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Right, sorry to interrupt the new introductions for a re-intro and information. If you know me, hello, if you don't, I'm Clara. If you've been here longer than I have, you know who the Child is already but for a little context, he's a kid who got a shit hand the day he was born, was thrown into a volcano by his mum, and now he has severe trust issues and can make people ill or better, depending, because the mountain gave him abilities. To catch up the people who weren't in Serthica: there was an illness and it was bad, but the Child gave me an umbrella, and because he covered me with it and I immediately felt better, I thought the umbrella did the trick. Especially because he left it with me. He seemed to randomly and desperately want it back, which reinforced what I thought so, I went to see him.

[ Pausing to push a hand through her hair, she focuses on memories that are coming back into focus after what feels like years away. ]

I'm ninety-nine percent sure the umbrella was and is just that. The Man in White was his best friend and gave it to him. They've had an intense falling out, and because it was a gift, the little boy wanted it back. We did talk, and look, he's very much just a kid. One who has no idea exactly what he was turned into and isn't sure about the people around him. What if someone tries to toss him in another volcano? I wouldn't trust anyone either.

[ Clara doesn't know what to make of the Child other than he's out there in a hostile world that he possibly has some (or more than they all know) control over. ]

Did any of us know there used to be a little girl the same age? The Child said the Man in White told him she existed, past tense. A daughter who died. She's never been seen, not a single time; all he's seen is the Man brushing a doll's hair, which isn't creepy at all. The doll was hers I think, and this is a quote: 'everything the water wakes up is wrong.' Trying to figure out a way to bring back a girl who unfortunately died? From there the conversation got a little, uh...ominous? The Child knows his father's dead. He also made it seem like his dad's gonna come back and try to wipe out the world evil villain style, so there's that. He's 'Worse than my friend' were the words the kid said. 'Eyes as dark as his heart.'

[ She remembers that part specifically because it felt like a timely omen. ]

Very much warned us to stay away from him at all costs; the suggestion was for us to leave, which I laughed at. In my head, not to his face. I don't think he knows exactly how bad it can be for us. Or maybe he does, but what can he do about it?

[ There's a quiet sigh from her side before wrapping up. ]

That's all I've got, I think. If I remember more later, I'll reach out again. Oswald, out.

starlingroad

[ America stares at the device for a split second after it comes on, like she's still trying to think of how to word herself. Once she starts, though, she just keeps going. ]

Anyone know a Clara? She's got some umbrella this brat wants back.

That's just a start, though. This kid, with a fox mask, told me some pretty weird things I'm still trying to put together. I feel like Five probably knows more about this than I do.

He said he's got a friend he's mad at. Someone who said there won't be people from here-here much longer. He told me some stuff to get back at him, I guess? But it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

The part that did make sense was him saying he, his friend who he didn't name, kind of leaves cast-offs of himself in places to prevent the water from getting him. Anyone know about that, the water chasing someone? Looking for them. The castoffs seem to be allowing him to get away from the water because it goes after them.

[ Look, she's still trying to make sense of a lot of the conversation. Maybe everyone else out there can help her. She's not even bothering to hide this, in her confused tone, and frustration. She also isn't entirely sure how to filter. One-on-one conversations, sure, but not filter. She's bad at filtering her mouth, too. ]

I'm guessing this means we can force his hand to make more cast-offs? I asked if we could stop him, but the kid said we can't. So he wasn't much help with that.

[OOC: PLEASE threadjack, threadjack away as far as I'm concerned, because America has very little insight to what she's been told and needs all the help. The original thread, for ooc purposes, is here since what she interprets might not be the whole of it.]

makemeasong

I fouuuuund something.

