eachdraidh

[ hello, network! have you grown tired of thomas yet? i hope not. the feed begins with two teenagers, both fairly grimy looking. though minho seems to be in and out, thomas is the one cupping the locket in his hands to speak into it; a table with a miniature version of caer scima is visible in the background.

thomas, as usual, isn’t quite sure how to start this thing. ] Hey. [ #nailed it ] Tensions are getting pretty bad right now. [ captain obvious. maybe minho should talk. ]

Really? [ yeah, somebody isn’t the greatest at social media. minho appears with a bunch of rolled up papers in one arm, the other going to drop over thomas’ shoulder. ] I don’t think anybody noticed that, Tommy. [ dryly ] So, let’s just cut to the chase - getting people to safety before the klunk comes crashing down.

( cut for long post. )

greenies

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

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.

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 ]

Current Mood: amused

mixcds

[It begins with a blurry image. Kieren's locket goes flying through the air, landing on marbel with a hard sort of clunk. It lands on its side, the image horizontal. For a moment, it's a little unclear why Kieren's tossed his locket, but Kieren's boot is visible, and then, there's a voice that is distinctively not his. It's the same sort of accent, though. Rough in ways that Kieren's voice is not, it's taunting and decisively nasty.

Another boot appears, this one military standard. ]

-- Lookit you.

[The sneer is audible. A knee appears, army camouflage covered and then a hand reaches out for the locket. A face appears, the mouth down turned into a smile. There's a bearded, mousy brown haired lad who glances back then at Kieren. He turns the locket towards him and shakes his head. ]

You must feel right at home here, eh? Real relaxed with all the ghouls.

[Kieren's hair is disheveled, his clothes rumpled. He looks angry; just angry enough to hide the small panic in his eyes. Gary is not supposed to be here. He's supposed to be at home, shunned and out of Kieren's life as much as possible. ] You're not here. You're not --

Shut up, will you? Your new mates can see this right? They all like you then, dead head? They know you tried to eat your old man?

[There is blind panic on Kieren's face before it's replaced with stone cold fury. ] Shut up, what the fuck -- don't you dare talk about my --

[Gary gives the locket an unimpressed look. ] Take that as a no then. This walking rotter made himself go rabid, tried to take a nice big chunk out of his own --

[The locket shakes, and Kieren grabs it in one hand. He gives Gary an almighty punch to the face and the illusion vanishes. In it's place is a ravenous beast and Kieren knows now that you can't reason with the dogs. They're not like him, not at all. He turns on his heel and runs and the locket closes over in his hand. ]

allures

[ when the locket flicks on, it looks as though Teresa might be alone, but her attention moves to her right almost immediately after the video feed starts, like she's wary to have her attention diverted for even a little bit. she's worrying, yes. in a Teresa way. which means she mostly just looks really annoyed. ]

We've all seen the last few transmissions over this network, right? We've all seen it, and we've all been told to be on our guard, but has anyone actually killed one of these things yet? Do we even know how? Or are we expected to swing a sword and hope for the best? [ h u f f ]

[Effy prides herself in everything she does, but if there’s one thing she’s best at, it’s hiding her problems. when Teresa looks off screen, she slides into view with a smile.]

Don’t think swords are going to do much. [if anything.] Got to be another way. Maybe light?

[she arches a brow at Teresa, as though that would be the most helpful (and obvious) solution. they are shadow dogs.]

[ Teresa’s expression doesn’t exactly turn sour, but- ] So... Magic, basically. We should be using magic. [ which she doesn’t have. which obviously bothers her. can’t they just punch these things in the face? she doesn’t mind punching things in the face. especially when they made a point to hurt someone she gives a crap about. ] Okay, let’s work with that, then. We need a plan. With- magic, I guess.

Yes. [she gets it. magic.] Magic. I’m sure someone’s got an idea how to use it. Wizards. Magic users. Anything. The dogs need to go.

[Effy is 100% done with dealing with the dogs, so she really doesn’t want any more contact with them. which is why it’s important someone else deals with it.]

So, who’s ready to make a plan?

(ooc: green is teresa & black is effy! )

arms

[ Minho has been spending most of his time in the Drabwurld just sort of... observing and exploring. Because he's been working to make a better map for the arrivals to use, and has been trying to figure out what would be the best way to go about sharing it. Would something over this weird network work? Who knows.

But he's gotten a little distracted by the whole feathers thing, and has been having a time of figuring them out. He appears on the feed for both courts with one of the little feathers pinched between thumb and forefinger, turning it back and forth. ]

So, before I came here, there wasn't any such thing as magic. It was all science, no... powers, or whatever. [ Thomas and Teresa's telepathy aside, considering that was science, too. ] Gotta say, this's pretty interesting.

[ Except then there's a distressed bleating - behhh! - and Minho snorts abruptly, sticking the feather behind his ear and reaching down out of the amulet's view to pick up... well, what looks like a small deer. ] Except for the part where a certain someone hasn't figured out how to turn back into a person, but y'know. Jeez, greenie...

[ But he turns his attention back to the world at large, nestling the fawn in his muscled arms. ] Anyways. The feathers are literally, like, everywhere. But has anyone figured out what all they do, or found anything else while picking 'em up? Like new places or some klunk.

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. ]

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