driftfleet | Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!

[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)

Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.

There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?

Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--

[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]

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[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?

[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]

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So it's different. That is... a relief, honestly. The Burning Legion has been known to cross dimensions.

[Fucking demons.]

Normally my people are nourished by a font of holy and arcane magic, but separated from my world as I am, it's... difficult. If mana is stored in a crystal or other conductive object, I can use that. Otherwise I run the risk of hurting others.

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[She blinks slowly. She has a whole bunch of woolen dolls soaked in her own glamour for just such emergencies.

...surface similarities, though. She wonders. And files away the fact of potentially hurting others. (She can do that, too.)] You must find it rather difficult to be trapped in a place like this, then. Can anyone help you?

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[He does his best to ration, but there's only so much he can do.]

I... ah, I have an arrangement of sorts, but if they leave... I will be back where I started.

I know that my friends would help if I asked, but the majority of them cannot imbue items with their magic.

Yes. I don't think that's a very common skill. I've certainly never seen it before.

[She's not minded to make that clear. He looks young and she would definitely consider helping him if need be, but it's not something she's going to offer at their very first meeting. Still. One of the tenets of her own society is glamour is free.

She wonders what it might do to him.]

...

This place is full of all sorts of people who like to offer help, regardless of whether it's of any use or not. If your arrangement should leave, I bet I could find someone to help. I'm lucky in that way.

It's more common where I am from. If someone has the capacity to conjure, I can generally teach them. [Generally. Some types of magic just don't allow for arcane simplicities.]

... Thank you. You are kind, [he murmurs, not looking directly at her. He's prone to blushing.] Most people would call me a monster for that sort of thing. [He has been.]

A little luck would be better than letting myself go for the sake of appearances. I'll-- consider it, if it comes to that.

Monstrosity tends to be in the eye of the beholder. I'm sure there are some that might call me the same. Though I've yet to meet one.

Either way, potential monsters should be kind to each other, don't you think?

I have met lovely people who are monsters-- a whole city full-- and you do not seem one of them.

[He clears his throat.]

You never told me your name.

And I'm exactly what I seem. [She grins a little.]

Didn't I? How rude of me. My name is Katie.

Are you? [He smiles a little, though he's still faintly pink.] I would have to see you in person to be sure.

Katie, [he repeats, and it has the accent of someone who is unfamiliar with traditional English names.] Well met, then.

Well met. And you're more than welcome to double-check.

[Though she does wonder if that means he can tell she's not human. People soaked in magic tend to spot that kind of thing.]

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