eachdraidh

[There's probably a better way to do this, but at least he can put out feelers and see what he's working with. Since the decimation of Caer Scima Hiro's been a little more than bitter toward the Seelie and while he doesn't want to have anything to do with any of them, he realizes that as a scientist he needs to gather as much information as possible.]

It's been a long month, hasn't it? I'm not used to any of this. Monsters? Destroying people's castles? It's weird. I was getting ready for class one day and the next I came here and then the fighting started. I think I'm going to fall really, really behind in my homework. Makes me wonder…what do you miss most about home? I can't be the only one who really misses advanced tech (computers, video games, even the old stuff like VCRs would be okay at this point.) And I know, I know, the Station exists but it's not the same. So, what about you guys?

[If he can figure out what people value? Maybe they can use that to their advantage, too.]

[Unseelie Locked]

[Now comes the hard part. With that out of the way the video function of the locket clicks on and it's obvious that the locket's hanging from something in front of Hiro. He's in a room at the Station, ever-recognizable blue hoodie hanging loosely on his frame but the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. More importantly than that? He looks a little nervous.]

…hi. My name is Hiro Hamada. I don't know most of you, but I hope you're listening anyway.

[He pauses and looks to the side, evidently looking at someone else who's in the room with him. Deep breath, Hiro.]

It's not a secret that we lost this battle pretty bad. That's a fact, but I think there's something we can do about it to help recover. I know there are other people that don't know how to really fight, or there are people who can only fight with weapons. What if we could do something more than that?

[Give him a second and he's holding up his hand. It looks as though he might completely freeze up but after a short moment a small fireball appears in the palm of his hand. He wants to put it out immediately, but he pauses long enough to at least look at the locket again.]

I couldn't do this when I first got here. [And the fireball vanishes.] Think about how much stronger we'd be as a court if everybody could wield a couple of spells. Even if it's not something you want to use for offense even picking up a few for defense is better than nothing. I know there're a lot of magic users here but…well, Lemina and I have been working on something pretty cool.

[He's going to lean forward and pick up what looks like a piece of paper with a class list and a list of elemental spells written on it to show the camera.]

The Guild's designed to not only teach people how to unlock their own magic ability but hone it and build up to becoming a better magician. We have a few ideas how to use it to help our side of this war. We're going to start classes soon for anybody who's even kinda curious. [A pause.] Look, I didn't even really believe in magic before I got here and knowing the little bit I learned saved me back there. It'd be really cool if you guys considered it and you can always ask Lemina or me if you have questions.

[Actually…he looks off screen toward where Lemina's sitting.] Maybe we should do that now?

[ooc: This is actually going to be open to both Seelie and Unseelie because of the mage university being started by Tzilan just outside of Redgate. Lemina's been putting up flyers around the Station and Hiro just doesn't realize it and has a very strong bias against the Seelie. You can check out more about said-Guild in the class link above, and you can sign up your character here. As an aside, Lemina will also be teaching classes at said-university on her own, but will be keeping the Guild as something separate. edit: also Lemina might pop into some threads as well!]

greenies

[ 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. ]

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! )

mixcds

I don't suppose there's any shard holders who are doctors in Caer Scima? I'll even take a scientist.

[He pauses. ]

A scientist might be better, actually. I've got something I need replicated, if possible and - an ailment. Of sorts.

[Another pause, and then he lifts a shaking hand. ] It won't stop doing this. I don't know why.

[He gives it a violent shake; the tremors don't stop immediately, as they have done in the past. A few seconds go on and then, gradually it subsides. Kieren pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

Thanks.

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.

choreographics

Maybe my timing's bad, but I don't want to keep sitting around. The real question is how many days does it take to get to the Station by horseback? I mean if someone knows a faster way that'd be great, but I'm working with what I can find. ...and if anybody wants to come along, I wouldn't say no to some company.

I don't know; maybe it seems like a cop-out to be going somewhere else right now when people are actually putting in substantial effort. Those shadow-things? I couldn't do anything to take them out, and it's not just about that. People are always talking about powers and magic and intergalactic travel and wars and worlds where being stuck like this isn't that uncommon but it's weird. It's so weird because home's pretty much lacking the whole war-and-supernatural-fantasy thing. I'm from New Mexico and I go to a public high school. Our biggest battles are championship basketball games against West High. The only time I've ever lost anything was losing an acting role to Troy and Gabriella. What does that say about me?

They keep saying that we're important and special and everything, but I'm not so sure I feel that way anymore. Maybe this is what it's like to be normal, but then that still doesn't answer the question of why I'm here. …I'm not really sure what to do now. [There's a long pause. He's met with people like Lancelot who've given him some ideas and tools which is wonderful. Other people he's spoken with have also prompted ideas for him to think on, but it just doesn't seem like enough.]

Sorry, I'm not really expecting much of an answer. I'm just kind of thinking out loud, I guess. I'll figure something out.

