eachdraidh

Hey, guys. This is- actually kind of tough now that I'm here doing it, but I've committed and I know this is the right thing to do. So.

This [ she turns her locket so this guy is in frame, and he's currently just watching Rachel to see what the heck she's doing and who she's talking to, but then he looks at the thing in her hand, tilting his head left right left right left. very curious! Rachel reaches out to stroke his neck, grinning when he dips his head up and down and shakes his tail feathers a little bit. someone clearly likes to be pet. ] is Apollo. I've had him since he was a little tiny thing, and he's really, really great, but I've come to realize that it's kind of selfish to hang onto him just because he's a great friend. I still have Blackjack, after all, so it's not as if I need him to get around.

He's just really fun to hang out with.

But that's why I'd like to offer him up to one of my fellow Seelies.

[ her voice sounds a little shaky, but she's pushing through it. she's not super sad, but... okay, it's super sad!! it's hard giving away a pet. ]

He's really, really fast, and really protective of his rider, too. He gets a little weird around water, but if you have a lot of ground to cover, he's the best mount you could ask for. Really. He's also capable of magic - healing magic, as far as I can tell - I just never tried to enhance his natural abilities very much. His diet is pretty basic, but he'll just keep eating forever if you let him, so you have to watch out for that. I'm not even sure what else to say, just that I can't sing his praises enough. --Oh, he likes to sing along, too, if you start singing. I'm not about to make my vocal debut on the locket, but trust me, it's very sweet.

If anyone would like meet him to see if you mesh, let me know. We're in the courtyard of the Citadel, if anyone wants to just come by and hang out. But I'm only going to let him hang out with the very best people around, so make sure you bring your A-game when you speak up here. [ she furrows her brow and tries to look really serious when she nods, but she ends up laughing again with a little sniff ] Alright, that's it. Take care.

fell_to_hell

[This is a teenager who looks tired, but isn't letting that stop him from doing whatever it is he wants or needs to do. His dark eyes are alert, though they also look faraway.]

This probably won't be of any use in the battle coming up with how late in the game I'm offering, but I think that it's still something that's worth learning.

[He makes absolutely no sense right now and he gets that.]

One of the powers I was born with is something my world calls 'shadow travel.' By using shadows like paths to walk through, I can appear in another place. I can even take other people or objects with me. It works best at night, but there's no real problem with using it during the daytime. There's a price, though. It can take a lot of energy at first, and the amount of energy is totally dependent on the distance you're traveling and how many people are traveling with you.

[Nico looks grim, as that's not the only warning he needs to give on this particular ability.]

For any interested, I have to give you a warning on being very careful to not abuse shadow traveling. When I abused it, I almost ceased to be part of the mortal world. I almost joined the ghosts in the Underworld, the Land of the Dead. Whether that same thing can happen here, I don't know and I don't particularly want to know.

If you're still interested after all of that or you have questions about it in general, then feel free to contact me. I plan on holding these lessons at the White Citadel, but I can also hold them at Caer Glaem's training grounds.

[Since either of those locations will be close to healers.]

crymoore

[ It has been a month's time spent within Allaidh Darach and so far all Jaina's managed to do besides travel is catch up on recent news. There's centuries worth of tales here--many which have been lost due to the destruction of various sources--so there's no end to the stories that fall from the lips of others. Admittedly it's kept her mind off of the loss of one of her allies, as questionable as it may be to call Garrosh Hellscream that, so by time she settles in at a tavern in Daonna she's decided that she's had enough with the distractions. Now is the time for action, but where does she begin?

An introduction is what she's decided on. Having skipped out on the feast due to her own (overwhelming) feelings and to chase after the back of someone familiar, she missed the opportunity to make some new connections of her own. Truly it was her own fault for sticking with fellowship she's known instead of reaching out to new individuals, but she won't allow her decision to breed contempt. Her finger gently circles the locket before she manages to sort out the magic behind it and in turn, the visual catches her delight before her expression hardens into something more fit for a public introduction. ]

Greetings my fellow Shardholders. [ She fidgets a bit in place, unsure of whether or not her full image is being captured by the locket. ] I am Jaina Proudmoore, a sorceress from the land of Azeroth though it appears as if that no longer matters as we all must play the role we have been assigned. War is a burden I cannot bear--will not bear--so an alternative is what I seek.

