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[It's take a lot of building himself up to making this broadcast. First, he starts with voice. ]

Err - listen, Jem, if you're listening in, close your locket over.

[It's an odd thing to say, but when Kieren switches to video, it should become apparent why. He's bare faced, eyes white with star burst pupils. The more they get used to the light, the more they'll start to look like pin-pricks as the video goes on. There's dark, purple-blue circles under his eyes and a yellowish tint around them. His mouth is blue and slightly black at the sides. He swallows out of habit, the feeling of a phantom lump lingering in his throat.

He looks like death, quite literally. There's a reason he's been mostly using the audio option to communicate. ]


I guess I just wanted to offer full disclosure here. To both courts, really.

[He chews his lower lip. ] So, some of you know my sister already? I don't know how much she's told you about home, if she has at all. But she might have mentioned something called 'The Rising'. You can probably tell where this is going.

[He has no idea how Simon can be so confident about what he is, at home. He wishes he were here now, for support. ]

If she hasn't, well - the dead rose from their graves and started eating brains for a while. It was - well. It wasn't really ideal. I was one of them.

[Well - it feels sort of good to have that off his chest. ] I'm better now, obviously. No brain eating or anything like that. No eating much of anything, really. I just wanted to be honest, I suppose. Better that than keeping it a dirty secret.

[He sucks in a breath. ] So yeah. That's that, then.
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[backdated to August 2nd, sunrise.]

I require several shardholders who can accompany me to Redgate within a few days. Aside from your availability, I also require that you be skilled in combat without magic and that you can take directions without raising a fuss. None of this is negotiable.

If you believe yourself to be capable of this, please respond, and we can arrange to meet.
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[It takes some tinkering for him to figure out how to work the locket. But he's a clever guy, and not unused to magitech- so eventually he figures it out. And once he does, there's a video feed of a man with red hair and wearing pink coming onto your lockets]

Well what do you know, a piece of tacky jewelry that talks. What I always wanted.

[He then seems to direct the feed more now, clearing his throat and giving a smile]

Hello out there all you beautiful ladies! ♥ Oh, and all you guys too I guess. If you don't recognize my handsome face, I'm the great Zelos Wilder! But you can always call me Zelos too.

Anyway, I just got here last night, so I'm feeling a bit lost to what's going on. All I really know there's something about being on another world and some war going on with these tiny fairy guys. I can't say I'm eager to fight for some guys who abducted me, but if anyone can give me information, I think it'd be good to know!

[And then it seems the cheerful sass dies down a little on the next request, sincerity coming through instead. Colette had just been with him, and he had been looking for Lloyd already- so he's worried they got dragged into this mess too]

Oh, also- I don't know if they're here, but if anyone's heard anything about a Lloyd Irving or a Colette Brunel - could you let me know? ....Thanks.
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[He's been toying with the idea of video for about an hour; but he's taken the contacts out for now, and he's too aware that Jem might pick up her locket and see him. And so, he goes with voice. ]

So, fairies. That's - that's great.

[Now that he's got this locket working, he's not actually sure what to say. 'Hi! I'm Kieren, I like the Ramones and long walks through the graveyard'? Christ. ]

Listen, I'm still a bit overwhelmed. If overwhelmed is the right word to use. I've been through some pretty weird shit, but this really takes it to a whole new level.

[A beat. ]

My name's Kieren. I was hoping someone might be able to make some sense out of this? If that's even possible.
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[ Hans has made pretty good legwork around Caer Scima during and after the feast, but that's not quite enough to satisfy his curiosity on a few matters - the locket, for one, and the other court for another. So he might as well kill two birds with one stone, right? Besides, while he's still getting his bearings, the best thing he could do what get to know as many people as possible. He hates being so unfamiliar with, well, everyone.

So he greets the video feed with a friendly, enthusiastic grin, his actual exhaustion buried deep beneath the surface. ]


Good evening! I apologize for the interruption, but I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce myself. I'm Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, and I've only just arrived in this world. As you might imagine, it's a bit overwhelming. If wouldn't mind taking a moment of your time to help me better understand the conflict going on here, I would appreciate it.

[ Then, after a thoughtful moment: ] And for curiosity's sake, who else is a royal in their own world? Surely, I can't be the only lucky one here.

[ Sure, lucky, SOMETHING LIKE THAT. ]

Thank you for listening. I hope we'll be able to cross paths in person soon.
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[ Every man has to have a perilous journey once in their life. For this teenager in particular, he has spent the greater part of the month on horseback with a particularly ornery horse and a map gained through the trading of wares and little else. Souda knows nothing of surviving in the wild-- his nights were spent in bug-filled tents and his days were spent navigating and sometimes getting turned around because he just couldn't control his horse. He's lost several days getting away from Caer Scima, and frankly, he never wants to do this again. ]

[video]
[ Fast forward several hours, particularly to July 6th. He's finally made it to the station. He's a complete mess, struggling, hungry, and bitching the whole way through. He ties up his horse wherever it's supposed to go, with a quote of "If someone steals ya, I won't complain even a li'l!"

