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[Baz is in his dorm, sitting on the edge of the magicked oversized bed he shares with Simon and sitting across from a rather hostile elf. The emotion that is exuding from the recording is annoyance.]

Look you little fucker. You're forcing me into a very dry December right now, so if one of us should have the hatchet, it's me. Crowley, you didn't even burn when I set you on fire, so you've no right to be cross about shit. Seriously, what the fuck in wrong with this place. Fucking voyeuristic Sphere. Not enough that you get to watch us all the time, now you have to go and make tangible evidence that you're doing it?

[Baz's hand can be seen holding his wand as he points it at the elf.]

You know what, 'Come on baby, light my fire'.

[Fire shoots from the wand and engulfs the elf, hatchet and all. Nothing is actually happening, but there's a sense a small, frustrated satisfaction.]

unpawnish

[Rey is out in Persephone’s over growing garden. Her double bladed light saber staff is turned on with both ends glowing yellow. There’s a scowl on her face and without saying anything she strikes out at the elf on the shelf that is currently the elf on a stump. With narrowed eyes and a brow that’s glistening with sweat it’s clear she’s been at this a long time. Even holding the blade on the elf doesn't seem to be working. When she draws her saber away the thing is fine with that creepy smile.

In a sharp voice adds: ]

This is impossible! There is literally no way that a thing made of cloth and plastic could survive that!

[Giving it a force push with a wave of her hand, the elf just bounces so hard into a tree that the tree cracks and falls on top of it. As the leaves settle, and Rey stalks over to it, the elf is there and it’s fine sitting on top of the carnage that Rey caused as if it hadn’t just happened. ]

harrythelizard

[The feed opens to a mischievously innocent elf in the center of a dome's kitchen floor, surrounded by a circle poured in salt that is humming slightly and glowing with a faint iridescence more akin to the heat rising from asphalt than actual light.

And then Harry pulls up a chair to stare down the encircled little imp. His jaw and chin are obscured with a few days worth of beard growth and his hair is disheveled. Add in the heavy circles under the wizard's eyes and the stewing anger and you get a story of a man who hasn't slept well recently.]

It moves. On its own. Well. Not anymore. At least it better not if it knows what's good for it.

[He takes a steadying breath before turning his attention to the network.]

Anybody else having a grand ol' time with Santa's Little Helpers?

beboth

( this Video starting at about 1:25-5:12 is the memory that plays)

[ This is by far not the worst memory that the sphere has revealed of Theon’s but it’s still one he would have rather not been out there. The memory is shaded with guilt and regret and an overwhelming sadness.

He won’t respond to people right away but he won’t completely withdraw either if people try to talk to him about it. ]

whiteroadrunning

( cw for hunting )

fuckingtragedy

( cw for attempted self-immolation, forest fire, pushy kisses )

blindpuppet

( CW:Implied attempted suicide as a child, blood, captivity )

unknownmoirai

[The wind is warm and sweet, dancing like music over the vast fields that stretch out for miles before her. The figure in the memory is the young woman known throughout the sphere as a seamstress and captivating storyteller. Her hair is down, waves of pale wheat falling between slender shoulders as the wind tugs and plays with the silky strands.

She smiles.

There is a small farmhouse behind her and a little girl watching the inexperienced angel with eager rapture. The child's hair is in short black braids while bright hazel eyes watch the event that is to unfold before her. Her clothes are constructed of rags, matching that of Inesa's dress. Inesa's state of dress doesn't hinder her beauty but somehow accent the sweet curve of her cheeks and the alluring curves that outline her frame.

Inesa's eyes open as her arms reach towards the sky. She continues to smile as a soft song leaves her lips, it starts as a whisper at first but soon it's twisting over the wind before settling onto the tilled dirt. From there, small green sprouts began to unfold themselves and reach towards the heavens.

Her hands fall as her excitement bubbles up in a giggle of warmth.]

It worked! [The little girl runs forward and jumps, wrapping her arms around Inesa's tiny waist.] Gwen you did it!

The fields are healed! I can't wait to tell mama and papa!

[Inesa smiles down at the young girl and returns the eager hug. She's pale but she does her best to hide her exhaustion from the young eager child.]

wutaiwarhero

[The voice, while calm and quiet, is sharp and hardened, laced faintly with an emotion quite similar to anger.]

If I may have your attention. My name is Sephiroth.

Kidnapping resulting in the interruption of my mission I can accept, work around perhaps, as well as the implantation of devices without my knowledge. I have noticed, however, that I am missing several personal items and I cannot abide thieves. An explanation is in order and I expect it to be more than the coddling provided by what I assume was a hologram upon my waking.

That is all.

flammablepitch

( First meetings in an alternate world )

nobasisinfact

( Call me Al )

bowvahkiin

[She's annoyed and exasperated, having tried several times with this technology, but it seems that she's completely botched things. There's an alarm blaring in her dome, the bedside clock having gone off hours ago, but refusing to comply with her button smashing. Water is spurting in the sink, one of the faucets having broken off. Despite being a skilled hunter, she's pretty shit and learning how to manage the basic functions of her dome.]

As much as I hate to ask, someone is going to have to show me how to work half of what they've given us. That box with the time is constantly screeching and my indoors water supply is starting to pool on the floor. I've tried hitting it, twisting it, but that flimsy metal just broke off in my hand.

How in the name of the Eight did anyone manage this? It's like it's a trap set up to drive me mad.

My apologies to the neighbors who have to listen to this. I am sure it is driving you to drink the way it is driving me.

badimpression

( those magic changes )

havethestrength

( Harder than it seemed )

spherenpc

[This is clearly someone's unintended video post. There's a grimy hand picking up a bottle of nearly finished scotch, and pouring it into a dirty glass. The glass rises, and is damned nearly drained before it's set back on the desk. Around the man, there are several empty bottles as well. Looking around, there's also food waste and it's fresh. Whatever it is, these have definitely been here for a few days. Maybe even a week really even if the amount of the plates don't give that away. It's not as if Max really has any reason to like actually fucking eat.

When he becomes away of the fact that he's broadcasting the perspective shifts, and Max looks like he's not slept or showered in weeks. His eyes are overly intense, bordering on being even worse than they were when he told people not to listen to Annie. As his words slur, it's a combination of both the alcohol and his anger.]

Fuck this fucking piece of shit place.

[Ladies and gentlemen, this is your head of the council, back for a week without posting about it or being seen.]

notmybattle

[Michael's words hit a bit too close to home. It wasn't that you didn't like him, you did. In fact, you loved him. However, the situation was more of a military matter than a personal one. It was hard to tell him that the land was now part of the US government and he had 24 hours to move, but you do. You tell him.

It's his hands on the shirt that have you reaching up, though. Moving those hands away from touching you. You tell him that what happened at the reunion can't happen again. No matter how much it's killing you to say so. Things are hard, Michael's defensive and you don't blame him. If the positions were reversed, it would probably be the same way.

There's heartache and pain, from both of you. You walk away even as he mentions something about building on a historical site. In which you scoff at the notion and mention that you're not meant to build on top of Santa's workshop either. In the end, you walk away. There's no telling what would've happened had you stayed.]

gadaboutdetective

( Llewellyn was bored )

gristle

CW: Abandonment issues, not being recognized by the people you love.

( Facing your fears is always bound to hurt. )

havethestrength

I, think I need some advice.

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