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CW: Some uncomfortable kissing.

( I'll build a castle that won't fall down )

[CW: Referenced character death, alcohol abuse, minor home invasion, possible dubious consent to make-outs, also a very long post.]

( Remember You and I And That Night )

gadaboutdetective

(ooc: Both Rhy and Llewellyn will probably respond, add a filter to the tag title if you want one of them specifically instead of both! :D)

[The thing about Llewellyn was the fact that he had a habit of fidgeting and fussing. Specifically with his face, rubbing his cheek or behind his ear. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be a problem, but having a device that controlled your connection to a communication network implanted behind your ear made it a problem.

The fact that this hadn’t happened before was honestly a rather large stroke of luck, but that luck had inevitably run out.

The feed opens and there’s the sound of clinking plates as Llewellyn was dishing up some dinner, food he’d picked up at the market to share with his fiancé. He looks entirely relaxed for once, no hunched shoulders or furrowed brow. Just a genuine smile as he chatted softly with the man sitting across the table from him. Pretzel could be heard wandering under the table of the dome the three of them had just moved into, little claws clicking as he hoped for some attention and table scraps.]

What are they like where you’re from? [A pause as he realized he might need to specify, his penchant for just saying things without prior reference.] Mm... Weddings, I mean. Are there any special traditions that you would like?

I’m rather fond of the tradition of cake from my world, the whole uh— reception with dinner and dancing is nice.

[Never mind the fact that Llewellyn didn’t know how to dance, and would address that anxiety at a later date.]

Oh my love.

[Rhy's voice has an amused edge to it, and he quite enjoys all of this planning they're starting with.]

Truth be told, I do not know the common traditions of Arnes. I'm a King, my beloved. My wedding at home would be a state affair. Balls leading up to it, parades, large meetings of the court. You'd be wrapped in your family colors until the day we were wedded, whereupon you'd be draped in the red and gold.

[He laughs, still pleased.]

Cake, absolutely. Dancing of course. But mostly, we should have food. Good food. And music.

[If there was one thing he appreciated about Rhy, it was the fact that the man understood the importance of good food as much as he did.]

Then cake and good food will be a must, I do wonder if they can make pretzels fancy...? [That’s said with a distracted tone. What? Pretzels are important!] I would say music certainly is a must too, if there’s going to be dancing...!

And I’m sure I can probably manage to find something nice to wear in the appropriate colours, dear.

[After all, he likes to dress up and Rhy had mentioned wanting to see him in red and gold before... Yes, he liked that idea. Absentmindedly he rubbed behind his ear again with a ridiculously pleased expression, and the feed abruptly cut off.]

athiefalways

[He's done enough looking around before actually making himself known on the network. It had occurred to him originally to hide his identity but given other people in residence, he's pretty sure it wouldn't last regardless.

When the video initializes, he's sitting at the dining table in the pod he's been given, or the one he woke up in anyway. All the prints matched, so it was his for now at least.]

Bonjour, neighbors. [And yes, he is eating a sandwich while he's talking.] The name's Remy, and I guess we'll be sharin' space for a while. Got some questions, though.

[His voice is deep, smooth, and heavily Acadian accented. He sets down his triangle-cut sandwich slice on the plate next to him.]

What sorta stuff can a homme expect 'round here, eh? I don't reckon our host took all the time out of its day just to give us luxury accommodations in this here premiere under-the-sea home away from home, non? Also, while we're talkin', my name ring any bells with anybody? Just curious. Bon chance, mes amies, hope to hear from y'all soon.

harrythelizard

[The video turns on to show Harry sitting behind a desk. The office, honestly, looks pretty standard, though Inesa may recognize the glass orb she got him for Christmas sitting on his desk.

There also seems to be a very large, brown, shaggy carpet just off to the side, breathing deeply.]

Hey, everybody. If you don't know me, I'm Harry Dresden, and I'm a wizard. If you need one, professionally, or something found, it's kind of a specialty of mine. Come on down. I also do consulting and advice for those interested in the craft.

[And that is the point the carpet off to the side stands and moves to his side. Harry is not a small man, not by many means, but the dog that moves to his side has a head that fully fills his lap when he begs for pets.]

And...this is Mouse. Who...just showed up. He likes coke almost as much as he likes ear scratches. Say hi, Mouse.

[The massive dog chuffs, but doesn't bark and Harry smiles, because damn if he didn't miss his walking carpet.]

Anyway, come down to see us at my office if you need us for anything.

[He includes the address before closing the feed.]

havethestrength

[There is barking, a lot of barking (alright, it's mostly tipping and it seemed kinda happy)]

I ... Does. Does anyone.

[His voice lowers, taking on a gentle tone.]

Get down, I'm trying to think.

[Then back to trying to address everyone again.]

