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[ It takes little time for Thorin to realize he must learn as much as he can about these lands. If he can't leave, if he can't go back, then at the very least he ought to make sure he finds a safe place for him and the few he keeps close. He has not met many so far he would ask questions, and even the few he did ask could only tell him so much.

Library it is, then. However, this becomes a problem when, after almost an hour of looking through the castle, he can't find the place.

Not only that, but he also ends up getting lost through the corridors.

When he speaks to the locket, he is not actually asking anyone. He is asking the locket itself for directions. ]


Tell me the way to the library.

[ He frowns at the locket for the longest time, waiting for some kind of immediate response, frown deepening when it doesn't come. ]

This useless-- [ And it shuts off. ]


((ooc: open for action at the seelie court!))
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[Margaery's composed on the locket, a soft smile on her lips, hair loose and flowing down her shoulders. If nothing else, the fashions of the Seelie Court suit her. There are fine tapestries on the wall behind her. Yeah, she got a nice room, too.]

I've been remiss in introducing myself these many weeks, I hope you'll forgive me for that. My name is Margaery Tyrell of House Tyrell. Some of you may already know my brother, Loras, whose company I am grateful for every day.

[And, more recently, for his sword.]

Some of you who've so recently arrived may be missing loved ones of your own, but take heart. They may yet find you. I only pray that the courts won't keep you separated.

[She glances off to the side. Woe her darling husband-to-be. She looks back again.]

I am no warrior myself, but I've been trying to find my purpose here as a healer, as well as helping with morale. If it pleases you, I would be happy to take a walk with you in the bailey and discuss our lands while enjoying the beauty of this one. Or I could teach you a song. Even such a simple thing has become quite useful of late. If you're troubled by any mischievous fairies, I believe I can help.

[And maybe make herself as rich as a Lannister in the process.]
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the face that peers at you through the device today has many freckles and really big, green eyes. rapunzel will peek at the device, squeal and disappear from sight.

...only to come back a moment later and clear her throat. totally confident.

she will lift the locket and narrow her eyes, trying to decide what to do. while she does that, you might notice she had began to paint on the walls of her room. you might also notice what seems to be an endless length of golden hair.


Ah - how do you do - er - Caer Glaem a-and Caer Scima, too! I - think.

Anyway! my name is Rapunzel and I thought you could sort of help me out. If you want to and you don't have to I mean that would probably sound rude, haha.

I need help locating some things, er -

hold on, she'll take out an actual list and try to sound formal

Your assistance is needed in finding: chameleons answering to the name Pascal, paint of any and all colors especially yellow and orange, pine nuts, sea shells, hair brushes, fabrics, needles, blankets, scissors, paper, candles and paint brushes!

she takes a deep breath. that was kind of a lot, wasn't it?

All of these are very important and they might have a little to do with my birthday that I postponed because the fairies came and asked for my help and I thought, well, a person can have so many birthdays but so few adventures with fairies even though it seems you had your hands full perhaps a bit too full...

Um! anyway. There would be cookies as a - er - boon for any help provided!

-- thank you.
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[Joffrey only recently figured out how to get this thing working. It was all a bit baffling, really, for someone who was used to having to hand-write letters and potentially wait weeks for a response depending on where it was going.]

Firstly, for those who don't know me, I am Joffrey of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. If that’s too much for you to remember, ‘Your Grace’ will do.

[Screeching and clawing can be heard from behind a nearby door.]

I've got one of those things trapped in there causing quite a fuss.

[He holds up his sword, Widow's Wail, a rather ornate sword with black and red ripples throughout the blade.]

I think it's time for a demonstration of what Valyrian Steel is capable of.

[He opens the door and takes a swing at the enraged imp, cleaving it nearly in half. It falls to the floor with a thud. Joffrey is usually quite the coward, but he seems to be pretty confident when holding Widow's Wail, placing a lot of faith in that sword and its capabilities.]

You see? It's no trouble at all. If anyone - anyone of the Unseelie court, at least - wants to go hunting for more, I'm ready, as long as you don't slow me down.
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The nature of evil is such that it spreads like rot, out of sight and festering until it inevitably makes itself known. This is how it is with people of all races. Elves, Men, Dwarves ... Hobbits. [ Looking at you, Gollum. ] Everyone must decide, sooner or later, to give into this sickness or to rise above it. They know it when it touches them. They know right and wrong, yet still they covet the latter with deplorable excuses.

I have no patience with debate in this matter. I do not care for it.

[ For anyone who saw his furious exchange with the Unseelie a few days ago, it will hardly come as a surprise that the Elvenking is hard-faced and forging his ill-temper into something productive. He cannot be blamed, what with his only child a ruin of his former self. Having felt closer to his father's hot-blooded choices tonight than at any other time, he takes pride in Oropher's name and tempers a long broadcast with an even tone throughout. ]

I am Thranduil Oropherion of the Woodland Realm, Elvenking of Eryn Lasgalen; formerly Mirkwood, a land few of you will know. There I raised a kingdom under the threat of a great Shadow and my Halls endured for thousands of years. As of this moment, I renounce fealty to Caer Glaem and its rulers on behalf of myself and Prince Legolas, who was brutalised at the hands of fools that would wear Unseelie colours and fly the flag of those who barter in precious gemstones for the exchange of innocent lives. They are wrong to do so. They excuse their actions in any way that seems fit. 

What a pretty war this is, so neatly stacked on either side. Shard-holders do not know one another, yet still they raise their swords and scream war-cries without hesitation.

We teach children better sense than this.

