eachdraidh

[ It's late in the evening, but there's still a bit of light in the background as Rin sits outdoors in the southern part of Aghmhor. No doubt she's been tending to her garden in an attempt to keep her mind off of certain things (or people, in this case), but some things need to be addressed. Holding up a familiar piece of parchment, she waves it a bit in front of the locket and addresses her fellow Shardbearers with an exasperated tone that matches her image. ]

Now this is a good example of how a Baron should handle their affairs though I do have to question the matter in which Baron Sterling Archer conducted his will. [ Why she's even wearing a sign that reads PRUDE right across it... only after she was cursed into doing so. A small minor detail that no one has to know. ] So listen up new Barons--because I know there's more than one of you--but inside of your stupid spires is a device I created. If you want to know how to use it to communicate privately with other spires, you can ask your fellow Barons or you can throw a nice gift my way for a brief lesson.

Just... no more liquor. [ Throwing the piece of paper over her shoulder, she turns the locket around to show crates of varying quality. Mostly good as he did have expensive tastes. ]

I work at a coffee shop, not a bar. What am I supposed to do with this again? [ Drink it all? There's no way that's happening. ]

I could share it with whoever could do me a favor. I have a lot of things that need doing should you alcoholics need a fix while sober.

atoned

[ if you know zuko, his hair is always hanging in his eyes. pulling his bangs up, it's almost as if he's run a hair straightener through it to keep it raised above his head before it thinks to deflate and droop down over his scar. he's as exasperated as he feels, as defeated as he's always been; a little girl with short, dark hair and red feathers braided into it sits beside him in a red coat, threading together blades of grass. ]

[ with his knees pulled up to his chest, zuko holds his hands out, fingers curling into fists, as his voice is a little sharp and exasperated despite his attempts to calm down. his communicator happens to be leaning against a rock in the grass. he's thought this over pretty well. ]

Ugh! [ he almost smacks his forehead. almost. his knuckles turn white for a moment. ] How do you talk to animals? All they do is eat your food and grumble!

[ the little girl beside him laughs, a tinkling sort of sound, as she continues to thread her grass together. sokka leaving has left a rather big void in zuko's life. he's had to turn to his dragon to brainstorm things sokka would readily help him with — and druk sucks at brainstorming. (zuko thinks he's pretty selfish; he's run out of apples to feed him.) ]

unsolitary

( how does she even start with this? she's never actually broadcasted to the locket network before, nevermind during something as awful as a sickness spreading. but- it's her job, right? it's her job to look after the health of the Unseelie court.

the feed starts and it's clear that Clarke is in the Caer Scima library; the curse has already begun to sprawl up her neck in fine lines of silver, stopping short of her jaw. despite the fact that she's obviously been affected by the illness, those who are familiar with Clarke will be able to tell she's still in good spirits, despite the seriousness of the subject. )

Hi. My name is Clarke Griffin. As some of you have already noticed, a lot of people have started to turn silver, like this. ( she reaches up, pulling down the collar of her shirt to show the lines of silver that disappear beneath her clothes. ) From what I've gathered so far, it's affecting those who have influence in either court, or who hold a reputation in the courts or the lands surrounding them, and we can infect anyone by skin-to-skin touch or by the exchange of bodily fluids, in whatever manner that might be.

Here they call me a Midach, in some worlds I'd be lead healer, and in others the Minister of Health. ( normally she- wouldn't actually bother telling anyone about that, but it leads into why she has any sort of weight in this. ) The idea was put forward for me to issue a quarantine of the infected, but with it being spread out from Dorchadas, I hardly see that being an effective wait of containing it. Plus- The more people we have out looking for a cure, the better.

Right now, my suggestions are these: if you wish to touch your loved ones, wear gloves, clothing, do not allow the direct touch of skin if you are infected. If you're one of our vampire residents, please be cautious of who you're drinking from. And if you're already infected, you should refrain from sex until a cure is found, lest you infect the other person, or people. If you attended the festivities yesterday and weren't already infected, you may want to double check yourself for the illness.

I'm setting up research hubs in both the Caer Scima library and the Station so that we have centralized places to pour information into while still making it accessible via fairy ring. I have offices in both those locations as well, so if you're looking for me, I can be found there or over the lockets. If you have any information about cures, spread it as far as you can. Lockets, word of mouth, shout it from the top of the castle if you want to, just make sure the information is getting out there.

I'll be leaving a recurring message running on my locket of cure suggestions as they come in, so you can give it a listen if you haven't found anything yet.

And if I can help you in any way, you can find me in either of the places above, via the locket, or I'll be responding to this broadcast as I can.

Thanks for you time, and good luck out there.

( ooc. just a note that threads will be short since Clarke will be primarily focusing on researching. there's an open research log here for use as a "mingle" log, and the "voicemail" with cure listings can be found here. )

halfdressed

[ The room is pink. Pink, gold, and are those fluffy, clever bunnies-the-size-of-imps running around adjusting the statues? Might be. ]

Hey! Goddess of Love speaking! Pay attention. [ She's curvaceous, tall, and dressed in enough chiffon that you'd think physics would keep her covered up, and yet. ] Hi-iiii. My name is Aphrodite, you might know me by a bunch of other things.

Obviously this place is like Ares's wet dream with all the war biz going on, but that's not my jam. Love would be the name of my game. Problem is, I don't have anywhere for mortals to leave messages for me when I'm busy and I am so not answering calls for help on this locket indefinitely because, uh, I have a life, so here's the deal; build me a temple near the edge of Dorchadas and I'll give you a freebie. That babe you've had your eye on? I'll make them fall in love with you! Are you ugly as a toad? I'll give you a permanent make-over! This is a one-time thing because I'm feeling generous ... and clearly don't have any offerings coming in, ugh. Speaking of, if you want to leave cute shoes as a gift, I'm a size six.

So yeah! Get in touch.

needmetoo

[Xion's voice is very quiet and hesitant, often starting and stopping as if figuring out how to best choose her words. The voice of someone who's still trying to stay as small and unnoticeable as possible, but has something she needs to ask.]

Back home, I used to be able to make my weapon disappear, and call it back when I needed it. Here... I can't. I've tried. I've still got it, but... I can't keep carrying it around, can I?

I've seen... other people have things to carry their weapons. Is there any way to... to get or make one, for mine?

[She makes a small noise, almost like she wants to say something else, but then cuts herself - and the message - off.]

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