audio - un: snow

[fuckingtragedy]

[Simon's about to go apoplectic when the feed switches on. There's a slight edge to his voice when he speaks, and that's a bit unusual to hear in his tone. Though the longer he talks, the lighter it gets.]

Right, listen. I like this place. I realize we're being held here basically against our will, and it's randomly chaotic for no reason at all, and we're going to be sent back eventually. And I miss Penny so much...

[A breath.]

But I can be myself here. I don't have to hide things. I don't have to stay cooped up in the flat waiting for Baz or Penny to come round and magick my wings away. I don't have to look over my shoulder when I'm holding Baz's hand in public. I don't have to constantly dwell on the fact that I utterly fucked the entire magickal atmosphere; that I'll never have my magic again, and maybe it was never mine to begin with; that I'm a shitty friend and a shittier boyfriend. I don't--

I don't feel like I have to fight everything, all the time. And that's how it felt for so long back home. So this is just... Nice. Maybe not ideal circumstances, but I feel like I'm a whole person here. That should count for something.

[There's another long pause as the relief washes over him.]

And that's all, I guess.

Video - un: detwatts

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn was just trying to enjoy his lunch. Sitting in the recreational dome and pulling apart a pretzel (classic style today, he was feeling homesick) to snack on while scribbling some notes concerning his plans to open a P.I. office down on the paper bag it had been wrapped in.

Unfortunately for him, it was nice where he was. The lighting was pleasant, he was enjoying his lunch, and his notes were slowly eating away at his focus. This was unfortunate because of the incoming interruption to his working lunch-break. The compulsion came on fast this time. He’s starting the video feed function without even thinking about it, almost unconsciously while he ate.]

Mm... Just before I arrived here, the immediate day in fact, I sort of let a suspected murderer out of jail unaccompanied for an hour in exchange for his help to find vital pieces of evidence for the case. It was definitely against protocol, I shouldn’t have done it. My Inspector would have fired me on the spot if it hadn’t worked out. Er... I think he considered it regardless. But! I didn’t believe that the suspect was guilty of the aforementioned murder. Jack— I mean Mr. Walker seemed like a good and trustworthy man.

[Pursing his lips, an awkward expression crossed his face as he felt an embarrassed heat crawling up his neck. He wanted to stop talking now, but apparently he wasn’t finished. Uncomfortable, with a decidedly fearful look in his eye, he continued.]

And er... Well... I suppose that my judgment might have been a bit clouded. I might not have been as objective as I should have been... I found something about him to be quite intriguing... Or uh— maybe the term attractive is more fitting?

... [Then it was over again, and Llewellyn was left feeling incredibly exposed once more.]

Criminy... Can’t a man even eat his lunch without interference in this place...?

[This awkward topic was at the top of the list of awkward topics he did not want to talk about with strangers. He hastily tapped the button, and ended the feed in hopes that he’ll be forgotten or ignored.]