[ Or he did, at least. ]

I will rebuild another fortress away the malicious madness running rife in a location I have already decided upon. One home I lost to the sea, another to a Dark Lord and thrice have I lived in the wilds, forced to keep my people moving for years; the last, I walked away from freely in order to come here. A mistake. The fortunes of Men rise and fall and so it is here too with the Fae, yet still I offered my help. I was repaid in broken bones; as a result I now break ties. Given how simple everything is here, I suspect this will not be difficult for people to grasp.

This land would take my son from me, the last of my bloodline. I shall carve out a new home for us, in recompense, before we are hauled any further into this ruinous mess. 

[ The locket pulls back, showing the Elvenking at the Station in one of the odd tops from its endless stores (a hoodie, he has heard it called) while his usual clothing is being cleaned. His hair falls freely over his shoulders and he looks tired, no older than a mortal in their late twenties but with grey-blue eyes that are cold and weathered as tempered steel. He might seem impassive to some, but to a keen eye there is fury behind each slow blink.

Slow are his words, measured things that come from one who has lived long enough to know that if it is worth saying, it is worth saying well. ] 

For in time, all foul things come forth. These are early days, the flames of war are but flickers in the dark even with the most recent of losses shared. These numbers will grow and those who were free people ere they were tricked and dragged here will be slain together on a battlefield like so many before, nothing but stains that run ruddy across the unforgiving dirt.

It will be a meaningless slaughter

[ It's like looking southward toward Mordor; the threat of needless murder is a chill breath on his neck as he recalls Legolas's cries, his agonised sobbing as he could barely hold his broken arms around his own father. He cannot do it. Thranduil physically and mentally cannot commit to a pointless massacre, so in this broadcast he makes it known how he will respond to the current climate: by over-seeing the construction and maintenance of a safe-haven, one that will endure and defend at the command of a single lord that does not care to carve jewels from the chests of innocents.

With Legolas maimed in body and soul, Thranduil cares for very little else at all. ]


These will be my last words on the matter until I have my affairs in order.

[ And the feed ends abruptly because, frankly, his son needs him and is more important than anyone else. Replies will come intermittently throughout the day, while he attends his recovery. ]



( OOC: If you've ever wanted to see an elf in a hoodie, here you go. )
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[ The face that appears in the locket doesn't look distressed at all. Unlike most of the new arrivals, he's actually quite accustomed to being whisked away to strange new realms. So rather than looking upset, Hook's face is calm. He's smiling sheepishly, even. ]

Well, this certainly the warmest welcome I've received in a new realm. Never had a feast held in my honor. I could have done without being dragged here by those nasty little imps, but I'll try not to hold it against our hosts for using such... unconventional methods.

[ In all of the kidnappings he's experienced (more than one, sadly enough), he's been subject to much worse abductions. He leads an interesting life. ]

I'd like to learn more about this shard that's supposedly embedded in all of us... Why hadn't we heard of such a thing before? Believe me, I'm quite familiar with magic.

[ Hook's eyebrows raise, and he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small piece of paper. ]

Speaking of, I'd like to inquire about a few people-- perhaps you've ran into them, or heard a name in passing. They tend to leave quite an impression.

[ He begins to read off the paper. And yes, he had to write down the names so he wouldn't forget. ]

Rumplestiltskin, may also go by The Dark One. [ If there's any hope of getting out of this place, he'd know anything. ]

Snow White and Prince Charming, also known as Mary Margaret Blanchard and David Nolan. Belle. Regina Mills. [ He pauses, leaning forward and grinning a bit. ] The Evil Queen Regina, if you're into a more dramatic flair.

[ He looks back at the sheet. ]

There's more on the list, but I'll spare your ears. We're all weary, after all.

[ Oh but before he cuts off -- ]

Captain Killian Jones, by the way. Hook, if you prefer a more colorful moniker. A pleasure.
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[ let's play a game, bilbo said. it'll be fun, bilbo said. don't use naga, your dog is a crutch. YEAH WELL YOU KNOW WHAT.

korra would've totally won within minutes if she'd been able to use her best friend for help, but pride wouldn't let her.

but now here she is, about three days later, visibly frustrated but letting it only last for a few seconds, perking up when she finally gets the locket to work. ]


Hey, who wants to help me play a game! [ despite her broad grin, this game is super not physically demanding. really!! ] See, I lost someone, and for the past three days I've been trying to find him, but, heh, I guess he's a better hider than I thought.

[ behind her, the giant polar beardog lets out a sigh, her tail thumping lazily on the floor. ]

What? [ korra turns to face the massive animal, who picks her head up, letting out a half-bark. ] Naga, you know the rules. I can't ask you for help, but Bilbo didn't say I couldn't ask everyone else...

[ naga just fixes korra with a look that says "you're doing it again" before placing her chin on her paws. ]

... Yeah, well, no one asked you. [ and so korra turns back to the locket, still pushing a grin. ] If you wanna help me find him, he's about—um... [ she lifts a hand to her stomach... lower... hip... ah... fuck it!! ] He's really short and he's got this curly hair and really hairy feet. He kinda... looks? like a kid? But don't call him that because he's really a grumpy old man and he's kinda sensitive about that.

[ and with that, korra nods once and ends the feed!! she and naga are going to be around everywhere in the castle looking for bilbo, so if you'd like to action in this post, go right ahead!! ]
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[Tauriel had spent the better part of a day learning the functions of the locket by watching how others used the device and asking a few questions. So it was with some confidence that she appeared using the video function of it. She is still a little uncertain as to how to address people properly on this... whatever it is.]

I am Tauriel and it has come to my attention through the Lady Galadriel that both my liege and his heir are here as well.

[there is a momentary pause, as she debates if she should inquire for anyone else being here, then decides against it. For now her main concern is for them.]

Therefore, I am looking to speak with either of them. They are King Thranduil and Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm.

[In the end, and almost impulsively, she adds afterwards:]

If there are others who know of me, I would be glad to speak with you as well.
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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. ]