[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.

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[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!