Does anyone know how to, how to deal with a ...

[A picture of a rather adorable puppy is shown.]

A Pretzel? Puppy.

blindpuppet

[Enis appears through the hologram with a bit of a huff. The celebrations had been interesting but she doesn't particularly like large parties. They were exhausting and this particular party reminded her that there had been a brief moment in her life when she'd been happy.

It's much easier to continue onward when there is nothing to compare your pain too.]

I renamed the mechanic shop. [She might not have the power to do so but she changed the sign and as far as she's concerned that's enough.] It's now called Rhys's Vault.

I am also looking for help in the shop. I need someone at the front and another person to assist with small projects and stock. Contact me if you're interested.

No resume needed but there will be a test.

toivory

[The video that plays is not your usual one. Instead, it features a small white cloud with dark eyes and a very pink tongue. The cloud sniffs the camera, then paws at it, before attempting a not-very-threatening bark. Honestly, it sounds like a squeak. From off-camera, Sansa laughs, and moves to pick up the cloud.

The cloud has feet! And a tail!

WELL wouldn't you know it, the cloud is not actually a cloud at all, but a tiny puppy. She holds her face near her pup, who promptly licks her. All smiles, Sansa and the dog both turn to the camera.]

Everyone, meet Duchess!

[She'd had Lady before, it was only fair to name the next dog after another noble title. This time, she chose one from worlds that were not her own.]

She's the best girl, and quite friendly. She accepts swearing of fealty through petting her and giving her treats.

[Don't kill this one, father.]

nobasisinfact

[This phrase scrolls through everyone's mind.]

Beverly is no longer here.

sphererpmod

[The sound of the Sphere's voice is your character's most trusted one, even if it's themselves, and it booms through the network in your heads at nine am on the dot.]

You have questions. Ask them.

flammablepitch

How much would it cost me to get a rush order on like, five pairs of pants. No questions asked.

doubled_speed

Anyoneknowhowtoknit?

[Wait, no, he's talking too fast, isn't he? Dammit. Tommy curses under his breath in several languages and then breathes deeply.]

Does. Anyone know. Howto. Knit?

[Ugh, he hates it when he gets hit by these moods.]

Got insomnia and allthatshit. Need my handsandmind busy. Back home I'd go running. Or work waslike building stuff. Hands and brain busy.

[And if he doesn't have something to distract him, he was going to vibrate so much something might explode.]

havethestrength

[There's a quietness at first, filled with the emotion of overwhelming sadness and confusion. Ben doesn't mean to push his current emotions on others, they're just incredibly strong right now.

Those who are currently in dorm 2 will know at least the item that is bothering him. In his hand, a pair of golden dice with a chain long enough to be worn as a necklace. He's looking at them as if they're the most painful thing he's ever seen.]

Are we meant to have gotten things from home?

gadaboutdetective

[Llewellyn is annoyed, his brows furrowed severely (more so than usual) as he regarded the network with a deep frown. There’s something rather off about him, frown aside, but it might not be obvious at first...

It’s been a couple days since the 25th, and it seems that he’s been driven to distraction by something. He’s been looking everywhere, with no success.]

I’m not particularly optimistic in asking this, but have any of you seen my hat? Grey felted homburg. Mm... for anyone who doesn’t know hats, it’s a little like a bowler but with a dent in the top. A little worn, but in good condition?

[Ah, that’s it. That’s what’s different! His nicely kept, curly hair isn’t obscured by his usual old-fashioned hat.]

And before any of you bring it up? Yes! I do understand that the idea of a detective not being able to find something is amusing.

[He still expects someone is going to tease him about this, but the attempt to avoid that had to be made. He’s grumpy, he’s used to having his hat. His head feels weird when he goes out without it, it’s distracting!

Shrugging lightly, he continued.]

I do have a habit of leaving it in rather random places, so if I’ve been to your dome or establishment and taken it off, I thought I might have done so.

unbreakable_king

[No video this time. Perhaps that is a message in and of itself from the charismatic member of the council. But his voice carries enough weight as it is. Melancholy and... pensive. Like something is missing.]

This time of the year isn't what it should be. I do not know how to put it, not truly.

In London, my London, we'd be preparing the most fabulous balls. A series of them, using all the ballrooms. One for the nobility and wealthy. One open for the people to see the palace and meet their King and Queen. Another for the sheer joy and celebration for the palace staff. They would be under the stars, and wine would flow and there would be ice sculptures such as only the greatest water mages could make.

[Wistful. Yes, that's what he is. He misses those better days. Misses when his days were simpler, and his responsibilities were light, or non-existent.]

But that is not to be I suppose.

So perhaps I need to think less upon those festivities I shall miss and learn more of what others would have. Tell me, how did your people bring in a new year?

nobasisinfact

[The broadcaster is clearly Richard as the pages that Inesa gave him are spread over the desk with several other books on the occult. There's also a glass of scotch sitting to the side and just in view.

