eachdraidh

[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 )

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. ]

huntedby

[Vanessa turns on her locket, placing it on the table. She looks...much better than she had before. In fact, people can catch glimpses of a wedding dress.

She looks resigned, tension in her face, her chin held high. And yet...well.]

As of this morning, I am no longer Lady Vanessa Ives.

[She looks down at her hands for a moment, then back at the screen. She taps into her ability to remain stoic in the face of horrible things. The public does not need to know how much this angers her, or how helpless she feels.]

To better Arachne's Eye, Queen Morla has decided that it would be best for me to marry.

I agreed.

[As she was given no real choice.]

Henceforth, you would do well to refer to me by my husband Balem's last name, Abrasax.

[Yep. Lady Vanessa Abrasax. Wife to Balem. Lovely. She knows very well who is getting the most out of this deal. And it is not her.]

We have worked out the logistics, and while we are married, I will still spend a great deal of my time at my Spire, and will continue to be open to any of those who need to speak with me.

My plans...to make sure the Seelie pay, are unchanged. Just delayed.

[Her goal is still a fixed point.]

...apologies who anyone who wished to attend the wedding.

withbite

( Locked to the Barons/Baronesses and Damon's CR )

[The rest of the Unseelies will be greeted by a smiling dark-hared man.]

Greetings. I'm sure that in light of the everything that's happened lately, some of you could use a little R&R. For those that don't know the term, that means rest and relaxation. It just so happens I'm capable of providing that. Thanks to the assistance of a few of your compatriots, The Oasis will be opening for business for all your relaxation needs. Well, for most of them. This is an adults only enterprise, so try to use your imaginations as to what that means.

Just because it's a desert doesn't meant you can't enjoy yourself. There's hot and cool springs, waterfalls, quite little nooks and... not so quiet little nooks. Thanks to the help of a lovely vixen with a very green thumb, there's even plant life to make it a little more tropical. Everything is half-price for the opening weekend; the 26th to the 28th.

Since this is a vampire-friendly zone, there will be a no-vampire staking rule in effect once you cross into my territory. Other than that, I don't really care what you do. As long as you're not causing a fuss that I'll have to get involved in, have fun.

[There was a rumbled caw from over his shoulder and as he shifted to look behind him at the raven perched on the top of his chair, the locket moved enough to make her visible.]

Oh, right. I'd advise against going outside of the marked boundaries into the desert. This is sand worm territory, after all. Mine aren't patrolling yet, but that doesn't mean a wild one won't come up and make a snack out of you.

Anyone with chits from me for services rendered can consider them viable for The Oasis.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled drudgery.

[He smiles, waves, then closes the feed. If anyone has questions, they can contact him at their leisure.]

{OOC: Last component of his quest was advertising the finished oasis. So, welcome to Orgy Central, Drabwurld}

vrykolakas

An act of kindness?

[The Brucolac has clearly just received bad news. He looks positively poisonous, wide streaks of silver whorling over his skin. His jaw is stiff with it, even his hair frosted over with strange metal. His right eye burns gold still.]

I am sick to shit of this half-cocked magic. [He shudders—would gesture, but he doesn't want to show off how badly his left arm is faring under the encroaching silver. It hurts to raise it to shoulderheight; above is impossible.] An act of kindness is no godsdamn cure, to be bottled and applied at will!

What is an act of kindness? Is it kind to tax a people, that a city may grow? Is it kind to lie in order to protect the honest? Is it kind to enforce a system of law and punishment?

By the gods, [he drops back, shaking his head, looking weary,] there is no hope for us.

Before anyone tells me to just do something nice, [pitching his voice mockingly higher] I've given my scribe a longer lunch break. [It is midnight.]

And apart from a marked decrease in efficency, fuck all has happened.

halfdressed

[ The room is pink. Pink, gold, and are those fluffy, clever bunnies-the-size-of-imps running around adjusting the statues? Might be. ]

Hey! Goddess of Love speaking! Pay attention. [ She's curvaceous, tall, and dressed in enough chiffon that you'd think physics would keep her covered up, and yet. ] Hi-iiii. My name is Aphrodite, you might know me by a bunch of other things.

