ǣfenglōm (main comm)

Name: Myr Shivana (un: mshivana)
Date: Mareuer 02, evening
Format: Video (!!)



[Somehow, this is a video post. Myr must've toggled it accidentally in trying to get to voice. The angle's awful, with the camera halfway covered by one of his hands, but what's visible of the Faun looks--

Well. He's seen better days. His face is hollow with sleeplessness and his hair's coming out of its usual braid. Even his blindfold seems mussed, pulled up a little on one side so there's a hint of scarring visible.]

We're accustomed to saying someone who's left us through the mirrors has "gone home". [Hello to you, too, Myr.] Like our time here in Aefenglom's the same as a trip to the Orlais countryside--a temporary jaunt and then home we go, with only the memories to keep.

Except we haven't got any evidence that's the case. Mirrorbound from the same world don't remember each other going missing or coming back with strange stories to tell. Those of us who've gotten new memories from home don't leave and live out their lives and return, they go to the Looking-glass House and see something in their mirrors.

I don't think we're who we think we are. [He shifts, tucking his chin toward his chest and covering the camera a little more. The charms on his antlers rattle against each other.] That is--I think the best explanation is we're not the people we remember being, taken physically from our homes in an eyeblink and returned the same way.

Back home, spirits in the Fade--our realm of dreams--will often imitate what they see in the waking world, or pick out of someone's memories. Some of them are very good at it. I wonder that we're not the same kind of thing--some product of Talam's dreams, created from magic and given memories of our homes, with the mirrors as our binding focus to keep us here.

And when they take us back--we die.

Name: Cú Chulainn (Caster)
Date: late-Ieneuer, when the kidnappings related to The Salvation of Geardagas start
Format: text

There's been a word on the streets, of people being assaulted, disappearing attempts of kidnappings— that's not a word anyone who was here a year ago wants to hear again, plenty of us might be already on edge. But whatever is going on this time? Whoever it is? They're not as good as the scum behind what happened a year ago. That means we have a bigger window to act and to protect each other.

My idea is: let's put together a list of Mirrorbounds willing to guard those returning home. Whether it's for those who work far away from the Haven or stay at Coven classes long after its dark or just anyone that would feel safer in the company.

I'll start

I work at Inkchanted, it's located in the docks, near the Slydog tavern. I tend to work afternoons and evenings, so if anyone also finishes their job at docks around that time, I can walk you back to Haven. I could also pick up someone working on the western edges of the shopping district.

｢ OOC: feel free to threadjack each other for bodyguard seeking/service offering ｣

Name: Klaus Hargreeves
Date: today-ish
Format: video
WARNING: Probable drug use discussion in the comments, will warn in headers. Pop a request in your subject line if you want to avoid discussion of drug use, and I will oblige.

[It is pretty obvious that whoever is using the watch is not used to cell-phone style devices. Used to being recorded, yes, of course, but not like...selfies or recording himself. So at first the video swings wildly and dizzily all over the place before settling on a very close up recording of a single green eye. Then the camera pans out, and Klaus lifts a hand with "Hello" clearly tattooed on the palm to wave with a little wiggle of his fingers.

He's grinning, but he looks exhausted. Are the smudges around his eyes from sleep deprivation or smudged eyeliner? The world will never know.]

Hello, citizens! Or whatever we're calling ourselves this fine day. Victorian-era folks? Old-timey wizards? Whatever, whatever, you know what I mean.

[A pause, and he rubs at one eye, still smiling.]

So. Important question. If a guy were in say...some serious physical and-or emotional pain, where would he go to get a little relief in this place?

[A pause, and he lifts his free hand to cover his face, shaking his head, murmuring under his breath.]

No no no...that's not right. Fuck, there's probably not even an NA chapter in this place.

[A few seconds, he gives his head another shake, and the smile comes back up as if it never left.]

Or, well, you know! Other distractions. Right. Non-medicinal distractions. What do you do for fun around here?