eachdraidh

How do you know for sure if a horse is preggo? Like, for real, legitimately got a baby horse bun in the oven, and your horse isn't just turning into a fatass or something.

falconkick

Hey, uh. Network. My name's Sam, for those of you I haven't gotten the chance to meet yet.

[ a small smile and a lift of his chin that both say he might genuinely like that chance to meet everyone everywhere at some point. but he's here with something serious today, so he moves right along. ]

I wanted to tell y'all something I like to keep in mind from day to day, but especially on days like the last dozen or so. I'm retired military - Air National Guard pararescue, for any of you that are familiar - but I enlisted a long time ago. Don't ask for a number, a man's gotta keep some secrets.

[ feelin' your age, wilson? his cheeky smile is short lived. ]

When I went to basic, I wasn't exactly itching for a fight, so I wasn't with the other greenies that were disappointed when we started with folding our own bed sheets. My ma raised me right, and the first time I picked up a gun, it was with all due respect to the power they were putting in my hands. I didn't wanna let all that go to my head and forget the responsibility that comes with carrying arms.

[ he purses his lips for a quiet beat, inhales shortly before continuing. ]

Wish I could say the same for the first time I shot a man. My country went to war right after I was accepted into the PJs, and when it was down to me or him, I chose him. Just - [ he makes a small pew gunshot sound, glum; ] - and that was that. I wasn't scared and I didn't feel guilty about it - and that was what stuck with me. I asked my unit, my CO, anyone that would listen. No one could tell me whether or not I was supposed to feel good about killing the "bad guys".

[ another moment's silence - half to find his next words, half out of respect for the dead. he scrubs a hand over his head. ]

Still don't really have an answer, and like I said, it's been a long time. Some days I think I might be close, and other days I ask myself "man, who do you think you're kidding?" Thing of it is - whether or not you think it's for the right reasons, taking someone else's life isn't easy, and it shouldn't be. That kinda thing stains your hands, and then you gotta decide how to live with it. For me, at least, some days are easier than others. And on the days when it's not, I keep looking for an answer.

[ finally, he gives a small, weary smile. the point of this whole thing: trying to get people to talk about it so they don't bottle it in. sam knows where he stands, and it's at the door, trying to open it for others. ]

If you've got any ideas, please, I'd love to hear 'em. Maybe we can trade a few around, see if we can't come up with something new. Either way, today's a good day.

[ dead tired, quiet, but sam still says it with a smile before signing off. ]

contrasting

[Don't mind the young high school, still dressed up in her uniform, appearing in the locket where she's wearing a pout, rubbing fiercely at her cheek, where a slight bruise might be forming.]

Hey! Watch out for fairies who apparently are pretty stingy about the cake. Some don't know the meaning of the word "share" here. [There's a slight squinted, accusing look towards the side off-screen where a group of fairies zoom by, carrying bits and pieces of a dessert Minako had her eyes on.

But never holding a grudge, she sighs before turning towards the locket again, glare easily being replaced with a growing smile.]

Actually, I had a favor to ask. Sushi! Where can I get some? Cause I've this wild craving, but it's not really a thing here. Not that the rest of the food isn't good! Whew! [She leans back, rubbing her belly a bit before chuckling.] Everything's pretty amazing here and definitely nothing like back home, so if you want to keep recommending other goodies, that's okay too.

[She shrugs lightly.] But sushi's kind of a favorite, so if you manage to locate any, I'll owe you a huge favor. I promise.

fulminants

[ The face that comes onscreen after a few obvious jostles might be one you're familiar with (if you are, sorry, he's probably not the one you're looking for). Johnny's half-concerned, half-amused with the general state of things and it shows in the way he's looking into the locket, clearing his throat. ]

Ever wonder how this feels like some weird State of the Union address? Except with a lot less people. Or maybe it's like making a YouTube video. Here I am, talking to you guys, and I can't even see your faces. [ He shrugs. ] Oh, well -- anyway.

What's up, strangers of Drabwurld? I have three questions: [ Holds up one finger. ] one, why is it called Drabwurld? Did its founders hate being here, or does Brightworld just not have the same ring to it? Ha, there's your thought of the day.

[ Two fingers. ] Two: Anyone seen a big orange walking rockpile lately? Grumpy, looks like he lost a bet with a mudslide? Failing that, how about a guy who can stretch to grossly disproportionate levels, or a girl who can turn invisible? If found, let me know; they can be pretty ornery, and reach dangerous levels of boring when put together for too long.

