eachdraidh

[ it doesn't immediately occur to thomas that he could probably just communicate through a text system--as far as he knows, the locket is a lot easier to use by video, and so he does. the network is presented with a pair of big, brown doe eyes before he leans backwards a little, revealing a face that could be rather familiar to some--dark hair, a button nose, moles like spots littering his face.

this is not the man you are looking for, however: this is thomas "murphy", and he clears his throat before he introduces himself. ]

Hi. I'm Thomas Murphy, and I'm--kind of a new arrival. I guess they'd call me a greenie if this was back home. [ there's no hint of humor on his face, but he did actually just try and make a joke, and his tone is a little lighter, for it. ]

Can anyone tell me about the Seelie and Unseelie--in your own words, if that makes any sense? What you know about it...you don't have to tell me any secrets or anything, but, maybe why you're there, I guess. [ he's not going to say which court he is (though it's obvious eventually, by the background of caer scima), but he just needs to know. ] Or, if you're okay with where you are. Not that I'm not, but...I don't know. Is there any reason why someone wouldn't be? They apparently brought us here for a reason-- [ again. ] --since we have these "shards", or whatever they are, but I don't have a lot of trust for anybody who says that, because it's usually a load of klunk.

I guess that's all I've got to ask. [ a beat. ] Actually, that's not true. Is there another map around here? Besides the one they gave me, I mean, it's not very good. [ ... ] No offense.

[ thomas is just going to shut his trap now. he almost physically winces and shakes his head. ] That's it, honestly. I'm just going to... hang up now. Thanks.

[ thomas does hang up, and the feed ends--for all of five seconds, before he snaps it back on. ] Oh, wait--also, I want to know if anyone here's ever heard the phrase "WICKED is good." It has to look like this. [ after a second, there's a typed out phrase that appears instead, with WICKED fully capitalized. ] That's really all this time. Um, thanks.

[ click! for real this time. ]

ex_audacity56

D'you reckon if I asked nicely, I could find some caramel biscuits 'round here?

[she starts off the recording unceremoniously, giving her locket a squinty sort of look. it'd be a lie to say she can pretend she's on the phone or a walkie, but least it's less weird. and considering she's walked into the fucking land of the fairies, she can do with less weird.]

I'm not fussed about the brand or nothing, but I don't want anything their sort makes. Couldn't compare to a freshly opened box of 'em, could it? The food's fine, but I want biscuits, not fairy dust. I know you can get loads of cakes if you ask, [which is dead strange] but I'm not talking about anything fancy. Bit too sweet, anyway, if you ask me.

[and then she exhales. magic lockets. now she's seen everything.]

This had better be working. If someone's having me on about these stupid things — don't suppose they'd come with instruction manuals.

[now she just sounds like her dad, but at least she can decipher one better than he can.]

desperate_times

[The video turns on and shows Chloe, a stunning woman with olive skin and pale blue eyes. Her hair, jet black, is tied behind her, and she looks at the camera with smug amusement. It’s probably her typical expression.]

Hello, darlings.

[There’s a notable Australian accent in her voice.]

Since it looks like I’m stuck here for awhile with the rest of you, it seems like a good idea to stock up on some supplies. It’s a dangerous world out there, you know. A girl can’t be too careful.

I could also use some maps of the area. Roads. Obstacles. That sort of thing. I imagine there might be something worth finding out there, too.

And just maybe, if you need something found, I can be the girl to get it for you. Name’s Chloe Frazer. People say I’m the resourceful type.

foreignflight

[ When the video turns on, it's to the conflicted face of a young boy. He's clutching a letter in his hand, not quite focusing on the camera just yet. There seems to be a lot there just from this glimpse alone. He's not a stranger to what's been going on with the network, although he stopped looking some time ago when it was evident there was going to be more things shared. For their privacy he stopped...

But he didn't expect the letter and it's the letter that's troubling him now. There's a balloon of hope in his chest that he's sure will be popped in just a few simple words. He wants to try, though, to understand-- but he has to ask something before he ca let that hope go one way or other. ]

--Does anyone know how well we can trust the rulers here? They told me they could help me with something, but... I can't trust people who kidnap others for war. I've never met them. They gave me something last month, too, but that was different. This is-- This is something I need to know.