The feed is pretty boring, honestly, until there's a noise that catches the broadcaster's attention. and causes him to look toward the door. When his attention returns to the papers there's a very familiar face to all looking up from its position on the papers. The broadcaster's eyes narrow as he pushes it off the table and onto the ground.

The boring feed continues as he keeps looking over the notes before he reaches for the scotch only to wrap his hands around the elf. His head turns to glare at the elf before he tosses it to the ground and takes a looong drink of the scotch. When he turns back, it's on his papers again. This time he picks the thing up and glares at it. His eyes glaring into the beady little painted on and lifeless eyes. He knows you're watching this, Sphere.]

Do you think you're getting interesting data by annoying and terrifying the people you've brought here? As I said before, you're going to get skewed data if you don't spend time actually interacting with your subjects.

[After that, the elf gets tossed into a corner and ignored, no matter how many times it comes back. Eventually, Richard gives in and turns it to stare at the wall with a paperweight on it's lap.]

of_bokthersa

[The feed starts with a very judgmental looking elf with a bunch of indecent polaroid pictures of Alec laid out in front of it. The feeling from the one accidentally showing the feed is annoyed, but also rather amused by the whole thing.]

I don’t see what reason you have to be cross about it. Firstly, Alec posed for those. Second, I don’t need to justify myself to a prudish magical doll. I’m not even sure who’s doll you are right now.

Now put them back before he comes in here and sees you’ve pulled them out.

[The speaker waves his gloved hand and turns around, making his way into the kitchen.]

doubled_speed

[The video comes live to Tommy, hair recently retrimmed because fuck that shit, sitting on a kitchen table in his dome.]

So, these dolls are fucking creepier than people here get. Not kidding. Sure, elf on a shelfs are some serious corporate America bullshit back home, all about indoctrinating kids to the police state and Big Christmas and all that shit, and my little Roma-Jew-ass self couldn't give a shit about them normally. But we all know these fuckers are being weird, right? Not just creepy smile weird either, right Bozo?

[The view of the video swivels to a rocking chair, where the elf-doll is tied to the back. And, for those who are keen of eye, there's also Speedy, Tommy's pet sloth, climbing around without a care in the world.]

Bozo agrees. And any time Speedy makes a noise, that's my good son agreeing too. Anyway, as some of you may know, I'm fast.

Really fast. Like, literally outruns the speed of sound fast. Most of which I don't do here because no one needs a fucking sonic-boom in underwater domes, right? Gotta be safe. But I don't just run fast. I think fast. I see fast. And shit is like this: these things might be faster than me. So we're going to see.

Be scared folks.

[Tommy sure as fuck is.]

Because when a guy that experiences more than a week of perceived time for every minute you experience... it's terrifying that I can't track this shit. Be careful.

Anyway, anyone wanna swap data on the shit these bitches are getting up to? Because I'm half worried they're going to murder me in my sleep.

gristle

Richie and Eddie are gone. And all of their stuff is too. Just thought you should know.

[Yeah, she sounds about as flat in tone as one would have expected. She's sad and she's tired.

The sad and tired bits cross over into the next part of the message that she locks from Richard and Alex.]

On the 21st, Richard turns sixty. We should throw him a party. It would be fun or something maybe. Don't tell him or Alex. It's a surprise and Alex would tell him.

fuckingtragedy

Right! So! That's three parts done!

[We open to the dorm's kitchen. A pan of beef ground is browned and cooling on the stove, and Simon is making finger-guns as he turns around to the sink. The elf is there, with Simon's phone in its lap, staring listlessly at the recipe on the screen.]

The pasta: boiled. The oven: pre-heated. And the meat: browned, without any fire or smoke this time, thank you very much. What's next, Lad?

Lad?

Merlin and Morgana, Lad. Give me that. Fat lot of help you are.

[Simon snatches his phone up from the elf and scrolls through the recipe.]

'Combine marinara with ricotta and egg.' Egg. Why are we putting egg in pasta? I didn't know there was egg in pasta! I thought it was just... pasta. And sauce, of course. Does that seem weird to you, Lad?

...'course it doesn't. Nothing's weird to you, is it? You're weird, so everything else is just--

[Simon makes some vague gesture with his hand. Who the hell knows?]

What do we do with the egg though? Do we just... break it in? Beat it first? Does it matter?

[There's silence for a long while, and then Simon sighs and turns back to the stove.]

Honestly, Lad. If you're just going to sit there, at least offer some bloody input.

[Simon's carrying the pan to the sink now, but when he looks up, the elf that had -- mere moments ago -- been perched upon the counter, is gone.]

...Lad, I hate it when you do that.

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