eachdraidh

[the image on the lockets is clearly from inside the cave system that whole moon hunt is taking place in. jason seems to be taking a break, and while he's pretty dirty and scuffed up (and definitely not enjoying being underground), he attempts a smile anyway.]

I know Nico and Rachel were talking about us doing the whole Greco-Roman myth storytime thing regularly, when he shared the whole "Hades and Persephone" story the other month, and switching off between Greek and Roman stories, and I guess since I'm still our token Roman, I might as well do a Roman myth.

[he's babbling a little. sorry.]

To be honest, most of the Roman myths are just Greek ones with the names changed, but the story of Romulus and Remus is all Roman. Mostly because it was their way of explaining why Rome was the most powerful city in the world.

[which is...honestly a pretty roman kind a thing to do. at the very least, none of the other demigods plus rachel should be surprised.]

( storytime! cut for length )

spiritedbow

Uh--hi, my name is Bianca. Bianca di Angelo. I guess I'm new here?

[ She pauses after that and fiddles with the locket a little, not really sure where she should go now that she's introduced herself. She has a lot of questions, and plenty of concerns, but she's also not really sure where or how to start voicing them. It doesn't help that this whole thing feels very impersonal. It's almost like she's talking to a wall and not a whole bunch of different people. ]

Right, okay. So I get why I'm here. I've got something important inside me, and...all that. [ It's said a little uncomfortably. Not only is it a little weird to think she's been living her whole life with the shard of some otherworldly crystal inside her body, but she definitely has enough on her plate already, She doesn't want to worry about a another war on top of everything else. ] But what if--[ She hesitates again, biting her lip. ]

What if we have something equally important to do back home? Will they send us back? My--friends are in serious trouble. [ And it's definitively her fault they are. She didn't listen to Percy, and now, well, things are bad. Really, really bad. ] I'd like to be able to help them, somehow. Even if I can't return, there has to be something I can do from here, right?

[ And then, just to have something a little less heavy to talk about; ]

Oh, and are the imps always so rude? I tried to talk to one, but it bit my finger.

rues

[ picking up one of the feathers could have been a really bad idea, what with people turning into cats and things, but something much better happens when clarisse picks up this particular feather. she's never had any magic powers before, especially not of the elemental kind. it doesn't take long to figure out what's happened. accidentally soaking yourself during your morning training routine? yeah, as if she actually told anyone what really happened.

it gives her an idea, though. yes, you see, it's finally time for payback for all those years ago when percy nearly drowned her with toilet water. yeah, she never really let that one go. wonder why. (even if it was technically her fault for instigating the whole thing by trying to flush his head down the toilet in the girl's bathroom. whatever.)

the video opens with a long shot of percy, unsuspecting, like prey. she won't be pouncing on him, though, the water will be. basically. he won't get wet if she doesn't surprise him, anyway. annoying how that whole son of poseidon thing works. the video shakes a little while she tries to keep it steady with one hand, while the other pulls back and then sweeps forward again, pulling a huge crest of water with it, aimed directly at percy.

the splash it makes when the water crashes into him is more satisfying than slaying a hundred drakons. (maybe. that might be an overstatement. slaying one drakon had been pretty satisfying. but this has been such a long time coming.) she's laughing hysterically almost to the point of crying by the time she manages to say anything. ah, yes, vengeance is sweet. ]

HAHAHAHAHA! That's for nearly drowning me with toilet water, Jackson!

aliased

[ it's clear that, when the video starts, arya's locket is not around her neck. it's around something else... or rather, someone else. that someone is nymeria. and nymeria is hovering around arya as she sits on a crate, a canvas bag at her side and... chocolate all over her mouth, a smudge on her cheek, and on her fingers as she stuffs her face with another piece.]

No-- [ her mouth is full so her words sound like it.] Ru can't haff any. Mits not good for animarls. [ she stuffs another chocolate into her mouth from the canvas bag and chew for a few moments before she stops. she makes a face then groans, her arms wrapping around her torso. she makes another face, you know, the kind you make when you feel sick because that's how she feels. sick. she pushes the bag away, moving to lay down, her voice a bit whiny.]

Nymeria... chocolate might be poison for humans too.

steeledskin

Fellow Shardholders. [ of either court! ]

I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.

but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.