...anyway! Besides that, I'm interested to see how many people are into the performing arts. I'm talking singers, dancers, actors, musicians, everything. Actually, make that every form of art. Drawing, painting, you name it. I kinda work under the belief that art's still really important even while all of this is going on.

infame

[It's with great, great smugness that Peter opens his locket. He smiles, quite serenely; this is an open invitation, not to both courts, but to those who know him specifically. He smiles with all his teeth - is reclining quite comfortably in his room. He's packed a bag, intending to leave in the next few days, but no one need know that. ]

Good evening - I've come into quite a bit of luck, recently. Good news should be shared, as my older sister would say.

[There's a mischievous edge to his entire face. For a moment, he pauses. ]

I had known that our monarchs were generous, but I hadn't quite believed it until I experienced it first hand.

[At this, his eyes change. They glow red, his teeth just shy of fangs. He's positively brimming with elation. Hardly had to lift a finger. Hardly had to scheme at all and he's gotten what he wanted. Not a single drop of blood shed; he's sure Derek and Talia would both be so proud. ]

The eyes do come with a few draw backs, but none that I can't fix.

[It feels so good to be back in action. ] Anyway, I really ought to go. Consider this my Unseelie propaganda duty.

scanningutterly

[Orlando had turned on the video first, finding the idea more natural, even if he's using his real (real?) body instead of speaking through a sim. But the idea of talking about this face-to-face, face-to-face with strangers, made him freeze up. Death is a pretty personal thing, especially your own. So he switched to voice, trying to give himself a layer of distance. Personal as it may be, he'd still like some answers on this.]

So... [There's a pause as he takes in a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh. So much for a strong start.]

How many of you are dead? I mean, died in your world, but...came back here?

It can't just be me, right? [He tries to make that last part sound like a joke. It doesn't really work.]

teenyoda

[He's busy in his lab trying to conjure up something doglike, so you'll excuse him for not showing what he's doing to the enemy forces. That being said, he knows that some people here have friends over in the other court and whatever the shadowy things are, he knows they're a threat to both sides.]

I'm working on a projection spell for anyone that doesn't have a dog yet. I also really hope that every girl and woman in both courts has a dog or is in a group with a dog. If you don't, I hear there's a houndsmaster in both courts, so please, please go get a dog. Or something doglike. A fox. I don't know. Whatever. Just...

[He's managed to create a spell that has essence of dog in it (slobber and hair) so that the projection that comes out snarling smells and carries with it a little bit of the real dog.

He turns the video on to show the one he has made, the dog that jumps out and snarls at nothing one of the larger wolfhounds. Finished with his display, he turns the video back off and goes back to voice.]

For those in the Seelie court without a dog, I have one of these for you. For anyone in the Unseelie... you should maybe work on something like that. If you've got any magic users over there who need the spell, I'd be happy to talk to them about it.

[There were a few things that Stiles could be generous with. Defending women was one of them.]

mixcds

[It's take a lot of building himself up to making this broadcast. First, he starts with voice. ]

Err - listen, Jem, if you're listening in, close your locket over.

[It's an odd thing to say, but when Kieren switches to video, it should become apparent why. He's bare faced, eyes white with star burst pupils. The more they get used to the light, the more they'll start to look like pin-pricks as the video goes on. There's dark, purple-blue circles under his eyes and a yellowish tint around them. His mouth is blue and slightly black at the sides. He swallows out of habit, the feeling of a phantom lump lingering in his throat.

He looks like death, quite literally. There's a reason he's been mostly using the audio option to communicate. ]

I guess I just wanted to offer full disclosure here. To both courts, really.

[He chews his lower lip. ] So, some of you know my sister already? I don't know how much she's told you about home, if she has at all. But she might have mentioned something called 'The Rising'. You can probably tell where this is going.

[He has no idea how Simon can be so confident about what he is, at home. He wishes he were here now, for support. ]

If she hasn't, well - the dead rose from their graves and started eating brains for a while. It was - well. It wasn't really ideal. I was one of them.

[Well - it feels sort of good to have that off his chest. ] I'm better now, obviously. No brain eating or anything like that. No eating much of anything, really. I just wanted to be honest, I suppose. Better that than keeping it a dirty secret.

[He sucks in a breath. ] So yeah. That's that, then.

allures

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:)

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. ]

Entries tagged with teresa: the maze runner

1st Circuit - Text for Both Courts, Video-locked for Unseelie

third trial. (unseelie locked.)

second trial. | voice (unlocked)

✈ fifth snowy flight ❄ — video (both courts)

VIDEO | unlocked.

fifth shot ☢ VIDEO (unseelie locked)

video ₪ unlocked

2nd Chassé | Video for Both Courts

VIDEO. OPEN TO SEELIE & UNSEELIE

[voice] open to both courts

Voice - Seelie/Unseelie

second shot ☢ VOICE - VIDEO (open to seelie & unseelie)

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

A1. video. [ open to both courts ]

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