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The feed opens with a close up of Stiles's nose at a less than flattering angle, but he quickly pulls it away and gets it so that his face is mostly in the frame. "So, uh, I may have fallen down a rabbit hole of research and not looked up in, uh. Two months. Did I miss anything important?" He grins, with absolutely no remorse at all.
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[So, all of the craziness of things here aside, Adam had recently gone through some more craziness of his own. Namely going to bed one night and waking up at the information booth with new memories. Memories that made him feel bitter.

There was a reason he was on voice and not video. He could have gone for text, but...he just didn't want to.]


What do you do...if you feel like you've done the right thing, but you don't think anyone else would agree with you?

[What did you do if the 'right thing' hurt the person you cared about most? Was it still the right thing?]
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[For anyone who hasn't had the pleasure of meeting Loki's smarmy grin face to face, they're greeted with it now, as he broadcasts across the network from what appears to be the outdoor seating area of Starkbucks for anyone familiar.]

Well, I for one am pleased to learn the locals are capable of more than derisive glances, as they are certainly excited about this circus coming to town.

[He doesn't speak for two seconds, and a conversation at a nearby table can be overheard, bits of pieces of someone rambling about a caravan.]

Evidently we can expect exotic animals and other stunning spectacles. Maybe we'll even have a jester, or a magician. Wouldn't that be fun?

[He smirks.]

Who doesn't love a good illusion?
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[The camera comes to life, spinning wildly around, a bizarre clacking sound heard over the rustling of dark fabric too-close to the lens. It's a messy, dizzying confused feed for a solid two minutes or so....

Then a tiny wooden hand closes over the lens.

The next thing you see is the face of a nightmarish doll, jaw clacking noisily as she shrieks and giggles.]


Wow WOW, what IS this thing? Hello? Helloooooooooooo?

Can anyone HEAR ME?
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[It was rare that Adam had been excited or happy for something while in this place, though he had his moments. This evening? This evening he was smiling. He was in his room at the Barns, a white rabbit visible on the bed behind him.

He didn't usually use the network, but he was trying to engage more, too.]


Hello, everyone. I'd been thinking for a while that who knows when we're going to get out of this place and go home. You know, resume our lives.

[Do what they wanted to, live their lives. Adam might never experience his dreams and become a lawyer, so.]

So, yesterday I got a tattoo. [Which would probably surprise anyone who knew him.

He held out his left arm, showing a beautiful tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It stretched halfway down his forearm and had a border of roses and vines. He'd gladly explain at least part of the reason why he chose the magician card if anyone cared to ask.]


I'd really recommend the Mystic Ink tattoo parlor. Parts of this even glow in the dark. [Which was maybe the coolest part about it. He turned off the light for a moment, showing that the roses, the eye of the bird, and the edges of the feathers all glowed, before turning the light back on.]

It's really cool.

[He swiveled the camera a little to show the rabbit again.] Also, that's Cottonball, if anyone was curious.
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[There's quite a bit of fumbling at first, with some shots of the floor and feet in boots before Hamlet manages to wrangle the camera into submission. And then what can be seen is a young lady with her hair pulled back in a messy braid, wearing what looks to be a pirate shirt and vest.

Because it is. Before coming here, she had been kidnapped by pirates. And so she is wearing, in a very literal sense, a pirate outfit.]


Hallo illo lo hallo! Greetings to the town of Haven and all it's denizens, may you be well on this day. I am Hamlet, formerly of Denmark and now of the ocean, somewhere off the coast of England.

A great thanks to the man Jerry for providing me with information on this place, little though it was I give him thanks.

I do believe I have mastered this device well enough to communicate with you all. So come, tell me who you are and what it is you do in this perhaps formerly fine place. It was once perhaps a place of some grandeur, but seems to have fallen upon hard times.

As have we all. As have we all.
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We have a situation at the statue garden, guys.

The older ice statues are changing. I thought they were melting, but then I looked closer. They're looking less human. More like what I sort of remember from being attacked by the Unseen.

Just...look...


[ And he sends a few pictures. They're of the same statues, the first pictures he sends are older. From a few weeks ago. But the pictures he sends now, of the same statues, are clearly different. Hunched over just a bit. The facial expression less serene and more angry. Teeth showing and sharp, eyes a bit bigger and somehow more sinister. ]


I'm not sure about you guys, but I don't think I want my friend turning into one of the Unseen, so I'm pretty sure we have to do something to stop this for good. I'll be at the library trying to research things. Come join me. I'm really not the best at this.
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[Gansey shifts against a pillow, the room décor around him hinting that he's not at the Barns. He winces and the image wobbles to the side of the bed. In a chair next to him, Ronan sleeps, or as close to sleep as he ever gets while somewhere that isn't home.

As he rights the device, a few bruises and cuts can be seen. All looking bluish instead of the expected warmer colors of bruises and cuts. Letting out a careful sigh, he runs a hand through his hair, looking chagrined.]


Ronan and I did something stupid, but we'll both be okay.


(ooc: Please specify if you want to talk to Gansey or Ronan.)

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