Peace has been my life's work. [ It's a phrase she hasn't had to repeat in a while as the two warring factions of her world came together briefly to take down even greater threats. ] From what I have gathered, diplomacy of that nature has been attempted to no avail and the monarchs will provide no succor to those who go against their command. If I must, so be it, but I will do aught peacefully if such a path is available to me. In remembering all that we have lost, we are reminded of what we still have.

The power of free will is not so easily discarded. [ What a bold and rebellious debut. ]

truesight

[ when the feed clicks on, Rachel's sort of- giggling? okay, not sort of. she's giggling. quiet and pleased. it would be a loud out-right laugh if there wasn't a streak of silver at the back of her jaw, making it hurt a bit to open her mouth wide. but anyway- ]

I just want to leave a little memo here about- um, if you're in need of some pain relief, come find me outside at the Station. By all the new flowers, you know? It's so nice out. [ she's even taking a second to shut her eyes and enjoy the sunlight again for a second. her whole tone is kind of lazy like a cat right now, it's ..telling. ] Anyway, if you've been getting sicker, then I know you're probably feeling achy. I was too. But I've got you.

[ this is Rachel Elizabeth Dare letting the world know she has The Good Shit. dat elven kush. no jk what is kush who even knows, I don't smoke pot. but she's got herbs, yo. she's not TOOOOTAALLYYYY HIGH, she's not like that, but they use it for meditation back at the Oracle's Spire, and she's been knowing to have it out at the gallery from time to time, but she's using it now just to chill out, take the edge off of the weird tingling in her fingers and those spots of silver that seem to keep popping up.

she also might've purposely parked herself at the Station so she could help out Unseelie friends who happen to be around there too, but we're not mentioning that out loud.

and oh yeah, there's a reason why she's laughing- ]

It's a serious offer, I promise. I'm only laughing because I- I went home a little while ago, so my memories are still sort of- figuring out how to mesh together, right? But it made me think about how I used to paint myself gold and stand around like a statue in Central Park to raise funds for my school's art club. Ironic, isn't it? Sort of. The Alanis Morissette kind of ironic.

It feels good to laugh, though. You just have to, sometimes.

parallels

[Clara looks like hell. Honestly, why she used the video function is beyond her. There are dark circles under her eyes and her hair is tousled and messy. Before she speaks, she sighs and presses her palms into her eyes.]

Take a little nap, just for a quick visit home, wake up and there's a massive void threatening to destroy all the world. I used to wake up and think "oh that's Monday, time to make it all better" but now I've just got a headache. Maybe I'm getting old. Haven't got time for a world that's gone to hell.

[She pulls her hands down and licks her lips before continuing. Discretion is important here.]

I had a vision about it. The void. Or at least I think so. I was looking at the map and there was spilled ink. Black like the void. But it was in the north. It started bleeding, swallowing up everything in that strange half light. Then there was nothing but a single dot left.

[She leans back, tired eyes up to the ceiling as she recalls the memory.]

Vague but possibly useful. Would be nice if it was useful, anyway. Being useful is the idea. Haven't heard of anything happening to the north, just Leathann in the south. Has anyone else seen anything like this? Or heard of anything happening there? Don't suppose we could end up with voids times two. Just what we need. Then again, I'm new at this whole "have visions, interpret them, they're possibly a metaphor" sort of thing.

[Then her eyes are back on the locket, darker, and a little glassy. She's fighting off tears but she'll make no more of a show of it.]

Other than that, I've. I've got a request. Or more of a task, I suppose. I need something retrieved from Caer Scima.

My friend... The Doctor left. We haven't spoken for nearly a year and I suppose it'd be silly to count on him returning. Haven't seen much of that since I've been here. Besides, the world is ending. Who'd want to end up back here?

[She bites her lip before continuing, quickly. It's dangerous to speak of others in the opposite court. But she hopes she can make this work.]

He had boons that might be useful to our side. I'd like to have them retrieved. He often kept to himself and I can't imagine anyone hasIf anyone wants to volunteer, you'll be rewarded. Gold, metals, magic, services, I'm flexible. Or perhaps you're creative. Either way, rewards!

Otherwise, I'll take your advice on how to break into a massive enemy fortress instead. Much obliged.

