works. ]

nowthatsfunny

Okay, I get it. [ Tess' tone is brusque, cool, almost flippant. She feels fucking weird talking into a locket, of all things, but it's been a long damn time since she's had anything like a phone, so hey, might as well try this out, right? ] This place is magic. Fairies, trolls, goblins, whatever. You have 'em. Like some kind of fucking fairy tale. [ She honestly isn't sure what to believe right now, so she's getting right to the point. ] I just have one question for you. Cordyceps. Have you heard of it? And more importantly, is it here?

[ Tess glances aside for a moment, her eyes flashing with - fear, maybe. Not that she would ever admit that. ] Because I can live with magic and shit if there's no infection to worry about.

[ Whatever 'living' might entail here, anyway. ]

alikeness

I'm looking for someone. [ no doubt, a tried and true phrase the lockets have played before. Connor tacks a piece of paper to the locket so that everyone can see his drawing of a demon. it's sketchy and messy, but a pretty good likeness considering he was being beaten up during his confrontation with it. guess he inherited one more thing from his father's side. ]

He's over seven feet tall and made completely out of stone. And he's mine. [ and by the look on his face and the tone of his voice, that clearly means MINE TO KILL >:[ !!!! but the sassmasters of eachdraidh are welcome to poke fun at him anyway. he lowers the paper, revealing the rest of him and the lovely decoration scheme caer scima's rocking. ] He'll try and kill you, but I don't have to really warn you guys about that, huh? From what I've heard of this place, that's what we're supposed to be doing.

[ killing each other!!! guess who hasn't been given the 'make love, not war' lecture of his life. there's no clear sign on his face that explains what he thinks of that exactly. He moves to turn off the locket and hesitates. ]

I want to know. [ how do I get out, who can I beat up right now, where can I find Angel -- ] Who's winning the war?

playmakings

Okay. [ Kelsi takes a deep breath, trying not to look too frazzled. She's feasted, woken up, and...Nope. She's still here. She takes a quick breath and offers a shy, slightly waning smile to the network of lockets. She's in her room--it's one of the smaller ones--and Ryan Evans can be seen in the background with his eyes closed, doing yoga. More specifically, parsvottasana pose. Kelsi seems completely oblivious. ] So this isn't a dream, that's--great. [ That's one word for it ] Which means if we're all here for a very long time, it's probably a good idea to say hi? So...

[ A little awkward, but she lifts her hand in greeting, the smile completely gone after her hand moves to fall on her lap. ] Hi. I'm Kelsi, and if there are any Wildcats out there, please let me know? At first I thought this was a dream, except normally my dreams involve East High still, and musical signups, sometimes I dream about tea, and--oh! Right. I also wanted to know if anyone here has a good singing voice. And maybe if you were okay with letting me hear it?

It's not for something weird! I promise, I promise, it's just--If I'm going to be here for a while, I might as well do something. Like write, right? [ Wow Kels, way to not tell people what you actually do. ]

One last little thing--if anyone was going to university or college for music composition, I'd really like to get into contact with you. There's this bit in one of my text books that's really confusing to me for some reason. Thanks!

[ She ends it with a little wave--and throughout this entire conversation, Ryan has moved to Downward Dog, and eventually to a handstand. ]

wallhanging

[ Han is still staring at the ‘screen’ of the locket like this is the most ridiculous piece of tech he has seen in his entire life. Still, his voice is confident, and beyond the general expression of disgusted disbelief, there are hints of worry in the way his lips thin. ]

So, apparently, there are no space-ready or functional craft, and even if there were, there is no telling where in the Galaxy we even are. [ Assuming, of course, they would be in the galaxy that Han knows. Which he is beginning to suspect is not the case. ]

So here’s a better question… What’s the best craft available for transport, and what… business is there, to be doing.

[ Chewie’s not here, the kid’s not here, Leia’s not here, his blaster doesn’t work. Hell, he’d even take old Kenobi or even Greedo over most of this crowd. Better the devil he knows.

And, all right, he kinda breaks at this and has to ask. ]

Also, honestly, how do so many of you folks not know that light has a speed, and space travel is not difficult. Really.

[ ~~And all this magic bs can't be real.~~ Hell, these people are worse than Kenobi's Force mumbo jumbo ]

impeaches

For those that are unaware of me, my name is Renly Baratheon. Times have been trying of late, I believe, and we have all been suffering ills that there are few words best to describe. It is for this that I would desire to offer myself as a helping hand or soothing ear for all that desire it or have found themselves lost or without an ally to aid in soothing their turmoiled emotions. You may find me through this network or in my rooms in the castle; the marking of a stag is upon my door and you will be greeted by my fawn, Laurel. I doubt it will be hard to miss.

[ And now for the main point of his post:

LOCKED TO: SANSA, ARYA, MARGAERY, JON, GENDRY. ]

My dear friends and kin; I would hope that I could meet you all sometime in the near future, once your own missions and duties are attended to. I have brought gifts for you all that I would like to pass on as soon as matters are in hand. I would also wish to hear more of the fate of Ned Stark. You have my thanks.

enjoymyatelier

[Well, someone's experimenting with the locket's video function! Someone... smug. He's smiling about something, though his attention seems less focused on addressing the viewers than it could be at the moment.]

Quite remarkable, isn't it? Ah, I wonder if they have extras they wouldn't mind parting with? I'd love to see what sorts of enchantments are put on these...

[Then he seems to realize now isn't the time to nerd out, and addresses the locket a bit more directly.]

But that's for later --- for now, introductions are in order, I believe. I am Lord Kayneth El-Melloi, Ninth Head of the Archibald House...

[...he trails off a bit, looking a bit like he's forgotten himself again, and then shifts gears a bit.]

Of course, if there's anyone here who recognizes the significance of that, I suppose I'd like to speak to them more directly.

[NAILED IT.]

As for the rest of you... well, if we are to be allies, I wouldn't mind opening up discussion of anything that would make our victory more certain. In particular, I'd like to know about other worlds' magic, both yours and our enemies'. Admittedly, that's almost more for curiosity's sake rather than purely strategic purposes. This is a rare opportunity indeed, and I'm not one to squander it.

[His enthusiasm does fade a bit, though, as he thinks on it more.]

Though, really, I'm certain I'm not the only person here who was brought here while in the middle of something extremely time-sensitive, am I? Have they made arrangements for that sort of thing? I'm aware of legends of how this sort of thing tends to go, and I'd rather not return home to find out that a whole century's passed.

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