Obviously this place is like Ares's wet dream with all the war biz going on, but that's not my jam. Love would be the name of my game. Problem is, I don't have anywhere for mortals to leave messages for me when I'm busy and I am so not answering calls for help on this locket indefinitely because, uh, I have a life, so here's the deal; build me a temple near the edge of Dorchadas and I'll give you a freebie. That babe you've had your eye on? I'll make them fall in love with you! Are you ugly as a toad? I'll give you a permanent make-over! This is a one-time thing because I'm feeling generous ... and clearly don't have any offerings coming in, ugh. Speaking of, if you want to leave cute shoes as a gift, I'm a size six.

So yeah! Get in touch.

withbite

[Welcome to a smiling vampire. Not that anyone who doesn't know he's a vampire would know that. No fangs at the moment and he just looks like a cocky playboy.]

Salutations, and all that crap. The leader of the Lollipop Guild brought up a good point the other day and I figured that while there's a bit of a breather going on, I'd see about getting something done. As a title bearer, I'm probably going to need to get a secretary or housekeeper or... both. Someone to deal with the day to day business that comes with the whole town being built and putting together a council and all that boring stuff that, frankly, I just don't have time for. Then there's all those little managements that need to happen in larger buildings and I think this spire's going to need more than a maid.

Consider this an archaic classified ad. The pay will be nominal until my... alternate revenue source is solidified. Obviously it's going to have to be someone that's not twelve or still in their tee-- what?

[There's a moment's pause where Damon leans away from the locket, looking over it to someone who's talking. Someone who sounds a little annoyed. "No, Fernando, you can't be everything. As much as you want to, I need more things done than you ca-- I swear to god, if you start sulking, I will make them build a room with no windows that you can go crawl into and pout in. Don't give me that look. Go-- I don't know. Polish that leather thing you got me."

A heavy sigh is heard and Damon takes a moment to fish out a flask. After taking a long drink, he addresses the locket again.]

I'm adding a 'no hyper clingy people' to that. One is enough. If you don't mind trolls, worms, or vampires, this would be the place to start setting up shop. Just reply to this or send a missive if you can't.

[And with that, and another drink, Damon ends his 'ad'.]

impathy

[Open]

It's a fine day for sunshine. I find myself pitying those who choose to live beneath stones and only play at seeing sunlight. The real thing is not so easy to replicate. It seems to be getting warmer as well. Summer Is Coming, as they might say in my own Westerlands. If there is anything to love about this world, it is the peculiarly short seasons. It is a strange thing to have them all wrapped up in one year. I find myself wondering how it is you're able to keep track of them when they each go by so swiftly. It is near spring, but I'm told it will only be a few months long with more certainty than even the wisest maesters can manage - and this from an ill-bred soldier with scant few hairs on his lip.

I will say this for the south, however. It is blessed with very few imps.

[Locked to the Unseelie]

I've spent an uncomfortably long time in Seelie lands these past few weeks, though I am to understand a fairy ring is not so far off ahead of me. Would that we had such things in my own seven kingdoms, I might have done a fair bit more traveling. Though I confess I find it terribly disappoint how utterly small this world is made out to be. Is it truly a void beyond the oceans? I would imagine that it could not have always been that way. Certainly there had to be something far off out there, beyond where ships are able to reach.

In any case, I do have a point beyond the tedium of long riding. My name is Tyrion Lannister, which may not merit much weight here, but I was known as the King's Hand and the Master of Coin where I was from. I excelled in both duties and while I have no mind to butcher my features in further battles, I would see my skills put to proper use still. There is a certain spire that I feel might benefit from my talents and so it is there I mean to go. But I am given to understand there are a number of spires in all and would be only too glad to find other similar minded individuals to begin making certain investments. I do not yet have all my wealth at my disposal, but I promise you I always pay my due. A Lannister always pays his debts.

There is one other matter. Briefly for a time there were two of my kin here. My brother Jaime Lannister and my bastard nephew, Joffrey. Did anyone perchance to meet either of them? I know they are long gone from this world, but I would be interested to know if there was anything they might have left behind.

thebreakingwave

Hello, for those of you I haven't yet met, I'm Harry.

[The video footage is of a young man with messy black hair, one bottle-green eye, and half his face silvered over with old scarring. On the damaged side, he has a red amber prosthetic in place of an eye. In the background, there's a crow that periodically peers over his shoulder.]

The queen has tasked me to talk to every one of the Unseelie and ask for a memory of solidarity, overcoming great odds, or defeating a foe. With these, she can use it to create a better, stronger defence for a rebuilt Caer Scima.