[The last part is said bone dry. Giving the implication that it's half joke-half desperate idea that she might actually be considering.]

commandertoolbelt

[ The feeds turns on to show Leo, visibly shaken, dirt on his face from where he'd fallen after losing his already tenuous hold on the mountain. He hadn't bothered to clean up yet, too focused on watching the aftermath before hauling out of Unseelie territory to find somewhere relatively safe. ]

We lost Mt. Verla. And the Pyrii... walked right into the Void. Like they didn't have anything left to stay for.

[ With their home gone, he supposes that they really don't. It isn't like they wanted to be saved, anyway. They hadn't even tried, and that disturbed Leo quite a bit, though not as much as seeing them march to their deaths. ]

And I can't... I don't know what happened, if it has something to do with them disappearing or not, but... I can't use my fire. [ His voice trembles as he speaks, looking down at his hands with a shake of his head. ] I tried. Over and over, but I can't do it. I've never... not been able to do it before.

Can anyone else use fire magic? Firebending, or whatever?

[ There's a hesitation, but he asks, ] Is there any way to get it back? Would Shard training help?

truesight

So, quick question!

[ heeey, guess who's back in Leathann? it's probably a little counter productive to start a video transmission when the world around you seems to be in some state of chaos, but Rachel doesn't have a choice. there's red smudged under her nose, but no sign of any kind of physical altercation beyond her frazzled look. nope! just a random nosebleed because why not? and if her expression looks more than a little dazed it's because she walked right into the aftermath of some kind of cloudy smokebomb which might've had more than just smoke in it. it's impossible to tell anymore. ]

I left the Spire to try and and talk to some of the rioters out here, which I know - not an amazingly brilliant move - but usually the people here are always so peaceful. It's just how they live. I've been living here for the better part of a year and I've never seen them acting this way.

Right now, people are either destroying whatever they can get their hands on, or they're just- giving up. [ but she can't think about the number of people she's seeing getting on those boats heading straight into the Void without feeling queasy, so. not going to talk about it. ] I guess I thought I could try and do something about it, but, um. No.

Long story short, I need somebody that's familiar with jinxes and counter-curses to help me out, if you could. I was hit with something and it's like every step I take is another opportunity for the worst to happen. I have no idea what it was exactly, there's a lot of magic flying around. Which again, totally not normal for the people here. The Void is really messing with the balance of things, and it's making-

[ she flinches as a bright flash goes off somewhere behind the camera, which doesn't help her vision much, but it's obviously just more gratuitous displays of magic because there's no explosion or anything too alarming. she blinks hard a few times, tries to refocus her eyes, but her pupils are blown wide]

I've tried using the sleep spell I learned to get people to chill out, but it's more dangerous than helpful with how crazy everyone's acting. I don't want people to get trampled over. But mostly I just need to reverse this jinx, whatever it is. Blackjack is off somewhere safe for now, but I'm not riding him back to the mainland until I know it's safe for both of us to make the trip. Is there a general reversal spell I can try, or would I need to know what I got hit with in order to reverse it?

[ she pauses, maybe hoping for a fast reply, but then she jolts forward when someone knocks into her from behind. it's a weird sort of struggle - the person who crashed into her is laughing, but then he's reaching for a handful of her hair, like he's trying to pull her back into the fray ( to join the riot or because she's a shardbearer is hard to tell )-

aaand the feed cuts out ]

depicted

[Oh, look, it's Dorian Gray! Everyone remembers Dorian Gray, right? Sweet kid, a little naive, recently got scolded at the royal audience? Well, today you wouldn't believe it, not from how very self-possessed he looks, how pleased, how utterly brazen.

One might think that someone who just got publicly called out and punished might feel more need to keep their head down and be discrete, but apparently not. Every actor needs an audience, and this actor, at least, seems to be particularly committed to enjoy the show he's putting on. Feline in recline, he speaks as one who savours language, gesturing in smooth, languid movements. He is the 1890s Aesthete come to life, in all its hedonistic glory, and he is here to share.]

How dreary we all are getting. It's the fin de siècle all over again, but with far less Oscar. Or Yeats, for that matter. [Suitably, mockingly dramatic:] "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

[And here's a scoff.] I'm not feeling it. We are meant to be the court of tradition, of love, of welcoming the apocalypse. And yet I haven't seen even one orgy in my time at Caer Glaem. Frankly, I'm unimpressed.