[ Clara still hasn't cleaned herself up, but she found a thing! And she's so excited she decides to get it all out before she does anything else. ]

First, can we just have a hand for all the people who were cheated out of a growth spurt? Because being the size of a fifth grader is what helped me find this stuff. The 'stuff' being what I think are invoices. I'm no business major, but that's what I think I'm looking at: copies of business transactions. They're old, too. The letterhead says 'Dawn's Reach Trade Company,' and it goes from normal things like food, to trading for old artifacts. Since it's basically a receipt, it doesn't list out anything specific, which is too bad. Just 'item one equals X amount.'

[ There's the sound of rustling papers and a pause. ]

Sorry, I wanted to make sure I was still reading this right. The payments are from Lisanther and he was paying in dead people. Didn't really know how to say that so I figured I'd make it quick.

Who wants to speculate exactly what 'spiritual remains' are? Like...souls? Bones? Anyway, this was in a bedroom, hidden away. Like really hidden. It was a secret compartment situation so obviously, it wasn't meant to be seen by anyone else. Too bad, I guess?

lanclan

[ When you turn on your comm today there is a recorded video waiting, a kind of asmr amid the fervid chatter on other channels. Have you been stressed recently? Mentally drained by timeskips and inconstancies? Do you miss home or someone special? Your family? You might want to spare a few minutes to settle your mind and let it drift to the sound of the xiao Xichen conducts. Sat alone on the end of a pier, dressed in a mishmash of his own blue robes and the plain cotton ones gifted by Wei Wuxian, he kneels with his back to the camera and the majority of the view taken up by the lotus-blooming lake ahead that glimmers in the sunshine, twinkles of ice-blue qi wreathing the instrument like living fog.

And he plays for a while.

It has an odd effect on you. Were you listening in person it might actively cause you to calm down, but the sensations the song evokes are much the same even from a distance: perhaps you relax or slow down a little, if you were anxious or in a rush. Odd, that. You can always replay it if you need it to soothe your nerves again. ]

downswing

( Two men and a xenomorph walk into a tavern —

...alternatively, stumble down a woodland road, breath staggered, seemingly drained — if not by the weight of the enormous forest creature they carry, bled and bound to a makeshift pallet of decayed logs, then by the constant, jittery effort to evade the strikes of its tail.

The Doctor drags the animal’s wooden bed by long, loosely woven strips of ripped cloth. Lan Wangji holds the pendant with one hand and his own cutting strings that fetter the beast with the other.

For their trouble, the creature’s tail lovingly smacks the Doctor on his flank, then thwaps Lan Wangji’s temple, on the swing back. It growls its thanks after, before settling into a... disturbing... purr... that seems to indicate the time to nap is nigh.

The Doctor, then: ) It's settling down a bit already! Just needed a proper looking after, really, like anything.

( Well said, Doctor. For your effort, have a nice, friendly, sleepy tail smack on the back. So Wangji doesn’t feel jealous, the snoring beast peers over his shoulder, drenching it in a sea of... drool. He sighs. )

We bear one of the Beastmaster’s creatures. Feral, wounded. Enemy of the Huntress in the woods.

( Who should have been long culled, but don’t let Lan Wangji’s long-suffering expression convince you of that. The enemy or their enemy, so on. )

It requires... healing to resume duties. We number those who know the care of animals?

( ooc: ...sorry, cave buddies, just going to park Fido in the back real quick! Any veterinarians in the house? )

traaaaaash

[ Eda is smiling at the camera, projecting her usual peppy attitude. She steeples her hands into each other, flexes and cracks them a little. ]

So. Who else out there is trying to find out what's up with this wedding time loop situation?

[ She spreads her hands out and does a little waving motion. ]

Our very own Wei Wuxian and I have done a bit of spying on Firo's sister, thinking she might know more. She's been clutching letters and acting very distraught and all that.

[ Abruptly, she flattens. ]

Unfortunately, it was pretty much a bust. Just regular old bored rich housewife letters: her husband is asking how she is and when she's coming back and discussing something about their estate and sheep season, her doctor wrote her a prescription and her maid quit on her because of "irreconcilable differences". Apparently she's a fan of expensive hats, cause she bought a boatload of 'em for her seasonal wardrobe. [ Eda snorts at that. ] Rich people, am I right?

