Video/Action if you're by the lake

[bythewaves]

[ He's drawn to water, he always has been, and it's no different here. This world is strange, and although it is joyful to see again the dead, it is very strange, too, and he retreats, away from the bustle of his family, down to the water's edge with his harp, to try and get his balance back.

(He has to be well. Maedhros and Curufin will worry, if he's not. Elrond too. He can't let them see)

Anyone who walks past will hear it, although they might not realise that it is a harp, at first, but the song ripples, moonlight on the water, the stars clear above, the emotion carried through on clear notes that seem to blend into the sounds of the world around them despite there being no stars or moon, here. And then the voice, deep as the rolling sea, full of heartrending sorrow, but climbing to defiant hope.

Sometime during the performance the phone flips on, bumped, maybe, to reveal Maglor crouched over his harp, singing.

Pay attention, and the song will tell you a story, even if you don't know the language he sings in - war and blood and tears and light-against-the-dark. ]

oo1; video; during the furniture monsoon

[ritualized]

[She knows—because how could she not?—that all of these things are just more wayward debris brought in by accident or design. The timing’s a little different, but the geometries of the furniture that keeps showing up must mean that it, like everything else, is coming through from somewhere else. She knows; she knows. But it would be so unfair to treat this as if it were as terrible as everything else that’s happened to her so far. Why not choose to be pleased, just once?

Irisviel is filming herself from inside the apartment she shares with Saber. She looks pleased as punch.]

Look what I found! [Her voice is filled with pride. A dramatic pan down of the camera reveals… a papasan-shaped chair made entirely of interlocking metal hands. Just hands. There are at least 13 hands here. Irisviel ducks back into the frame, beaming.]

It’s fascinating, isn’t it? I’ve never seen anything like it, even in the catalogs I used to look through! Ah, but getting it was a little different than ordering from a catalog, though.

There’s this, too! [The camera snaps back down to what is probably a tea table. It’s short enough and rectangular enough. It’s going to do a very good job holding tea, though: There are large pockmarks in the top surface, and the entire thing tilts to the left at a forty-five degree angle.] I think this is what’s called ‘true modern design!”

[After clapping a hand to her cheek and sighing dreamily, she continues.] I know the tone of this video is a little different, isn’t it? I haven’t forgotten what’s happening; I just thought, for a moment, something good might have come from it.

These things may not be able to stay forever...but I would like to see what you’ve found! And please tell me if you have any ideas for how to use this [the camera goes back to the “tea” “table”] or how to get the rest into the apartment!

[Wait, the rest?]

[video]

[hot_mes]

[Don't mind this jerk, he's been keeping to himself for several days, diligently learning as much as he can in private. Including how not to burn down a kitchen. But now, he's got an actual question for which using the network seems the fastest route to an answer.

I heard there was a clinic, here. If I'm going to be stuck here for a while...I might as well make myself useful. I'm a doctor - a surgeon. Who do I talk to about the clinic?

[World's worst beside manner, by the way]

Unrelated, but if anyone has suggestions for meals for someone who can't cook, I...

[his actual request is cut off by a loud thunk just off screen. Law turns to see what it is, and the twist of his head and shoulders tips the video feed just enough to let everyone see what has just appeared in his living room. He sure didn't teleport that there, so...]

...what the hell??