[The headshake turns back into that canary-eating smile, and he purrs out his proposal for fixing this shameful problem.]

So tonight, at the sun's setting, I'll be holding a, ah, ritual in the Magi's Workroom. Wine from Mandragora Estates—top of the line, for those tragically ignorant of the most up-and-coming vinery in the Drabwurld—and various other substances. Children not invited.

It's a protection ritual, for the record. It would be so very unsuitable to be decadently useless in our embrace of the End. Try to bring yourself as magically charged as you can.

[ooc: THERE WILL BE NO LOG FOR THIS I am not going to put up an actual orgy log dear god. But this a thing Dorian will really be doing, any character can come as long as they're over the age of consent. Wine, drugs, and sex, all night. Technically, it really is an actual magical ritual.]

rube

[ben is nervous, but not because he's about to share another vision, but because of what he knows is about to come. he's not entirely sure if it's all relative, but he'd been hoping it wouldn't happen so soon. the winter had been a harsh one. for a lot of people, this may be the first time they've seen, let alone spoken to, ben in a long time.

he finally speaks, his voice even but urgent. he seems to finally be ready to speak of his vision.]

It might be too late to change anythin', but I saw somethin' over the winter. It's hard to describe if you haven't seen it, but it's all important, even if it ain't gonna happen right away.

[he lets out a sigh, rubbing his temples,]

Black line in the horizon, only gettin' bigger. Far as I know, it's the Void-- that ain't news. It's comin'. There was-- there was a head, no body, and arrows hittin' the beach. There was some kinda noise there, too. Damn loud, if you ask me. Then the birds came, bigger than anythin' I've seen before, grabbin' at snakes as big as them.

[he pauses; he doesn't look thrilled at what he's about to say.]

The Shuck was eatin' the White Hart. [he licks his lips, gaze hardening,] Whatever's out there, we got to prepare ourselves.

[the feed ends.]

truesight

I know we're supposed to be celebrating, but does anyone else feel like- you know, not wanting to do that at all? I can't be the only one.

[ as always, Rachel's got smudges of color on her face and her fingertips, but this time her expression isn't bright to match. she scratches at her cheek ( which leaves a bit of blue there, but whatever ) as she frowns, and it's clear she's trying to not look so sullen, but it's hard work. there are some ways this place is way, way different than her home world. but this feels too much like what it would be like if the Roman and Greek demigods really did end up going to war. if the quest failed, and everything crumbled and went to Tartarus and friends were forced to fight friends and Gaia won and that kind of sucks. so she's babbling at the locket network- why? because she's selfish enough to seek some kind of validation for feeling so bummed about this. for not finding that much comfort in a Seelie victory. and maybe also because she's managed to get her hands on a little fairy wine, and she's not drunk, but she's feeling more honest about her less optimistic side than she normally would be. woops. ]

I know the war is important, and unavoidable, but I guess I just thought- [ she huffs a breath ] I got to fight. I got to ride a pegasus into battle and fight, just like everyone else, which I never got to do in my world. And I always thought it was worse, having to sit on the sidelines when the rest of my friends were out fighting. But this- I don't feel any better. [ a beat ] Fighting doesn't scare me, I love knowing I can protect myself in a fight now, but that?

[ another pause, and she's pushing her hair back off her face even though it doesn't really do much to control all those curls ]

I don't think I can do that again. I want to help, I want to keep helping in any way I can, but just- not that. I don't think I'm built for that kind of battle. And I know I can't be the only one that feels that way, but- [ her brow furrows up, like she doesn't like admitting that. ] Does that make me useless here? 'Cause I gotta admit, it makes me feel a little useless. [ but yikes that's depressing. and Rachel Elizabeth Dare isn't depressing. so she shakes her head, lifts a hand like that erases that last bit ]

Anyway. If we're friends, or no matter what if you're a camper - Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter - check in, please. [ :| damnit campers she knows you were all probably way too involved with all of the fighting ] Let me know you're okay. Let's talk. I'm going a little crazy, it feels like everybody's scattered in different places.

ex_bronze361

( she wakes up in the morning and her bedside is icy, uninhabited. she expected to open her eyes and see percy at the window, plagued by nightmares and being thoughtful enough to not wake her -- but when annabeth sits up and looks around, she's met only with the soft sounds of her dog yawning as it warms her feet.

she fears, automatically. but she still waits to make a post on the lockets. she waits, she spams percy's phone, she hushes her dog's cries at missing its dad. it's when she get up out of bed, and sees his shard resting on their bedside table, a note written telling of a goodbye that makes her heart weight down deep into her stomach, that she's confident enough that percy isn't returning to the room. she opens up her locket. )

If you knew him, Percy Jackson has left Drabwurld.
- Annabeth.