[ A beat. ]

If I do it, I'm going to be away for a while, too. It's fine because I'm by myself, but if anyone has any tips for traveling I'd be grateful.

...At least it looks like all the memories have slowed down. I hope everyone's okay.

brainiest

(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)

THE DREAM;

[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.

Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.

It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.

Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.

Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --

and then she wakes up. ]

ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;

I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.

aliased

I need to someone to take care of my... kitten. [ she turns the locket to show a kitten playing with a piece of string, curled up next to arya's direwolf, nymeria.] I named her Wenda and she's too stupid to take care of herself. [ the cat meows from off camera, as if she's insulted. arya rolls her eyes and relents.] Fine, she's sort of clever. But the fairies said I had to take care of her and I can't take her where I'm going. It's just for a few days.

[ there's an awkward pause before--] Thank you. [ oh and...] Something's wrong with the sky. [ click ]

steeledskin

( VOICE: OPEN TO BOTH COURTS )

Fellow [ ... ] shardholders. Seven blessings upon you all.

[ sansa is back in caer glaem, but there is no visual recording to accompany this address. (perhaps foolishly) she believes she may be somewhat protected from joffrey's attention. she would avoid an address altogether, but she feels there are those in the opposing court who ought to be quietly warned against the evil presence in their midst. trouble is, she doesn't know their names. and so here is a quiet attempt to draw out some of those people she'd spoken with at the very outset of using these lockets. ]

These lands are impressive. I have spent the larger part of two turns of this moon travelling them. Their roads are hard, perhaps, but I find myself oddly...pleased that I made any progress at all. [ there is a quiet (and honest) reverence in her voice. improvement and daring is not a thing she expects of herself, and so the mere understanding that she can now build a fire or ride a horse for days? it kindles something in her heart. a spark of pride. ] Seelie. Unseelie. Both territories boast beautiful landscapes -- I should like to see them painted, perhaps. Are there any artists in either court? Painters? Sculptors? [ ... ] Have we any musicians? These kingdoms must have their own songs. I would fain learn them.

From what played at the first feast, I imagine fairy music must always be a delight.

[ a protracted conversations, perhaps. but she hopes to catch the ear of wary allies and would-be friends. and as for her public behaviour? ah, well. she will be alayne stone a little longer. she is not ready to reclaim herself in one headlong rush. small steps and little leaps must be made. ]

(ooc: this post comes on the evening of june 27th. if your character is in caer glaem and is more apt to find here somewhere around the castle, go ahead and hit me with an action thread instead. i'm good with it. )

fewerdays

So many things are going missing.

[ there's a long pause, as if he doesn't really have much else to say besides that, before- ]

I didn't ask to be here. I don't want to be here.

peeta_bread

[Peeta's found his way to the kitchens, and is currently cooking up a batch of cookies. He stands near the oven, holding his locket so he can talk while he's bored.]

How long has everyone been here? I've only been here a few days, but it's been interesting, to say the least. A little calmer than home. Oh! Hold on.

[He puts on oven mitts and opens the oven, taking out a batch of cookies. He smells them, smiling. He puts it down to let them cool and picks up the locket.]

There's nothing better than fresh-baked cookies. Except maybe fresh-baked bread. If anyone wants any-

[The camera shakes and he makes a surprised noise. A fairy is pulling at his hair, if you can make it out. Peeta grabs a cookie and throws it at the fairy. The fairy falls to the counter with the cookie and stops to sniff it. The fairy actually bites into it, and Peeta turns his locket on the fairy curiously, showing it eating. He turns it back to his face.]

Huh. Interesting. It seems to have calmed down.

all7seas

((The first part of this post is Jack's personal record of his stay at the Unseelie Court. The second bit is action, and anyone near Loch Noa, north of the Station, can encounter Jack. Responses to his locket exclamation in the very last section of this post are also welcome.))

( A bottle-log, first off. Scrawled neatly. Increasingly desperate. Not viewable to the public, just here for its OOC edification. )

[Thus, Captain Jack Sparrow sets off to shoot the Hedley Kow.

Outside the castle, he approaches it where it passive-aggressively chews a turnip. It moos in a low, coaxing sort of way. It is a come-hither moo, but Jack is not charmed. He aims and pulls the trigger, but at that moment, the pistol vanishes.]

