eachdraidh

[ Someone's chilling in boxers in a steaming hot spring he'd obviously made for himself. Problem is, everything around him is covered in an ungodly amount of snow. ]

You never actually miss the sight of hot babes in short skirts and plunging necklines until your spire gets dumped in a place so cold Satan would probably freeze his butthairs off. On the bright side, I think I might've spotted a yeti. Or that might've been someone's mother-in-law, who knows?

[ Still, Johnny looks largely unaffected by the mildly unfriendly climate. He's fishing an egg out of the hot spring, cracking it on the ice. It's hard-boiled. ]

So, anyway, Gailleann's basically stuck in Everwinter. When life gives you snowballs, make an awesome sport out of it, right? [ He bites into the egg, chews carefully, then swallows and adds: ] If you're sick of the tropical, muggy weather and want to come by, the Spire's open to you. The fires are always burning in Gaillean. Just don't try to kill anyone, and we're good.

More importantly: there's a new skating rink that my guys just worked overtime to make, and a bunch of awesome slopes I spent days creating; go nuts on it and tell me what you think! I'm always a fan of continuous improvement.

withbite

[To anyone familiar with Damon's office in Raven's Wing (or who's gotten a call from him while he's been in it), they'll recognize the surroundings as the locket clears and the video is visible. He's even wearing a smile, though it's a little worn around the edges.]

Still here, much to the dismay of some of you, I'm sure. But it seems that whatever the cause, not only was I brought back to this whole new world, but so were my holdings. The spire, the town, the Oasis... yes, kiddies, you heard that right. Your favorite vacation spot is still up and running. For those of you with hunks of that stupid rock in their chest still, access is as easy as stepping through a fairy ring. For those without... I'm just finishing up the new port, as it seems that our location has shifted dramatically.

[The image bounces as Damon gets up, moving out of the office and over to the balcony. He shifts the locket so that those looking through it can see.]

Yes, that's right, that's the ocean you see. Because I'm now on an island in the middle of goddamn nowhere. Well, not exactly nowhere, but for anyone that's ever been north, living on an island that's a desert climate when there's an iceberg in spitting distance is... a little odd. But, for anyone who needs it, The Oasis is here for your rest and relaxation needs. We're still set up for those with a more hemoglobin diet, including underground residences, and as the only staff I've dragged with me was Fernando, I could use more workers. Pass the word around. I have.

[There may have been notices slapped up in outlying towns on the larger mainlands, Damon able to travel quickly via both fairy ring and his flock form. But the call had ulterior motives.]

Anyone else that is maybe wondering what happened or where I am... well, now you know.

( Locked to Daenerys )

fuga

[ The woman that stares into the locket has dark eyes, wide and sure as she gazes deep into the feed, leaning forward to press almost too close before she speaks. It's almost too obvious how new this to her, and her discomfort with such a public broadcast is just as obvious - but needs must, as some say. Her voice is low and a little hoarse, head tilted as she begins with a soft prayer to Death and the Lord, a calling card to introduce both herself and what she intends to speak about. ]

Those that do not fear Death nor it's course; heed me. I come before you to offer myself tutor, a gift, to give my talents to you so that you might survive in this world, with ages past now a beacon to light the way to the future that once was. Those that seek to learn the gifts of blood magic, of poison and potion, of ritual, speak to me now and we shall bargain.

[ There's a pause, then, silence, before she bows her head. ]

I would learn magics of Far Worlds, their strengths, their powers. If you have that to offer, let it be said. I will give what I might in return.

[ Because fair trade has always been far too important to her, even now in the middle of a world she had only known through history books. ]

babbylon

[The feed opens to a bustling scene, and one on the move. Men and women in drab clothes are hard at work hauling packages, hammering away at planks, and hoisting up scaffolding. Gilgamesh had rushed to the aid of his beloved Leathann not moments after the great Gem spat him out, and there he strides now, observing the populace and doling out orders as he sees fit. He seems completely at ease and the citizens do not question him; there's no one left to anymore.

After a few minutes of this guided tour, Gilgamesh addresses his audience with a broad grin.]

Greetings, citizens of every stripe, including those I could not hail before! I hope that this new world, born of our wishes and dreams, suits you. It will take time, I suspect, for all of us to find a place within it... but as you can see, my place remains in Leathann, as its just and proper king.

[His not so subtle way of announcing I'm in charge now. But he doesn't dwell on it, immediately leaps into another, more pressing matter.]

As my first official decree, I'm throwing a party! A festival of sorts, doubling as a celebration of Leathann's artistic community. You're all invited.

[Gilgamesh produces a rose from his robes and winks at the feed. He scoops up a rambunctious child running past and laughs; he is with his people, he is happy.]

Join me a week from this date, at sunset. Dress to impress, as only our best will be on display! Your contributions are welcomed and appreciated.

[Gilgamesh gives a little nod of acknowledgement, means to sign off... then pipes up with something else at the last second.]