( short, sweet, simple. text, because it's easier than getting choked up in communication. )

truesight

( cut for narrative! )

[ either way, after more than a few hours of reading, she finds an empty spot in the library so she can turn on her locket, stacking up a few books so she can leave the locket on top and keep her hands free. she turns on a video feed shortly after, showing a slightly weary but otherwise focused redhead with her hair pulled back in a messy ( seriously messy, untamed mass of curls ) ponytail. ]

Hey. [ she's not exactly whispering, her voice just isn't capable of whispering most of the time, it's a sad fact of being a big-mouth, but she's trying. ] So, alright. I know the timing is bad because of what's going on with the vampires and the elves, but I need some help finding information, if you guys are up for it. [ "you guys" meaning everyone that has access to this broadcast, yep. but she'll act like she's talking to everyone personally, one-on-one. it's easier that way. ]

I'd like to learn more about the Aellyn elven clan. I- [ she's not sure if she should be talking about this publicly, but it makes more sense than trying to navigate around it. honesty is the best policy, and all that. she'll just.. avoid stating it outright, as much as she can ] I've been asked to help them with something, something really important - to me, at least - but the things I've read about them don't exactly paint a clear picture for why I should do it. So, I guess I'm just asking for advice on this.

Judging by what I read, I'm not sure I understand why they'd ask me, a member of the Seelie court, for help. I know there's a lot going on with the different elven clans right now, but have they outwardly chosen a side in our war, too? [ she huffs ] I must sound so ignorant, I'm sorry. Um. [ moving on! ] The things I can do would explain why they'd like my help, and I know the Oracle herself didn't align herself with either side, but it still seems a little sticky, y'know? [ "sticky" is the best she can come up with after being in a quiet library for wayway too long ] And I'm thinking this is an even longer longshot, but - I've read a little bit about the first Seven Star Oracle, how her power manifests and that sort of thing, but I have a few questions about the most recent one, if anyone might be able to help with that. I'd like to know about every Seer that's held the position, but the most recent might be a good place to start.

Uhh- [ she's shifting books around on the table now, flicking through pages ] Prophecies! There have to be prophecies here, right? Great Prophecies, I'm talking about fate of the world stuff here. Did anyone actually hear the last prophecy of the Seven Star Oracle before she was killed? [ she actually winces after she asks, realizing she's probably getting too caught up in this, too fast. ] Gods, this is so- [ she huffs ] I just- I can't go there, to the Spire, and ask the people there for answers when they're going to be in mourning. As they should be, but-

[ ohhhh she's babbling, and she knows it. she shuts her eyes and shakes her head, squares her shoulders ]

I'm just looking for any information you guys are willing to give me. About the elves I might be traveling with, the history of the Oracle, any prophecies she's given that haven't come to pass yet. Anything that might help.

Thanks.

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 )

marred

[ on january 11, the humming of the macarena comes to a sudden and abrupt halt. it's with a hiss of a snake and the sight of a tongue in the very corner of the camera, it's clear luke isn't holding his locket. it's martha who is, but she doesn't make a sound as a little red fox curls into luke's neck and licks his jaw. she's rowdy and restless, but luke tries to smooth her hackles a little with his fingers stroking her fur. as for the man himself, he looks a little tired. ]

[ his voice is quiet, ] Uh, hey guys. [ the fox in his arms nudges him hard on the jaw. ] Woah, hey, calm down.

Look, I need to make this quick. It's getting colder. I'm not really great at knitting, but — Can anyone help me out here? She needs something to keep her from shivering.

I promised someone I'd take care of her. And — [ he meant it when he'd vowed to the black shuck he'd honour his deceased friend. and that even means doing this. ] Yeah, I'm going to need more than one pair of socks and a scarf. We can work out a trade, if you're not willing to knit for free.