It's going to take time to do this — at the very least, a few months — so there's no hurry to meet and I've the ability to get to pretty much anywhere in the Drabwurld quickly.

[He looks down at a bit of paper that's just out of sight; seems like someone made notes before talking.]

Sharing a memory is done through magic, it doesn't hurt, I won't look at anything you don't want me to see and I'll swear to that.

How's that?

withbite

[The feed goes out to all lockets because while Damon is playing Unseelie master of the house, he also doesn't really care who answers, as long as he gets what he wants.]

Greetings from the deserted wastelands of the East.

[Damon's out in the actual sunshine (gasp), the sounds of busy people and horses and a few troll grunts audible as background noise. As for the actual background? The stump of the spire as it's being worked on, along with the dust and barrenness of the mountains. To the left of him behind him, Fernando can be seen feeding the horses. Good Fernando.]

Circumstances have made it so that I've landed myself some things in need of training. I've been told that there's stories of old land holders in the deserts training the sand worms as sentinels, of sorts. Well, it seems I have sand worms that could hatch at any time -- who knows about worm incubation periods, really, but no worm trainers here to train them.

This would be me putting out a call for worm trainers. I know, I know, it sounds like a bad nickname for prostitutes, but really. Giant worms.

...

Also another euphemism, one I actually didn't mean. That time.

[Smirk.]

Leave a message on the lockets or send a letter or show up. I don't care. But you'd better be able to actually train them and not expect to blow smoke up my ass. Otherwise... well. I just wouldn't advise that.

withbite

[Have a picture of this looking in the locket, Drabwurld.]

( Picture )

Things they don't tell you; participating in their little fun-time hunty quests could get you turned into a goddamn bat. These are things you might want to clarify beforehand.

[Oh look, the bat's talking. Hi, talking bat. If a bat could look grumpy and pissed off, this one was making a valiant attempt to achieve that goal. The voice might be somewhat familiar to anyone who'd talked to a certain vampire before.]

If this is permanent, I swear to god I will shit in everything edible until it's fixed. This isn't exactly the way to get your 'subjects' to play nice. I would have happily ripped the damn thing's head off, but someone forgot to tell me to be careful that it would use some kind of deer magic to turn me into... this. Someone fix this.

[He was trying so hard to scowl. Really. But bats just don't have eyebrows.]

withbite

[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]

Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.

[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]

Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.

[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]

notavirtue

[The locket opened to Javik’s face, mouth pulled down in a scowl. He was inside somewhere dimly lit, and a horse nickering could be heard not too far off. Without demon dogs slowing him down, he’d made it to Treun in good time, arriving just before sundown. His attempt to check in with a few people, however, had reminded him of House’s silence since he’d last seen him at Samhain. If he’d angered the doctor, he expected to hear about it rather than being met with static. That left few other options.]

I have attempted to contact the human doctor Gregory House several times this past month. He has not responded, and this ridiculous device will not even recognize his presence.

[He worked his jaw for a second, looking as though he were chewing on something bitter. First Daud, then Will, and now the doctor? Who was next, himself or Maglor? He was no stranger to losing allies, but when they just vanished it was infuriating.]

I believe he is gone from this world. When I return to the Station, I will inspect his room to confirm it. If you know anything otherwise, you will inform me.

[ He snapped the locket shut, ending the video.]

withbite

[Drabwurld is treated to the sight of one Damon Salvatore, peering into the locket to make sure it was on, giving it a testing tap just because.]

Testing, testing... is this on? Really? Lockets aren't really my style. I'm more of a ring kind of guy.

[This isn't locked to just one side or the other, or anyone in particular since he's no notion of who's here, other than the few from the feast he'd met.]

Now that I have your undivided attention, I need to address a concern of mine. I have... certain dietary requirements that need to be met and I need volunteers. Well, I don't really, but I'm more curious as to who might be willing to offer a little of themselves here and there. The more the merrier, since I can be quite... insatiable, depending on my mood.

[Or how injured he might be. Or angry. Or... whatever. Damon leaned towards the mercurially mooded type, so it really depended on the day. Or minute.]

Nice little infestation you have, by the way. Good to know even fairies have pests. Giant worms. How... cute.

[He doesn't even attempt to hide the eyeroll, but he does end the transmission with a little wave and a smirk.]

Serious offers only. I'm not here to answer all your questions and do tricks for people who are bored. You want entertainment? Go piss off the minotaur.

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