Oh! And if you haven't visited Leathann already, simply utilize one of the fairy rings. Until then, I'll be looking forward to your visit, everyone.

madeover

[ When Eggsy starts up the video broadcast, he's standing in an outdoor area of the Station, in front of one of its restaurants. He'd come close to his place during his scouting mission last month, but he hadn't had time to investigate back then. It sounds like they've got some hell coming their way, but there's not much they can do before those mechanical creations appear except for prepare.

Right now, he's planning to kill two birds with one stone. ]

So what's with this place? It's like a tiny slice of home.

[ Despite the modern surroundings, Eggsy's puca is milling around in the background, a dark and nasty creature that he somehow managed to tame -- sort of. ]

Are we allowed to stay here? Then again, might not be the best idea. There's been some earthquakes... I think.

[ They don't get them in London, so he's not that familiar with what they feel like, but still. The ground shaking for a few seconds without any warning... what else could it be?

He draws a hand over his mouth as he runs through his mental list of what else he wanted to ask. ]

Oh, also. Battle's comin' up, I need a teacher for sword fighting and magic and archery. I know there's loads of different kinds of magic, but if you wanna tell me what you specialize in, it might help me figure out where to start.

[ This whole thing is kind of awkward, talking to no one and everyone at the same time, so he finishes off abruptly. ]

Think that's it. Thanks in advance. Cheers.

[ Once he's done with that, Eggsy pockets his locket and starts to explore the rest of the Station, so he's primed to run into anyone who might call it home -- or anyone who's there for a visit. ]

fulminants

So, guys. You remember when we lost all the fire magic in the world to the Void because of reasons?

Well, we've got some hope here. Well, a small, puppy-like, really adorable hope, and his name is Kaio. He's a new god forged from some god of the forge and a shardbearer, and I'm sure some of you have seen him around, because I sure have.

But more importantly, he's going to need shrines, and offerings. I know a lot of you lost those powers and want them back, or even if you just want to get the ability to learn those powers. He's our chance to bring back fire magic into this world again.

I've currently got one in my castle, and I'll be setting up a large shrine to him at Spire Four itself, but he'll need more. So if you guys can set up something of your own, burn offerings in his name, spread the word, you know the drill.

And hey, if he comes by, remember to give him plenty of tummy rubs and ear scratches, he really loves those.

conqueress

[ The locket reveals the face of a young woman--some would say a girl--peering into it. Her hair gleams silver-gold in the candlelight, her eyes an unusual purple color. In the background, an imp peers over her shoulder, its claws clinging to her bared skin. ]

There is magic in the Free Cities and Qarth alike, yet I have seen nothing half so convincing as Allaidh Darach. It is ... [ She hesitates; what to call the place that's imprisoned you against your will? ] ... intricate work, truly. Were I settled into my kingdom, my children fierce and grown, perhaps I would not mind it so much, calling Caer Scima home.

[ For a fraction of an instant, she looks sad. Did Drogon sense her as she faded into this world? ]

But lush pillows will not shield my freedmen from those who would send them back to the shackles, no more than peach tarts will keep famine away from my gates. [ The imp shakes a foul little fist at the locket in punctuation, as though its fellows didn't help to abduct her only four nights ago. Dany turns and fixes it with a measured look. ]

Leave me now. I want no spies.

[ It hesitates, but something in her voice convinces it. Muttering, it releases her shoulder and shrinks away as though scolded. Dany waits impatiently for two more of the creatures to leave her presence, some private struggle raging beneath. Then, at last, she exhales in a sigh. ]

Yet time is not so easily disrupted, I have learned. Tell me, was I spoken true? [ It's phrased as something of a demand, but there's a very clear plea beneath it. The queen is there, but so, too, is the girl. And the girl is frightened, fearing for her people and her dragons alike. ] Will my people notice I have left them, or will all be as it was? How may I be assured of their safety?

[ Restless fingers pluck at the fringe of the cushion in her lap. ]

teenyoda

[He might have thought to lock it if he hadn't been so excited with his news.]

Oh my god! Okay, okay. So maybe this place isn't so bad. I got magic. That's apparently my gifty boon thing for getting my ass handed to me by the invading hoard.

[He pauses, blinking and grinning down at the locket.]

I'm actually living a video game now. I feel like I just leveled up. Now all I need's a familiar. But look. Look!

[He waves around a staff, then points the locket at the books that had arrived with the staff, symbols emblazoned on them and looking exactly like what they were; spell books.]

Dude, I'm a freaking magician. Wizard? Sorcerer? I don't really know yet, but I can do stuff. See?

[He'd already poured through part of a book and had memorized one incantation. He repeated it, the tip of his staff glowing before the comforter on his bed caught fire.]

Oh... uh, no. No, shit. No, wait I didn't, hey! Hey! Stop. Finito! FLAME OFF! FLAME! OFF!

[He drops the locket and the staff and goes to pull the comforter off to toss in the fireplace. Have fun watching that debacle.]

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