[ the fox settles against him, closing her eyes. there's a quiet hiss of ask from martha. ] And if you can knit two long stockings — [ the camera shakes and luke rolls his eyes. ] And maybe four or so ear muffs — I'd be grateful.

[ and though it appears as though luke's wanting to get off his locket as soon as possible with the fox resting against him, it's all an act. encrypting a text for seelie only, he dictates his own audition advertisement for the seers of the court. please note: this advertisement lacks the extravagance of his cow advert from a few days prior. it doesn't help he has a fox that won't leave him alone in his hands. ]

( SEELIE LOCKED )

playmakings

[For anyone familiar with any semblance of the Wildcats, the pose Ryan and Kelsi are in is incredibly familiar, with Kelsi behind a large piano in the Seelie palace, comfortable and smiling, even if her hair is incredibly messed up and she’s in the equivalent of her pyjamas, glasses haphazardly perched on her face as she slapped them on in a hurry.]

I didn’t know there was actually a piano here--must be left over from a shardbearer, right?

[Occasionally the camera rocks back and forth as if whoever’s holding Kelsi’s locket is spinning it, but eventually it settles and Ryan answers as his free hand comes down to walk his fingers along the keys.]

Probably. Maybe you should just consider it a Christmas present?

Oh, yeah. I missed Christmas. [ She sounds nonchalant, of course, but anyone who actually spends two minutes with her can probably recognize she’s a little bummed about literally sleeping through her world’s celebration period. Good job, Kels. ] Hey--your locket? [ But she looks incredibly at home, hands already finding their place among the ivory keys. ]

[There’s a hum like Ryan’s not really paying attention, tone light when he speaks.]

Can’t remember if this one’s mine or yours. I kinda threw everything into one bag when we left the infirmary. But if you’re asking what I think you’re asking, the answer’s yes. [The chipper grin is practically visible just from the tone. He knows Kelsi is going to pick up on the implications immediately. He’s pulling her into the spotlight whether she wants it or not. Sorry.] ...hey. Know what we both missed this year? Christmas movie night.

I missed Peanuts! [Her lips turn downward, and it’s hard to tell if it’s a thoughtful pause or just her pouting before she starts playing one of her favourite tunes. It’s a little selfish of her not to play the main theme, but it was always the most fun to play. She looks up at Ryan while she plays, fingers gliding expertly across the keys like skates on ice.] Well, since you’re recording... I guess this is a little East High spirit for Drabwurld? This is something we do every year around this time, play and listen and watch stuff like this, so… Oh.

[She blinks.] I guess this is my belated present to you guys.

[Of course he’s recording, and it’s why the camera’s solely on Kelsi even as he talks.] Music’s kinda like the gift that keeps on giving, you know? And surprisingly Kelsi knows more than one song. [Is he teasing her? Yes he is.] Anyway she’ll be more than happy to take requests, too, won’t you, Kels?

If I can play it! [She’s still tapping away at the keys.] I know a lot more classical music, but I’m good with pop songs, too.

You’re good with a lot of things. [He’s just scolding her lightly as though they’re used to having this conversation, arguing about Kelsi’s skill level.] Guess now’s as good a time as any for musical education.

[ ooc: pink is kelsi, blue is ryan--responses will mostly come from kelsi, but ryan may threadjack! ]

truesight

--obody eat the meatpies!

[ guess who's just barely turned her locket on before shouting her Very Important Message at it? this girl. the only light in the room is a dim candle at the other side of the room and the glow of the video feed, but her eyes are still glowing a bit, a bright green, and she's obviously not in a trance but she totally just had a prophetic dream.

even if it is super.. vague.. ]

For the next - [ quick, math! ] - four days and three nights - [ thinkythink ] - not including this one, don't eat the meatpies. None of them. Not even a bite.

It'll kill you. Maybe.

[ her voice is still rough with sleep and she's got a dark red smudge on her cheek from where the heel of her hand was pressed to it when she fell asleep a few hours before, but. well. she seems totally serious. so, so serious about dem meatpies. ]

I don't know why and I don't know what causes it and I don't know who exactly could end up dead, but. Just to be safe, I'm going to say that nobody should eat them.