[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]

greenies

[ 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. ]

truesight

[ alright, time to be annoying for the sake of rounding up the troops. the demigod troops, to be exact, but it's those particular hooligans that she's been feeling a desperate need to round up and talk to for some time now. too much has gone on, and there hasn't been enough talking about it, as far as she's concerned. so, maybe she's hoping being the resident not-demigod camper might get her some pull for this kind of thing. she'll even get on camera and glow menacingly if she has to, but. hopefully she won't. for their sakes, of course!! that ish is crazy intimidating, and she doesn't actually want to scare them into meeting up. but yeah, so. anyway... ]

Have you ever picked up an awful habit from someone you know well? Apollo always writes terrible haikus and sometimes I do, too. So now I'm writing to tell my demigod friends - it's time to meet up. I don't care where, but if you say no, I'll never stop the haiku-talk. Let's pick a time and place right now to avoid this horrible fate. 'Kay?

[ gold. ]

fell_to_hell

[Nico opens up a video on the Locket for the first time since the memory-sharing incident. He still looks like he’s going to be sick, and is still tired from his summoning the dead stint during the battle a few days ago. At least he’s more alert and not fighting to keep his lunch down today.]

I wanted to share at least one story from my world, gods know there are plenty to tell, and I had some…encouragement.

[He looks off to the side to give an annoyed look at a certain someone who happens to be in the room with him. That someone happens to be Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and moral support extraordinaire.]

Also...when I’m done, I suppose I’ll answer any questions people have regarding my powers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer all of them, but I can try.

[Within reason. He’s not about to give away his weaknesses to potential enemies.]

( Story Time!!! )

admirably

[ 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.

noirant

[ Politics and wars are one thing, but magic is quite another; some thirsts aren't slaked so easily by squabbling imps and gaudy fabric. Knowledge is power, and power is every wizard's disease.

Felix is far more rumpled than he'd like, and that hair won't unfrizz any time soon, but the words come calm as day: ]

It seems we've all been busy, so I suppose I ought to be brief.

Magic. If you'll indulge the melodramatic imagery, it's as myriad as a hydra's necks, and almost twice as difficult to pin down. Any sort of rigorous survey seems better left for days without a pounding headache. Perhaps instead, we might just speak.

Tell me what you know about magic. Stories, facts, vicious gossip if you're so disposed. Magic brought us each here, so let us be kind guests and oblige it the conversation.

[ He flashes a wide, tired smile. ]

Unfamiliarity is quite acceptable. I'd just like to hear it from you.

rues

( massive tl;dr memory but at least it's not traumatizing )

text ;

[ a few hours later, she feels the need to add her own brand of commentary about something she hasn't thought about in eight years. she never forgot, but when the one person you try your hardest to hate was once the one person you wanted to impress the most, it's not something she actively tries to remember, even if that game of capture the flag had led to her father claiming her as his own after a month of waiting. it had led her down the path to embracing ares and becoming who she is today, but... now everything is just... complicated. ]

in case you were wondering that was the symbol of the god of war, ares that makes me his daughter now you know

[ and, of course, she conveniently fails to mention anything about the majority of that memory being about luke. if she ignores it, maybe everyone else will too. ]

fell_to_hell

( Lengthy and spoilers for House of Hades )

[For anybody trying to look for him in Caer Glaem, it's already too late. Nico is gone, along with his belongings and Clifford the Hellhound. Attempting to reach him by the locket will only get radio silence. While he might make a couple exceptions, it won't be to talk about this. Never this. He can't....]

{OOC: Dialogue and everything is from the House of Hades by Rick Riordan.}

marred

( DREAM/MEMORY )

text

[ two hours later, luke will respond to any commentary he earns, but first he opts to press this into the hands of everyone an hour and fifteen minutes after the broadcast. the moment it happens, he knows — he's the kid of the guy who rules technology, after all. despite his own attempts to manipulate the video from sight, he can't quite erase it from the locket network. ]

I guess this is the time to make a confession.

I'm a big Wookie fan.