Three, and I can't believe this didn't come first. It's a very important question, so I'm gonna need all of you to be honest with me, whoever you are.

[ He leans closer to the screen, loses the smile and gets serious. This is crucial. ]

Which side's got the hotter babes? The Seelie, or the Unseelie?

extramural

[ The message that comes across the network is abrupt, as though the sender thought about sending it and simply did with no further thought. ]

I wish to learn more of the magic of your worlds, of this world. Not only how it works but how to use it.

I can offer a trade, should you require it.

[ After a moment, there's an addendum: ]

If you do not wish to discuss such things over the lockets, dedicate a shrine to the Outsider. I will know. We will speak there.

slugout

Man, you guys are serious about this whole... stabbing-people-you-don't-like thing.

If you're out in the woods, be careful! There's a marine wandering around in the dark hunting [ LARGE AIR QUOTES ] "rabbits" and he's pretty grumpy. He'll throw rocks at you if you're not careful. [ juNPEI YOU STARTED THAT. ] I don't think he's a fan of baseball, either. He was in the Noa Woods earlier, but he's probably moved on by now, terrorizing the rabbit and rock populations.

Anyway, does anybody know the best way to make money here that doesn't involve stabbing people shaped individuals? We don't mind fighting....

[ cue him getting smacked in the back of the head by some pink sweatered demon offscreen, effectively cutting him off from whatever he was going to say.

the recovery, to say the least, is conspicuous. ]

... Large angry rabbits?

fell_to_hell

["Son of a bitch," is pretty much what Nico's thinking at this point. For the moment, he's wedged himself in a safe, shadowed place so that he can get an announcement out. His voice is low, trying not to let any of the natives find out where he is.]

To any Shardbearers on either Court planning on ever visiting Leathann: don't. The Seven-Star Oracle, a very powerful and prominent figure here, was killed and they say it was a Shardbearer who did it. Things are going to Tartarus in a wrapped hand-basket.

( Private: Seelie Marshal Lancelot )

wolvering

[Pod starts the video, and is obviously in a library, with her white hair piled carelessly into a sloppily braided-bun to keep out of her eyes, and a book with a howling wolf's head etched into the cover in her arms. It's a big tome, and she looks awkward holding it.

Her wolverine is present, though only by the sound of his snores as he naps in a chair nearby.]

Well met, all. I am still getting used to these, so I'm not sure how best to start...

An introduction will do! I'm Pod of Gray Holt, recently come to this world and court by way of one of the Healwort Guild's chapter-houses in Kelneth. I don't suppose to be fortunate enough to reach the ears of anyone who's heard of any of those, and that is beside the point of this.

[She straightens, losing some of the awkwardness.]

I need to learn more about werewolves. I know there are some, native to this place, and others come here from other... worlds. That still is so strange to say. Anyway, I've found some things written in the books, but I've never heard of werewolves before coming here, so don't know how to tell fact from over-embellished tales.

I was hoping someone, or someones!, here could guide me in the right direction. I especially need to know the proper conduct when trying to talk to a leader about important matters. I don't believe I've the exact right wording of it, though.

((ooc: This is relating to Pod's quest, the log for which should be going up no later than the seventh, and will be linked here when it is. Just wanted to get this part done up so I wasn't juggling a log and an open locket post all in one night. If there are any characters who would like to ICly accompany and/or assist/interfere with Pod's little diplomatic mission and want to be personally notified about the log I can do that!))

liven

All this birdsong. Normally it's about where they're flying to, or food, or nesting. Things like that. The birds here are odd. A little. To talk about things other than that.

[ Shijima starts speaking in her usual abrupt manner, though it probably isn't familiar to most of yet. It's hard to tell where she is when she holds the locket rather close, but it's outside somewhere. In a tree? There are birds around her, perching on her, and she seems fine with that state of affairs for the moment. Animals tend to like her in this form, for whatever reason. Her human shape. And she has no interest in killing the birds, just now.

Perhaps if she weren't wearing this shape. Or if she were hungry. But at the moment, she doesn't so much as bat an eye. ]

What use have birds for a king? Strange tidings. Well, I suppose I don't understand the use humans find for kings, either. But this world in particular seems to like that concept. Even impressing it upon animals. As though they need something like that. They're more sensible than needing to be governed in such a manner. Usually. Not so, here.