-- At least, I think it was a meatpie. It could have been any kind of pie, but they were little, you know? Those little personal pies they always have at the feast, and you can get them in the- you can ask for them anytime. [ wuhh she's tired. crashing fast, even as she's gesturing "LITTLE PIE, THIS BIG!!" with her hands at the camera.. ] I saw a people eating them, and then dropping dead. Quick flashes of it. No details. S'just- the pies.

Okay.

Going to go back to sleep now. But don't eat the pies.

[ sleepy nodnodnodnodnod, and then she's shutting off her locket. and she might not even remember this later, not in full detail, but. well. there's that. ]

[ ooc: this isn't actually anything ..important, I just wanted to futz with Rachel's canon abilities a bit here in a silly way. which I have a permissions post for here if anybody wants to actually have their character choke on a pie, hahaha. or whatever! always up for plotting vague vision things just to mess with characters' heads. could be important things, or silly things like this. but yeah. nothin' to read into here though, which is the main point of my ooc note c: ]

fell_to_hell

[Nico debates saying anything over voice, but decides against it. He doesn't trust himself to remain collected. Honestly, he feels...drained. Not only is he left with Bianca's shard, but he's now left with Piper and Jason's.

This is too much for him to think or speak clearly. Text is the better option, despite his dyslexia.

The son of Hades takes a deep breath before typing.]

Jason Grace, Piper McLean, and Bianca di Angelo are no longer with us. I currently have their shards.

[He knows for a fact that Thalia will come running to find him in Caer Glaem, so he doesn't bother sending her a private message. This, he thinks, is something that needs to be talked about in person.

Currently, Nico is out on the grounds, sitting next to his gigantic hellhound and looking much like he had when he'd first arrived in the Drabwurld. Alone, sad, and putting up familiar barriers against the pain of loss. Clifford whines at him, not only sensing Nico's distress, but also the loss of one of his favorite demigods.]

truesight

[ Rachel seems Pretty Damned Pleased when her video pops up on the network, and she jumps right into her announcement ( oh yes, it's an announcement ) with an enthusiasm that matches that expression - ]

So! Two things! One, I'm proud to announce that Leo Valdez of the Seelie fame will be my not-date to this little shindig we're having. [ this next bit is added with less gusto, like fine print at the bottom of the page ] And by not-date I just mean I can't actually call him my date because I gave this oath to a Greek god that stated I wouldn't ever date in exchange for a power upgrade, sorta, back home, but anyway- [ and she's back to full voice ] Which means that it'll be that much easier for all you party-goers to find us for a dance, if you want. Like, with one of us, or both of us. Who knows! Hey. It's a party. Either way, we'll be spending 80% of the time on the dance floor, so you should definitely come say hey.

[ she's obviously just really excited for this, okay. because of the dancing thing, and because- ]

And the second thing is that I heard we're supposed to wear masks for the next few days? Which is actually kind of great, because I've been looking for a project, and making cool masks sounds like the perfect thing. I don't think I could make a bunch of masks for everyone, there's no time, but if anybody wants to meet up to spruce up their masks, let me know? Like an arts and crafts session or something. I don't know. [ she's just really excited!! ] Yeah, let me know.

oursavinggrace

[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 )

rube

[for anyone who may have noticed, soon after ben returned to caer glaem from the station, he fell into a slumber for seven days. it takes him about an hour to actually show himself on the network after putting everything back together again. it's early evening. he's showered, at least, but there's a glassy look to his eyes and concern and panic wracking his features that he's trying to reel in. when he speaks, he sounds out of breath, as if he's just woken up.]

I don't got any idea what the hell just happened to me. If someone- if someone could explain how I got home and woke up back here [he runs a hand over his face, shaking his head. is tone has calmed, but he sounds more impatient now:] I gotta go back. I got things I got to to do.

[it's his first day here all over again. he squeezes his eyes shut, then sighs.]

I saw somethin', just before I woke up. Somethin's comin' for us. Somethin' bad.

[he leaves it like that, shutting the locket before he says too much, or says something he'll regret later. he isn't used to talking about his visions. he's not even sure if he should say more, because of the unseelie court, but he doesn't want to completely exclude them. they're not all bad there, he recognizes that.]

( ooc: if any of his cr may have visited him/maybe is there when he wakes up, feel free action that up! you are also free to have your character find him in his room, or out and about the castle. he's most likely getting something to eat after this post! also, i must remind everyone to fill out his permissions! )

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