A fairy stops him. He tells it he just got done with the worst month of travel in his entire life and he wants nothin' to do with nobody until he's got fresh clothes and contact solution.

He's then told about the new feature. On the maps. The fairy rings. There's now a way to travel with much greater ease.

The look on Souda's face is priceless. ]


[ Voice ]

I'm... I'm done. I'm so done. So freakin' done. D - O - N - E. Take yer stupid horses and yer maps and stuff 'em where the sun don't shine, there's no justice in this crappy, stupid--! I'm done! I'm never leavin' the station as long as I live!
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If I might ask, has anyone ever tried requesting the return of a lost loved one as a boon of our fairy hosts?

I do fail to see any reason why they cannot do their precious guests the favor of so much as trying.

[It sounds neatly closed for a few moments. And then Alexia goes back in, as a lazy afterthought.]

While thinking over what I might like from home, if ever I had the occasion to request a token, I merely found myself puzzling over the rules our requests are to adhere to.

[She doesn't sound bitter, no - or really upset, not at all; it isn't really fair to be exasperated when one doesn't know the supposed reasoning, after all, and, well, she hasn't tried and thereby gotten an immediately exasperating response. Peering on the edge of scrutinizing the fact, on the other hand...]
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[ It begins with a set of scarlet eyes staring in to the feed. The woman belonging to them tilts her head, and curiously leans back, offering a modest smile. ]

Hello there! That is, if I've got this thing working properly. [ Fingertips framing her cheek, she laughs. ] I'm quite new here, if you hadn't surmised. I do have purpose for this broadcast, however; I assure you.

[ She straightens up with a gentle clearing of the throat, playing at taking on a more professional stance. ]

With the ongoing war, I feel that it's especially important that we are able to care for our wounded. In - ah, my world, I suppose you'd say - I practiced as a medical professional at the Royal London Hospital, and thusly, would like to extend my services to anyone in need, regardless of alignment.

[ A finger raised, in point. ]

Particularly, it is my hope to connect with others that also have experience in the medical field. As I've been told that many of us come from different times, and technology directly affects our field, it might be beneficial to assist one another in updating our methods of practice based on what materials we have to work with here.

So! [ A clasp of the hands. ] if any of the aforementioned points might apply to you, I'm counting on you to get back to me, Angelina Dalles-- okay~? [ And a wink! ] I'm looking forward to it!
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[There's a pretty blonde lady's image in the locket. She looks into the feed, tilts her head a touch, and - smirks, or that's an easy way to describe it, and she speaks.]

It appears that I'd not be the first to ask after family, and so, I'm looking for my brother, on the chance that he might appear here, too.

[No reason he oughtn't - it's obvious already that the fairies have brought people into their court from the dead, and so if she was possible to "fix", well - Alfred would be an easy one.]

His name is Alfred. We're twins; you would notice a resemblance.

If anyone meets him, do tell him that Alexia Ashford can hardly wait for him to speak to her again - not once have we had the opportunity to talk since we were children.

[Not that she sounds as if she's dying of anticipation; it's all a pretty bland message. It's a chance, all right. An off-chance, and well - what happens is what happens. She's here herself, either way.

On that note:]


At any rate I think I'll feel rather at home in the Unseelie court. The culture I'm learning it to have reminds me of my old workplace's - somewhat.

Except far more... whimsical. [That'll do. Any light sauciness holds for her last couple of sentences.]

I'd never have thought that I'd live among fairies! Though it seems that such a notion wouldn't have taken a lot of you by surprise.
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[ Despite the inherent excitement that is likely what lead to her being actually, properly visible to people outside of the supernatural realm, there are just some things a ghost cannot shake off. Like the fact that while on recording, regardless of how corporeal they are in person, a ghost is still a ghost. She's visible, but only to an extent. Like a hazy, transparent projection, embossed against the image as if poorly photoshopped in. ]

So does this thing record or is it more like a .. live broadcast sort of thing? Kind of hope not, but if it is, hello! I guess.

[ If there was something she wanted to say ... well, she doesn't seem keen on saying it. Or perhaps there'd been nothing of great importance to begin with. She just sits there looking amicably pleased, watching the little transmission locket in pure interest. ]


... I'm Annie by the way. From England- since I've noticed this isn't England anymore. [ Look she'd only paid partial attention to what the fairies had said, to begin with. ] Anyway, bit of a strange question. Thoughts on, er, vampires? Werewolves? ... Ghosts? Just curious. Study purposes, personal interest. That sort of thing. 

[ Another beaming little smile and the transmission ends. She really isn't good at this. ]