[ She's doing as well at "pretending to be human" as ever, which is to say she's not even remotely trying. Shijima tilts her head, mimics a whistle at the bird creeping along her arm and up to her shoulder. It takes a moment before she continues speaking. ]

And why does he feel wrath? Did we do something to him? Or is he just playing the peacock? [ There's birdsong again, from the bird on her shoulder and now nestled against her cheek, half in her hair. ] You've said. I heard. I'll listen to other news, but enough of this king. Though I wonder how a roc tastes. I've never had one. The rest of you - [ Not the birds. The people in the locket. ] - what news? Tell me a story or something. Or, I suppose, explain why this world needs so many kings. King of beasts. King of birds. Kings of fae and men. That's far too many kings.

[ She ends it there, almost as abruptly as she began. It is also possible to come upon her in the woods of La Llorona, though she's given up hunting for the day and instead consorts with the wildlife in a casual manner, sitting in a tree and speaking to the birds. Or letting them speak to her, more usually. ]

snipers

( cut for introspection, etc. )

Ugh...

[ the video feed opens up with the sound of a shivering, unhappy girl letting out a sigh as she continues to trek through crunching snow and snapping twigs. in the background there's the sound of a creek nearby, and if the continued noise is any indication, yukari happens to be following it, she hopes, out of the woods. ]

I think I can safely say I hate the woods. [ yukari, are you muttering to yourself? you're muttering to yourself. you should see to that. ] Hah, I'm sooo glad our leader never suggested camping as a way to build up team ... team... — [ she trails off with another huff ] Ugh! It's so cold I can barely think! Seriously, who's bright idea was it to drp me out here in my school uniform, huh!?

[ finally, the locket swings around to show yukari in all her pink cardigan'd glory, bright red bow peeking out from under the collar of her coat, brown eyes wide as she inspects the locket and crap, it's active, isn't it? if she's right in her assumption about this thing, then... ]

Oh geeze... How long has this—? [ she shakes her head, snowflakes puffing up from her hair and falling down to her shoulders. ] Hey, my name is Yukari Takeba and... I think I'm lost. [ beat ] No, scratch that. I'm very sure I'm lost. I got dumped out here yesterday [ actually it was ten days ago, but she remains unaware of this fact ] with a map but no GPS so, heh, looks like the map's no good to me if I don't know where I am. [ but she doubts anyone could help with that, so she lets that be ] But um... I do have some questions, so... if anyone could answer them, that'd be... great...

[ something catches her eye and the locket as well; high walls and tall trees and a great big imposing fence surrounding... something. jogging forward and to the side just a bit, yukari catches sight of château du rêveur, and she spends a long moment just staring at the building. ]

... 'Kay, first question: Who builds a mansion like this in the middle of the woods? This's like something out of a western fairy tale...

[ and with that, the feed cuts out! ]

( ooc; open to action to anyone around in la llorona or château du rêveur! )

slugout

[ ok. ok hello. we're in the woods, right? crappy. whatever imps told told junpei that yukari was out here in the woods were JERKS.... it's the karmic justice he gets for smushing their comrades on arrival. so, woods. la llorona, probably, judging by the CREEPY AMBIANCE and general lack of sunlight making it's way down through the trees to ground level. hello everyone!! did you know camping out here absolutely SUCKS? because it does. and his horse keeps biting him. ]

Hey, Yuka-tan, I know you're scared of ghosts and all, but where the hell are you hiding out here? None of these are ghosts, they're solid, they have knives and whatever so you can come out of whatever shrub you're hiding under and talk to me already! I know your phone's not working, but come onnnnnn, what's the deal?

[ suddenly, an enlightened pause. ]

You didn't get turned into a deer or something, did you?

[ STUPEI, ACE DEFECTIVE, everyone. he is the BRAINS of this operation. little does he know that there are, actually, probably ghosts in here after all but his burning anime friend spirit is probably keeping them away. isnt it great!!!

but let's also ask the general public for help. ]

Uh, if anyone else has seen a girl with a pink sweater and a bad attitude and some archery stuff, can they tell me? Her name's Yukari.

notyetlegend

[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]

Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?

mixcds

Hi there, Kieren here. A couple of things! Say theoretically you can't age due to any kind of circumstance, would you consider yourself a year older on your birthday?

I was asked to a census by majordomo Higgin of Caer Scima. Some of you were really forth-coming (thank you) and some of you were sort of really evasive and suspicious, but that's understandable given most Unseelie are supposed to be opportunists. Attached is the Census - some of you I didn't get a chance to ask personally, so I had to do some digging. For the record, you bribe imps into anything if the right amount of mulled mead is involved. Naturally some of the information might be a bit inaccurate, so I'll edit and remove where necessary. I mean, I'm not sure how much I trust imps, but they were really excited about the mead.

