eachdraidh

text;

ok so
fuck. wait.

[the text function switches over to video, which takes a bit longer than expected, because effy has never touched something so high-tech. she learns quickly, though, and doesn't have any trouble fixing up the feed so it shows her face. her face, thin and dusted with freckles and a button of a nose, is unimpressed. in fact, there's hardly much emotion showing besides a small twitch of her brow when she speaks up. around her, it is quiet. her voice is soft with a hint of a rasp. she is smoking.]

Right then. Don't really know where I am, but I don't think I'm awake. You know, how in dreams, it feels like you've been doing something for hours and hours, but when you wake up, it's just been fifteen minutes?

[she glances down, straight hair sweeping in front of her face as she takes a drag from her cigarette. when she looks up, she exhales, smoke dissipating into the air around her.]

Feels like that.

[she gives a sly smile,]

But it isn't a dream, is it?

[with one last flicker of mischievousness in her eyes, she shuts the locket.]

(ooc: effy is also wandering around the castle of caer scima, so if you want to do an action thread and have your character stumble upon her, feel free! i'm up for anything c:)

powerful

( The fresh-faced teenager that appears to the network should -- repeat, should -- be full of life and exuberance. She's a very pretty face, with sunshine-blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and her expression is dripping with irritation, frustration, rage; it's tinged with fear, too. But there's also something darker, lurking beneath the surface, flickering behind those eyes. )

I don’t appreciate being black-bagged. ( She scowls into the locket. ) In fact, I don’t appreciate any of this. The kidnapping, the dragging me here, the fact that I can’t seem to leave despite my best efforts... The way every single thing in my family’s book is conveniently just slightly out of the range of reasonable difficulty with only one person... You brought me here alone on purpose, didn't you? What is this? What are you planning?

( Then, in that darker tone, as her face takes on an almost shadowed expression, she murmurs. ) Do you have my sister?

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. ]

aeviternum

[Arthur is still none too comfortable with this locket, in fact it takes some fiddling for him to remember that for visuals he need do more that just talk directly into it, thus for a moment or two only his mouth or a nostril are visible, his discomfort with this device clear upon his expression as it's revealed. Or perhaps that's worry, concern knitting his brow? Either way he's not too pleased, and there's a noticeable weariness in his blue gaze.]

Good evening, I use this in an to attempt to find the whereabouts of my manservant, Merlin. He appears to have misplaced his locket-- that or he simply will not respond.

[Arthur is really not well acquainted on how to address those not directly in front of him when anyone may view this. Even to address many, standing before him seems rather more natural than speaking into a piece of jewellery. Still, he turns thoughtful.]

Perhaps some of you may know him, however for those who do not, I suppose he's best described as awkwardly tall, quite shabby about his clothing--

[Arthur's tone is somewhat weary, isn't that the worst? What else?]

-dark hair, very probably unkempt, really there's every possibility he's set up in a tavern somewhere, he's been known to spend days there.

[In part said not only to aid his search but to convince himself that it could easily be a most valid explanation -- he's vanished without notice in Camelot.]

It's not like him to be absent for the feast.

[Food, it's not like him to miss out on food. Including food that isn't his. A slight frown tugs at the corners of Arthur's mouth, he not giving the impression he's concerned, at least not to an assortment of strangers and lets out an irritable sigh before the message ends.]

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.]

Entries tagged with jem walker: in the flesh

one | text/video ( backdated to august 4th ) | open to both courts

first spell ☥ video ☥ open to both courts.

A1. video. [ open to both courts ]

[Video | Evening, after the feast | Both Courts],

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

Links