BUGGER!

[The beast moos again, and now his hat -- his HAT! -- takes itself from off his head and vanishes as well! Jack is left speechless as, with a final mocking moo, the Kow itself disappears.

No....no, that's not right. The Kow did not disappear. Somehow, Jack realizes, he has disappeared and reappeared Someplace Else. There is a great dark lake before him, dark even under the sun. Trees whisper in the wind. No one else appears to be near. Welcome to Loch Noa, Captain Jack Sparrow. He opens his locket, shakes it, and bellows:]

..........................Monkeytits!

aliased

I need someone to tell me the way to the Unseelie court.

mildly

[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.]

foreignflight

[The face that appears on the locket is that of a boy, barely thirteen. Despite that, he manages to put on an air of someone much older than he should be. He pauses for a moment, wondering momentarily if the message is going through and then feeling a little nervous. He doesn't seem to be very good at addressing people, it would seem.

But there's something on his mind-- several somethings, so he swallows it down and let's out a breath.]

Um. I guess I should start with introductions, right? Everyone else seems to... I'm Ao, Ao Fukai. It doesn't mean much here, but I am an IFO pilot of Generation Bleu's rescue task force Pied Piper. [A beat.] I mean, I was? I don't think I am any more...

I hope no one minds, but I have a few questions. They'll probably sound strange, but they're important.

Has anyone heard of things called Scub Coral? Or Scub Bursts? Secrets are fine, too, they usually appear after a Scub Burst. Scub Coral are sort of like a plant, they're dangerous to the people nearby. Scub Bursts happen when Scub Coral appear and then Secrets appear. That's usually how it happens.

They don't seem to be here, but i anyone's heard of them back home I'd like to know.

[He lets out a breath and rubs an eye.]

The next part is for this place-- How do they expect us to fight in a war that's not even our own? I'm not going to fight someone no matter what or who they are. And I'm definitely not going to let someone else die or something as stupid as this. We're all living here, after all.

[Making a face, he opens his mouth-- closes it-- and then tries to figure out what to say. The next part is weird to ask, but potentially just as important as the last two questions. Rubbing his eyes once more, he drops them from his face and considers. Then he just decides.... not to. And finishes up.]

I'm Ao. I don't care which side you're on, but I'd really like to get to know everyone here. We're more important than some sides they decided to put us on for convenience.

sundroplet

【 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.

bratking

[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.

tensed

[ the way to communicate here seems too much like something the capitol would make. if not for his need for information, he would throw the damn thing away.

( he's still considering a hole in the ground for it as he types. ) ]

I heard some people have been here a few months. I got a few questions.
are there any rules about the woods
what animals are there around here [ it might help if you specified where "here" is, gale. ]
what district are you from?

[ the third question is a last-minute addition, a sign he's not entirely convinced yet that his being here isn't a capitol trick. gale debates adding anything else, but common sense provides the more obvious answers. he's not in the mood to waste anyone's time, especially his own. ]

firith

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. )

boutant

[ While the small stack of books in front of her have certainly come from Caer Scima's library, Ariadne is in her room within the castle, seated on her bed. Asleep with its nose sticking out from her back, head resting on an open book, is a bandersnatch cub -- rather like a cat, it appears to have decided to 'help' her research. ]

If you could protect something -- say, a building -- from anything, what would you protect it from? I've thought of fire, high winds, earthquakes, mosquitoes, falling trees, and hail so far.

[ In the background, the door to her room appears to open slightly; with the wind, perhaps. ]

I'm an architecture student, back home, and there are a lot of possibilities here.

[ She looks like she's about to say more, but just then a glowing red imp leaps onto her head, screeching and yanking at her hair. The bandersnatch cub jerks awake and Ariadne screams, the locket flipped over so that all that's shown for a moment are the sheets on her bed. It's turned up again a moment later, falling onto the floor and on its side this time, followed by a loud thwack.