This might be a bit more candid than Higgin anticipated, but there's always edits and polishing. Later.

( SUPER LONG LIST )

There are apparently a few undead folks kicking around. We should start a support group.

Anyway, I know for a fact I missed a few people, so if you'd like to help out, feel free to drop me your current location and any outstanding powers you have. I'll be updating this every six months, provided I'm still here? If you're location is UNVERIFIED and you feel like verifying it, please do so.

herotypical

[ and so the slayer cracks open her locket once again. not, as some might anticipate, to comment aloud about the woeful state of animal welfare in these lands (as others already have. instead, she has a far more personal bone to pick. some domestic fat to chew. ]

Uhm. Pop quiz: where's the best place in the Drabwurld to raise a...teenager? [ she almost says 'kid', but corrects herself at the last moment. last thing she needs is yet another i'm not a kid argument with dawn. ] You know. Temporarily. Until we find a way outta this Ren-Faire disaster. Until then, I wanna know it all. Crime stats; outlet malls; hip-but-age-appropriate dance clubs. Preferably the kind where they definitely don't serve minors. [ each item is ticked off on her fingers. ]

O-oh! And schools. Please tell me there's at least one rinky-dink town that includes whatever counts as high school's wacky medieval cousin. [ because dawn summers is not dropping out by default. or so buffy vainly believes. she just hopes there are no hellmouths lurking about to interfere with math class. ] Knowledge is power, right?

[ funny. she never cared that much about the plight of kidnapped teenagers before now. but with the sudden arrival of the little sister, everything's changed. time to settle down and find herself a dependable chore chart, figure out a good curfew, and start disapproving of all of dawn's new friends. ]

starspangled

Looks like we're getting the new arrivals again. My name's Steve Rogers, sorry I missed the feast. I should probably start by telling you that it doesn't matter which court drafted you into this war, and that it's not some shard inside of you that makes you important. But I think a lot of us already know that.

Another thing that I've learned is that you can get so focused on this world, you start to lose touch with the little things that you love about your own.

[The subject that he's about to bring up is also full of jubilation and heartbreak, love and victory and loss. And in some cases, betrayal.

He's looking at you, Dodgers.]

For me it's baseball. Does anyone else play? Because I couldn't help but notice that there's plenty of field around here. Maybe in the spring we could find a couple of bats, or even just toss a ball around for a little R and R.

See, the thing I love about baseball is that both sides get a fair shot. Everyone on the team wears the same uniform, from the manager to the rookie, and it's not over until the last out. It's for everyone, doesn't matter if you're a little bit smaller than the other players. If you can swing a bat or throw a ball, you might just make the hall of fame. It's about hope.

Plus it's a heck of a lot more fun than fighting.

[He gives a slightly sheepish smile when he's done, because Captain America waxing poetic about America's pastime, where's his handful of apple pie.]

So I guess all I really wanted to say is don't forget where you came from. You can even share what you miss about it, if you want. I'm not really much of a hunter, so I've got the time.

andallbite

[ It's been a couple of weeks since he's last shown up over the lockets (gone mostly forgotten thanks to other events), but when Eren finally makes another appearance, he seems a little exasperated. ]

I need a mechanic. [ Yeah, that's the greeting. ] Or—just anyone who can repair something for me. My maneuvering gear is busted, and I can't get it to work again on my own, so I'm looking for anyone who's willing to give it a shot.

bythewaves

[ When the video starts it is to a burst of laughter and calls for 'More!' - this is a tavern, somewhere in Cothromach, perhaps, considering the number of dwarves visible.

There is a minstrel seated by the fire, silver harp in his lap, and he swigs back a drink that has obviously just been passed to him in reward for his last song to roars of approval. The silver eight-rayed-star on his cloak may be familiar, although his features are curiously a little blurred, as if hard to hold on to in the flickering light. But his voice now - his voice is probably very familiar to some. ]

Well now good sirs, another is it? And what would you have of me? Joy or sorrow, war or peace?

Sing us something to get us laughing, boyo!

[ He bows in thought and then smiles ]

( Ah, then, this one perhaps might suit, considering recent events, eh? )

[ ooc: with thanks to Waver-mun & Kaldur-mun, who wrote this. And yes, Mags is going tavern to tavern and singing this ]

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