What else... the doctor's switching her to a lighter sedative and increased her iron. Guess she's tired from the all the hat shopping, hah!

Anyway, not sure any of this is useful, but, y'know... just throwing it out there.

[ OOC note: Dated to the second wedding day. ]

thedreamer

Hello, friends, colleagues, partners, traveling companions, ghostbusters, and all other applicable terms suitable for the genuine fondness felt when carrying on through another day together! I'm the Doctor. Not a doctor, the Doctor. Though, I am a doctor of practically everything, in fact. [ As if that's less confusing. And he doesn't elaborate further. ] I've been through this with most of you already so let's skip the finer details, eh? Time Lord with two hearts traveling about time and space in my box, all brand new and ancient, the bluest blue. But here we all are together now, specifically on this train at the moment.

So! Onto the important things! First: everyone okay? [ Narrator: No. No one is okay, Doctor. ] Settling in? Call on me if you need company. You'll find I'm well suited for it, if we haven't had the pleasure of our paths crossing yet. Pity, that!

Second: I had a chat with our dear Contessa Lita recently. Wonderful company, easy to pass the time with, brilliant conversationalist, absolutely forthcoming and nothing at all unusual about her demeanor, just like everything and everyone else is perfectly normal here.

[ An actual pause, an intake of breath. Imagine that! His tone, of course, is overly exaggerated, heavy with sarcasm when he speaks about everything being perfectly normal. ]

A few important and relevant details to share regarding the bridal party we're traveling with. She's—I do wonder if this would be better—hang on.

There. Okay. Good. Write it out. Remember this. Take notes. Brew a pot of tea. Sit and stay a while.

Contessa Lita - happily married? Or is she? Her count, by her own admission, will be around 'some time, at some point, somewhere.' Vague details and seemingly weary of discussing her marriage.

Firo the hero with endless stories and we're all just footnotes in her tale, so says the Contessa.

Prassenze and Firo had never met until now. No doubt you've heard the gossip already.

Prassenze wrote a nearly obsessive amount of letters of admiration to Firo. Said all the right things. An enamored admirer.

No, this text business is a bit more limiting...

There we are, much better. I like hearing your voices anyway!

[ Or...the sound of his own voice...? ]

The Contessa, despite my numerous assurances to the contrary, insists she's the plainer sister. Nowhere near as important as Firo.

[ He did ardently try numerous times to boost up her morale and confidence, but, well, by her own repeated admission, she's but a bystander in Firo's grand story. ]

If you're at all curious about the Cradle itself, as I was, the Contessa shared that the storms used to be far worse before the rules were put in place to prevent dream thieving and the dream thieves were hunted down, but the danger of the Cradle still exists. Now what about the dream thieves, you ask, and naturally you would ask—they were supposedly using the storms to cook things and bring them into the waking world and it made all the nightmares worse.

[ Certainly, not entirely unlike a few things he's encountered before in his own travels. ]

They would...take what existed in someone's dreams and put it back here with the other wakers and no one could tell the difference between what was real and what isn't. Dream thieves look like anyone else, and when they would go messing about, they'd bring things to life in the Cradle, which made the Cradle angry, like a child or a baby throwing a tantrum, she was quick to emphasize. Yes, that isn't lost on me either—a child throwing a tantrum in the Cradle.

Ah, what else—told you, we had a good long chat—oh, right, she also didn't answer when I asked how long she's been on this train. Avoiding the answer, didn't know the answer, didn't want to know, didn't care to know, insert other ideas here.

There we are, then, let's talk amongst ourselves!

damnable

So turns out the beacon can swallow you up and spit you right back out after several decades in your own world - in case everyone else is as unaware of that being a possibility as I was.