The imp falls to the ground, dazed; in the next moment, a thick, leather-bound book with a pawprint on its spine slams into it a second time before the bandersnatch cub races forward and grabs onto the imp's legs, shaking its little head and growling in a way that would be adorable if it weren't trying to maim something. ]

Oh, don't- [ before the locket is closed by the hand reaching for it, there's the sight of broken skin and blood -- sharp little imp teeth had found their mark. ]

serving

( Through the locket Merlin looks a little ... well, weary, if we're honest. It's not necessarily the same weariness of a young man who's been put through his paces physically (even though the recent rescue mission took it out of him), rather the slightly greying skin tone that indicates late nights, hard floors, and an over-active imagination. The only problem is that this time it's not his imagination that's to blame: it's everything else - it's this reality - that has him unable to stay still. Call it an over-abundance of nervous energy ...

That's actually only got worse since finding Arthur and Lancelot. Merlin's not exactly unused to having strangeness heaped on him but he's still uncertain about the whole thing: Lancelot died the last time he saw him, for starters, and yet here he is with no memory of it. It doesn't add up, and a simple "well, it's magic" isn't good enough for him. Merlin needs answers. He also needs to find out if only the three of them crossed over to the new realm, but asking the network seems too dangerous. Drawing attention to Guinevere, for example, if Morgana is lurking in a new and improved forest hovel, is exactly the opposite of what he wishes to do. Better handle this one with a bit more subtlety.

Still. His niggling doubts haven't kept him indoors on such a pleasant day - not least because outside he feels a little less like he's under scrutiny from every angle. It was the same in Camelot, he realises, if not for slightly different reasons, although he supposes the punishment for discovery may very well end up the same. He hopes not to find out. From his surroundings it should be clear that Merlin's ventured into a patch of thin woodland, and right now he's knelt over a frothy-flowered cluster that looks a lot like a yarrow plant.

He peers into the locket for a moment (as though uncertain it's actually working). )

... Hello?

( He frowns, then taps it a couple of times, before deciding that he may as well continue. He angles it so that the "yarrow" is in view. )

Does anyone know what this is? I'm looking for yarrow, but I'm - um. Not really familiar with what's poisonous and what's not, here.

( The physician's bag he's wearing over his shoulder slips forwards into view - Gaius' bag, for the Camelot bunch, who should be able to recognise it immediately. He'd been out collecting dock leaves when he'd been whisked away to the Drabwurld, and as Arthur had put it, he may as well go on and make himself useful. The locket moves over it slowly, getting a few different angles, before turning back to Merlin's face, where a self-deprecating smile has replaced the sceptical expression of moments ago. )

It doesn't look poisonous, but ...

( Hey, he doesn't look like an immortal warlock. )

Always better to be safe than sorry? And I don't want to end up giving someone a rash.

( But his smile grows broad at the thought of Arthur rubbing an itchy rash into God knows where. Come on, that's funny! )

... Accidentally. Anyway, let me know if you have any ideas; I'm all ears.

( He really does set himself up for the teasing, doesn't he. Merlin offers a little nod before the locket cuts off - and if he didn't give his name? Well. He's beginning to think that, at least with this crowd, a little namelessness might save him a lot of trouble. )

sangilak

[ 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!! ]

Entries tagged with ao fukai: eureka seven ao

A1. video. [ open to both courts ]

voice ▶ open to seelie and unseelie ▶ forward-dated to after the feast

video | evening after the feast | open to both courts

SCRAMBLE 02 :: video :: open to both courts (slightly forward dated to the 23rd)

( video ; seelie + unseelie )

three names on the list » video. filtered to both courts & away from sansa stark

(third lemon cake) voice ✧ open to both courts

>> 001 >> voice >> open to both courts

Video | Open to Seelie & Unseelie | backdated to the 11th

Introspection | Action | Vocal Locket Outburst -- Open to All

two names on the list » text » open to both courts

First ❀ Video ❀ Seelie & Unseelie

SCRAMBLE 01 :: video :: open to both courts

００１ ☼ ＶＩＤＥＯ ☼ ＳＥＥＬＩＥ＋ＵＮＳＥＥＬＩＥ

001 👑 Video 👑 Open to both courts

( t e x t | seelie & unseelie. backdated to the 3rd. )

❧ video; 03 aka MIRKWOOD OUT (forward-dated to 09th)

001 ♝ video ♝ open to both courts

oo1 ★ video ★ seelie + unseelie

☯ ONE. ( VIDEO, UNLOCKED. + action for caer glaem! )

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