[ it's easier to be flippant about something he refuses to acknowledge, not even within the moment both annabeth and thalia had met may castellan with a fourteen year old luke. he misses his mom, but it's the shame of his own actions that has him acting as though he doesn't. ]

( ooc: may's vision dialogue was shamelessly borrowed from the last olympian. )

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.

kingsdaughter

( Locked to Harper, Sharpe, Jason, Clarisse, Aveline, and Integra )

( Locked to Sansa, Renly, and Meera )

( Locked to Aubri )

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 ]

notafishwhisperer

[ It was a blessing that Atlantean physiology allowed a proper conversation through water - it might have sounded a little more on the muffled side to ears not suited to it, but clear enough to understand. Arthur was moving about the sunken ruins of Caer Glaem, giving a proper view through the locket to anyone who might not have seen it before. There were all sorts of buildings in similar styles to the rest of the castle above. ]

It looks like there's a river that connects under here and it heads out east. I don't know if anyone's been down that way, but I'm thinking of checking to see how far it goes. [ Arthur's stopped swimming by now and has taken his locket up to give a proper look to the rest of the network. ]

I'm Arthur Curry, for those of us who haven't met. I'm- [ He paused for just a second, considering it was only a half-truth. ] Atlantean, which is how I'm managing to speak with you like this.

I've met one other person capable of breathing underwater, but I'm curious to know if there are any more. I'm not keen on buying into this war just yet, but that obviously doesn't mean the same holds true for people in the other court. It might do us some good if we can get a better understanding of the bodies of water around here, if we ever have to defend ourselves.

whereyouneedme

I expected that there would be more for us to do, if we are indeed here for a war. Not for us to sit and idly wait until these monarchs have need of us.

[ Spoken like someone who doesn't trust them, she has little respect for those who use kidnapping to force others to fight for them. She's not used to this, not having things to do. Despite losing her shield, and the bit with the imps and fae last month - Aveline feels, well. Restless. Unsure of what to do with herself, and she doesn't like it. Might as well try to make something of it. ]

If anyone in Caer Glaem is trained with a sword, I wouldn't mind a partner or two to cross blades with. And if there are those who would like to learn, I'm not against giving you a bit of training, assuming you can provide your own gear. I could honestly do with something other than waiting around for whatever is to happen next.

One last thing, I'm having trouble contacting a friend of mine, in the other castle. Messages have not gone through, I was hoping someone could let me know if they have seen her? Marian Hawke. Short black hair, blue eyes, and a tendency to make terrible jokes at every turn.

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. )

oursavinggrace

Hey. So, I'm looking for a few things. Or, uh, one thing and two people.

[all pretty important, if the slight waver in his tone in anything to go by. for all that he's meant to be some flawless, fearless hero, some things actually do bother him, missing friends and precious objects included.]

So, first is a friend of mine, Annabeth Chase. Tall, curly blonde hair, gray eyes. She was here at the welcome feast, but she wasn't in great shape, and none of us have seen her in a while. The lockets aren't reaching her for some reason.

And then Luke's missing too. He's the guy who snagged the Dara, maybe in his twenties with sandy blond hair and a scar on his face. We know he ran off somewhere -- and apparently stole a flying chariot drawn by flaming horses to do so, so if you've seen that kinda thing...y'know. Let me know. And if you're seeing this, Luke, please let us know where you are.

[jason's worried about you, okay. also he had a very angry clarisse ready to break down his door over her stolen chariot so yeah maybe speak up before someone else gets murdered on your behalf.]

Besides them, I lost something during that whole incident with the Kow. It's an old photo strip, pictures of Annabeth and Luke when they were younger with another girl.

[his sister, to be more specific, but he's not sure he can explain that to a network of strangers and still keep it together. he'd already lost her once before, and silly as it probably is, he's kinda felt like he had to keep that picture with him all the time just so he couldn't ever risk forgetting her again.]

So...yeah. If you found anything or anyone, please let me know? Or just come see me or something. I'm gonna be down at the training grounds today, so I guess this can just double as an open invitation to spar or practice or whatever. For the Seelie folk at least -- sorry, everyone else.

[he makes a motion like he's about to put the locket away before stopping, as if suddenly remembering something. he fusses with the settings for a bit (and at this point it cuts out for the unseele side) and pulls out a small cordial of a golden liquid.]

-Locked to Seelie-

Oh yeah, by the way, boons came in and I guess it's worth asking, just in case: anyone else here something that could be considered a demigod? Since I already found one from another world, I figure there's a chance for more, and it's worth knowing who can handle a few drops of nectar if they really need it.

((ooc: feel free to treat this as an action post if you just want to do training things! he'll be up for sparring with or teaching anyway, and can be found in the training grounds at caer glaem getting out some pent-up frustration on his own.))

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