The Last Voyages // Entry 001 . Video . No Filter

[bestlieutenant]

There's no slow fade up or flicker to life. One moment there is black, the next there is the image. A woman sits in an antique armchair upholstered in rich green velvet, dark walnut accents polished and gleaming in the light. Her pale face is framed by a cascade of dark, wild curls, chin lifted, and she looks down the length of her nose to the

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[notafuckingnut]

[Have a Richie just...staring. There were words, but he's since forgotten them, and now all he's doing is staring. Like an idiot. He shouldn't be, the alarm bells SHOULD be going off that he should most definitely NOT be staring (the last time led to snakes and feet and then TEETH and HERE), but since when has that ever stopped him before?]

[bestlieutenant]

Have you something to say, Muggle?

[notafuckingnut]

[Blink. Blink. RIGHT. WORDS. He should answer them.]

...What?

[bestlieutenant]

Apparently not.

[notafuckingnut]

No, I'm...

[Try sentences. They work better.]

What's a muggle?

[bestlieutenant]

Someone without magical ability - i.e. you.

[notafuckingnut]

[Accusing] You make it sound like a bad thing.

[bestlieutenant]

It's less than ideal.