Name's Red for those of you who didn't know me before when I was teenage-shaped and brand spankin' new to life. For those who did, sorry for the awkward, weird social situation the beacon's just created for us. Now that I'm wiser-to-life, I feel it's better to be up front about some things. I can see people's souls, auras, whatever you wanna call 'em. So I know a lot about someone from the get-go, and I can't turn it on and off.

So there's some options:

A) I can tell you what I see when I meet you in full detail so you know what I know.

B) We both pretend like I don't see shit. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, it's a fun little coping mechanism.

C) My ability malfunctions - can't control this but it happens here.

D) I can make some colorful description up, and we roll with it, cause why not? Live your dreams.

If you got a preference, let me know or I'll assume B is it. I'll be at the bar, drinking about a thousand drinks, and grappling with sudden onslaught of memories and emotions and all that messy fun shit. Cheers, and Happy Train day.

( OOC: Open to network responses and/or action spam. If you want Red to see your chars' aura at some point, feel free to fill it permissions here - I assume her ability just doesn't work if there's nothing filled out so no worries regardless. :) If you already filled it out on her old journal, no need to fill it out again! )

allforthecause

[ Cassian is perched just outside one of the furthest tents of the caravan, out of the blazing sun as he reads over the vellum scroll in his hands several times, trying to memorize it. Only once he is done so does he put it away and pull the silver pendant out of his clothes to send a message to the rest. ]

So, I am still fairly new here. Finding my feet.

Surely there is a way to be useful? A way to earn a credit or two?

I’ve heard that there are things in the desert, that can be found by those with sharp eyes. But are they even worth the retrieval, I wonder? Who would even want them?

makemeasong

[ Clara isn't sure how long it is before she feels capable of having a conversation, one where she's able to coherently explain her interaction with the Child. She's been sitting with her thoughts, turning over every level in her mind, all the things she saw and felt. By the time the Doctor had found her on Level Three, she'd already been through enough to hide in a dark room, uncharacteristically unsure of what to do. They'd wound up getting to the top of the tower together, he'd seen her through the sickness, but he'd gone back for others. That had left her alone to talk with the Child when he appeared without a sound by her side. Now, it's time to share what she's learned.

She may be feeling up to conversation, but not enough for video, and after this, only enough to text. When she begins, her voice is already hoarse, rough around the edges. ]

Right, jumping straight to it this time 'round. I had an interesting conversation with the Child. The kid in the fox mask. He said some things I'm sharing so we can talk them out or whatever we need to do. This may be a coincidence since I dunno know what the tower was or wasn't manipulating at that point, but anytime he stood with his umbrella over me, I felt better, less like I was sick. I also still have it, the umbrella. He left it.

[ She'd tried to give it back to him, and he'd let her have it without saying anything about it. ]

Alright, I'll get to it because we're all exhausted. The conversation started when he told me I 'wouldn't like what I see' and followed that hit up with 'seeing the undead isn't the same as knowing what's happening.' I guess he knows about the dragon eyes and what they do. I asked him who could help us know what we need to understand the rest, but his only suggestion was to ask his parents. He mentioned his father knows everything. Lots of kids think that, though.

Third fact of fun: fox-face told me his father could help anyone except me. And I dunno if he meant me specifically or all of us? Because he finished that bit up by saying he—as in himself—'made things sick' but didn't mean to and he's sorry. The kid also referred to a 'him' and 'he' a lot. Mentioned if 'he' were here, 'he' would know why we were sick. I'm assuming the father is the same 'him,' but it was never clear. Could be two totally separate beings.

[ But here's where things get even more interesting. ]

Next, kid says he was in Serthica after a ship dropped him off to play with the dragons. He seemed pretty excited about the idea that said dragons were big enough to eat 'him.' Still dunno if that's different from dad.

[ Now for the real dick move: ]

The Child said he was playing with me, with us. I think I guilted him into admitting we're his toys, just playthings. The dollhouse built just for him with us as the living dolls. Then he was gone. Not before saying he was glad to have us as toys.

