hadriel | 001 [video]

[Have a wide-eyed teenager fussing with her phone. The video is a little shaky. She's sitting in one of the apartments, Barnaby's head in her lap, and seems to be sincerely cheerful despite waking up someplace far from home. Miriam waves.]

Hi! Looks like we're all stuck here for a bit, so I figured I'd introduce myself and what not. It kinda sucks right now, but that doesn't mean I don't wanna meet you guys! Anyway, I'm Miriam, and this handsome dude is Barnaby.

[Barnaby sneezes.]

He's my guy, so don't shoot him or anything. He won't do anything bad.

Two things.

First, uh, I know it's a long shot and all, but anybody seen a lady named Bethany? She's really tall and she's got brown hair and she's my mom, so it'd be really cool if I could find her. Maybe she's not here, but I gotta ask.

Secondly--

[Miriam holds up a crude drawing to the phone. It's the logo for the Sons of Plunder - a human skull with blue roses for eyes.]

--anybody walking around wearing this? Asking for a friend.

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And if they were, I supposed they'd be as trapped as the rest of us. I suppose there's not much to be done about it either way.

Guess not. At least not right now. Maybe we'll think of something. You look smart. Any ideas?

Me? Ideas?

[He looks horrified by the prospect.]

Unless you wanna stay here, or something? [He's an adult, therefore he has Knowledge. Right?] I mean, you've got tech and stuff back home, so you must know something about weird stuff like this.

Ah. Well, the technology we had in Bear Den wasn't like it was on the Tranquility. I'm more or less unfamiliar with such things. Not that staying here is an appealing option, either.

Well, then what do you know? Everybody knows something. [Miriam brightens.] Like, I can find things! I'm really good at finding stuff. And Barnaby can fight, or he can track stuff. So what can you do?

I'm a trained cleric and could probably drink a man twice my size under the table, though I'm not sure how useful that second skill would be.

What's a cleric? [It sounds important.]

I, ah. Work for the church. [He says that as though it should have been self-explanatory.] More specifically, I'm a healer.

Izzat like being a medic? [Miriam's world doesn't have clerics.]

Something like that, though I use magic to heal rather than medicine or alchemy.

Wait, like real magic? You can do magic?

Yes, of course.

[A pause.]

I'm, er... assuming by that reaction that magic isn't common where you come from.

Nah. I mean, we got weird stuff, but people don't call it magic.

[Miriam looks intrigued.] You said you can heal, right? Can you do other stuff?

[He turns a little red. Most people aren't interested in what he can do beyond healing, and even then, they're not usually invested in his skills because of his condition. Not unless they need them, of course.]

Oh. Well, um. I can do some minor conjuring. Nothing any other magician couldn't do, though.

[He holds his hand before the camera and curls his fingers into a fist. There's a second of concentration, then his fingers are pushed open from the inside, revealing a tangible ball of light held in his palm. It crackles, the glow bright against him.]

It's not terribly useful sometimes, but a little conjuring can go a long way in the right circumstances, I've found.

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[Miriam's eyes go wide and she laughs, clapping her hands together.] That's amazing! Carlisle, it's so cool!

[Carlisle smiles sheepishly.]

I appreciate the flattery, though I insist you must not have met many magicians if this is all it takes to impress you.

[Says the guy who has never pet a dog and was in awe over a single trick.]

[Miriam shakes her head, still grinning.] Dude, we don't have anything like that at all. That's so cool! Can you make it different colors and stuff?

If so desired.

[He sets his device before him and tucks the first ball into the crook of his arm, closing his fist to summon another. First one is a reddish hue -- into the crook with the other it goes so he can bring forth a third -- violet -- ball of light.]

Let's see if I can still do this...

[Collecting all three in his hands, he tosses one into the air, then another, then the last one as the first comes down. He only manages to juggle for about three seconds before he drops all but the violet ball; the other two land off-camera, fizzling out with a pop!]

Woefully out of practice, as expected.

[Whatever Carlisle thinks of the display, he's got a rapt audience with Miriam. She claps, laughing happily, and pokes Barnaby until the dog looks up at the phone.] Look, Barnaby! Lookit! That's the coolest thing I've ever seen!

[That's a genuine grin she gets from him -- still on the nervous end, but it's the best he can do most days -- as he gives an appreciative nod to his audience.]

I'll, er. Work on that before I come meet your dog, granted that's still something you'd permit me to do at some point.

Of course, dude, I said you could. Oh! You could throw those light-thingies, and Barnaby will chase them for you!

I'm not sure how much he'd enjoy that, as they do pop rather easily, but perhaps I can find something suitable for play.

[A stick, perhaps. Stumbles liked sticks, as far as he can remember.]

Yeah, do that! Barnaby likes to chase stuff.

Right! Of course he does. He's a dog. Dogs love that, I hear.

[Look at him, all Mr. Expert On Dogs now.]

I've yet to get settled in, but we'll set up a meeting at some point, then?

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