[video] un: eleven

[savingthrows]

[ The video clicks on to a young girl, perhaps 14 years. Her round eyes look a little unsure, brows drawn together in concentration as she figures out how to work this new tablet machine with the stupid name - it's not liquid. She's learned how to operate the application tools back in Beacon, so it's a transition rather than a completely new skill.

Eleven sits cross legged on her bed, half cast in the light of the strange lantern sitting right next to her. She sets the Fluid down on the nightstand, then briefly leans out of frame and picks something up that looks like a beak shaped, half plague doctor mask, distractedly scratching at her neck, where healed scars looks as though something once grabbed her by the neck. Finally, she stops fidgeting and looks at the camera. ]

Hi.

[ She speaks with a pattern that might strike as odd. Sometimes halting in odd places, or saying words slowly, as if she has to place them on her tongue very deliberately. ]

Is there an angel? Here? I need a... miracle. Or maybe. Someone old, with magic?

[ She glances down at the mask, worries her lower lip between her teeth, then adds: ]

There's something in here. It smells like... where I'm from. Home. It's fading. I lost my friend who did the... miracle. So it's fading. But it's important. [ She swallows, lips pursed. ] To me.

[ The things unsaid sit deep in her chest and ache - the home she lost months ago. The friends she lost along the way. A short, deep breath, she gathers herself, serious face relaxing into something softer, but still somber. ]

I can pay. With glitter pens. Or birds, if you have paper.

[Another small pause. She's about to reach out and shut the video off, when she remembers lessons learned. Right - manners. Or the attempt at them. ]

Thanks.

Comments

lol i thought that was the most random threadjack, but i was into it

[owllady]

eda

i doubt your friend knows me

Ha ha xD

[savingthrows]

my friend says trade is good

i can come

what color do you want

[owllady]

hm. red. no, pink. no, gold.

gold.

tell the door who you are, it'll let you in

[savingthrows]

your door knows me

i will be there

tallest regards
eleven

[ And with that she signs off, grabbing her lantern, slipping the mask onto her face, and removing the gold glitter pen from her box.

With all of that done, she makes her way through Deerington, unaware of the looks some of the townspeople and Sleepers throw her on the way. At 999 Griggs - she will stare at the house nad the door for a good long while, before stating her name: ]

Eleven.

[ A beat. ]

Hi.

[owllady]

[ The house itself is big and old and dilapidated. She could probably get it with little effort.

But, luckily, Eda's door works. It doesn't talk (not yet), but the latch clicks and the door opens for her.

Insides, Eda is curled up on an old couch in her pajamas and bunny slippers, cradling a mug of tea to her chest.

She squints at Eleven ]

You're the kid with the glitter.

[savingthrows]

[ The house looks bad. Creepy. Eleven hesitates to enter it, but is eventually drawn in. The mask is worth it to her.

Eleve in her bright 80s patterned clothing stands out. She hesitates, shifting on her feet. ]

Yes. I have the gold glitter pen for you.

[owllady]

[ It is drab, and the only things on the walls are a giant wanted poster of Eda herself, and a smaller framed picture of a teenage girl eating what look like tentacles.

Eda shifts to sit, holding out a hand and making grabby fingers for it. ]

Gimme.

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven digs out the glitter pen from her backpack, but it's then that she notices the wanted poster on the wall. And out of everything, this gives her pause.

She looks from Eda to the poster. Then back. ]

Are you. A criminal?

[owllady]

A criminal?! [ Eda laughs, slapping her thigh. She snorts, the. follows Eleven's gaze up to the poster. ] That? Oh, yeah. Big old criminal. They made me look pretty scary, huh?

[savingthrows]

I guess.

[ Eleven's level of scary might differ from most people . She looks from the poster to Eda and then back to the poster. ]

What did you do?

[ It's okay. She's a criminal too. She shoplifted. Twice. ]

[owllady]

What didn't I do? [ Eda laughs again, leaning back on the couch. She certainly doesn't look threatening right now. She's tired and sick with the Deathflu, in her maroon pajamas and bunny slippers. ] Lots of stuff. But my main crime was refusing to join a coven. All witches have to be in one, in my world. I think the whole system is a whole load of... [ She blinks, narrowing her eyes at Eleven. Right, kids. ] Hooey.

[savingthrows]

[ Something hesitant in Eleven's eyes then, but not out of suspicion - she just doesn't know the word 'coven', and so misunderstands. ]

Join a... oven?

[ Weird... but okay. Eleven nods. ]

It's a load of. Hooey.

[owllady]

Not an oven! A coven. It's a group of witches.

And it is! [ Eda shakes her head and eyes the mask. ] Alright, I gotta get some stink in there?

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven nods - as if she has a better idea of what a coven is now. Group of witches. Well, Misty was a witch. So clearly Eda must be good to make a dealwith.

Eleven hands over the glitter pen. ]

Not stink. Pines and wood. Campfire smoke and blanket. It needs to smell like home.

[owllady]

Okay, okay. I don't know what your home smells like, and you gotta be okay with that. [ Eda snatches the glitter pen from her hand. ] Alright, gimme the mask. I'll see what I can do.

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven hesitates for a moment longer, then hands over the mask. ]

It still smells a little. Like how it's supposed to smell. It's just... weak. Going away. Do I... do I stay? Wait? Or come back?

[owllady]

[ Eda brings the mask to her nose and takes a huge, audible sniff ] Nah, shouldn't take too long. [ Unless she messes it up.

Brows creasing, she holds it out with one hand and draws a gold circle in the air with the other hand.

Nothing seems to happen, but then Eda brings the mask back to her nose and sniffs again. She blinks and holds it out for Eleven. ] Try that.

[ It smells strongly, and almost like what Eleven remembers. It's slightly off, but not too much. ]

[savingthrows]

[ It's much quicker than Eleven suspected, and she looks genuinely surprised when she takes the mask back and sniffs at it - it's close. Close enough to make her smile softly. ]

Thank you! Does it... does it go away, too? Or stay?

[owllady]

No clue. [ Eda shrugs a shoulder, inspecting the glitter glue intently. It's so shiny. Exactly what she wanted. ] Magic's weird here. If it fades, come back, I suppose. Bring more glitter.

[savingthrows]

I can do that. [ Eleven thinks for a moment, then nods. ] Enjoy the glitter. I will tell you if. If I need more magic, and I will trade glitter.

[owllady]

Yo got it, kiddo. [ Eda waves her off, holding the glitter pen close to her face. Boy does she like shiny things. ] Enjoy your weird smelly mask!