[ Clara rubs a hand over her face, sighing audibly. ]

Other fine details include: he doesn't know how to keep us from getting sick, he doesn't understand why we get sick or how to stop us from dying (so he claims), and he blamed me or...us, I guess, for coming to a place where the sickness is. He insisted he was a good kid who only came to play with dragons.

[ By the time she's done, she's satisfied she hasn't missed anything — hopes so at least. ]

That's all I know. Or at least it's all I can remember. Was a long day, but I don't have to tell you lot that. Hopefully, this helps with something.

incantates

[ Please enjoy the communication-enabling device magically hovering in the air and capturing Magnus as he wriggles something that looks awfully dragon-eye shaped at the screen. It's 30cm of pure what the fuck. ]

Oh, don't mind me showing up uninvited in the middle of dinner. I just felt I should make a follow-up report to all interested parties on our recent expedition to the Sibilant Sands –courtesy of one depressed dragon lord named Cain, a plucky group of fellow curious minds, and a beautiful Shadowhunter who had to pick through bones with me for hours. I had my skepticism about dropping in on a pair of advertised coordinates with little planning, but, you know, I'm an adventurer at heart.

[ Lucky for him and everyone else who joined, it worked out about as well as mysterious expeditions into creepy wastelands could work out. ]

So... curious thing about this eye! Apparently, the magic imbued within makes it easier for the owner to parse through whatever illusory enchantments have been running amuck in Serthica. How did I learn this? Well, I advise you look away now if you're faint of stomach.

[ Magnus keeps his grip on the eye with one hand and uses the other to magically produce a small visual replica of what he'd witnessed in the form of a floating, nearly transparent screen, reflecting exactly what Magnus saw when he positioned the eye on the dragons that were loaned to them by Cain, who were brimming with good health, versus Lethe, who was... well, definitely not alive. ]

...Not pretty, I know, but it could have some practical applications on how we move forward unraveling the great mysteries of this world.

[ At least, he hopes. ]

makemeasong

[ Clara's sitting as privately as it's going to get in the Mouse House, still a little breathless. Not from exertion, but from realizing she might've heard something she shouldn't. She can't know for sure, but her gut tells her it's important. Her first instinct is to find the Doctor and tell him, but she'd done the first thing he'd asked her not to and wandered off. As always.

In need of semi-fresh air, she'd waited until he was busy talking to someone else before quickly excusing herself, walking away before the Doctor could protest. She'd walked a few blocks toward the ports when she'd overheard a small group talking about a person named Cain. The way the apparent co-workers tensed and glared at her when spotted, made her feel as if the complaining hadn't been meant to be heard by anyone, not just her. Back inside, she's decided to share what she overheard when she doesn't spot the Doctor right away. Whipping out her new device she takes a minute or two to understand how it works before her face pops up on the screen. ]

Hullo, I'm Clara. Met some of you during the [ Her free hand waves around vaguely. ] events. I'm not sure what is and isn't important here, but a talking fox told me I needed to make tea to get out of a murder house, so who am I to decide what everyone should or shouldn't know?

[ Either someone tells her not to worry about it, or she's given out something everyone needs to know. She should really wait for the Doctor, but there's no going back now that she's announced it. ]

Went outside and overheard two people talking about someone named Cain do..brick? [ She can't quite remember how it was pronounced, but hopefully, she's close enough. ] They've done something to make an employer angry enough to hit an employee after getting off the phone with Cain. Something about an offer involving parts and grease for Minaras and Eidris. There was more, but I'm not sure if this means anything or not. The people talking about it got pretty upset when they saw me, so I thought it might be worth mentioning.

[ There's a pause as she decides to wrap things up. ]

In case none of this matters, quick question. If you've met the Doctor, what was your first impression, please? [ There's a quick, cheeky and teasing smile that suggests knowing him before the video ends. ]

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