mental link; it's a catbus!

[wille]

[ It's an ungodly hour of the night as these things go, with both Misato and Gildor's minds flickering to announce their presence to all. Forceful and unapologetic, for her part, while urgent and unsettling, for his part. They insist on your attention. ]

( Everyone. We found something out there beyond the barrier. It was too dark for us to see much-- )

(Or anything, for some of us, but-- )

( But it's massive-- )

(Big as the shuttles that brought us-- )

( And predatory. At least, it seemed pretty clear that it wanted to take a chunk out of us. Some of you found tracks the other day, right? Let's talk. )
 

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[perroquet]

[ This one. ]

( No. ) [ Simply stated, matter-of-factly. He’s not very good at throwing things at all. ]

( Just Mat, then. Gildor Helyanwë, at your service and the service of the Nest. I’m no newsman either, though I suppose I technically am tonight... ) [ He and Misato did just wake half of them up with some news, didn’t they? ] ( ...but I can certainly entertain. Bards are expected to uplift, support, and heal, and I’ve learned a variety of spells to help do just that.

Those spells do have a cost though, and I’ve yet to pay it back after all I’ve done tonight. ) [ That is to say, he’s tired. It’s there in the way his mind miss-remembers a note in that ever-present mental music, like sore fingers slipping on the keys. ] ( Magical doors don’t open themselves through technomagical barriers for nothing. )

[calhar]

[ Look, juggling is totally a bard thing and it's the one bard thing Mat's any good at. He's probably about as good at music as Gildor is at throwing things. The explanation of what bards do goes over just fine, though, right up until— ]

( Heal? ) [ He knows channeling can heal. He's just never liked it, and the idea of something as normal and safe as a gleeman getting up to the same tricks is distinctly uncomfortable. As for that last sentence, it sounds like a whole bunch of nonsense, and it takes him a beat to parse that they're back to the barrier. ]

( You can keep your spells to yourself around me, just so we're clear. ) [ It isn't particularly defensive; just setting boundaries. ] ( Now go to sleep before you give us all a blasted headache. )

[perroquet]

( Oh really? Well, if the beast breaks through and mauls us tonight, I’ll try to remember to skip over patching you up. )

[ It’s a half-jest. Having boundaries around magic is fine by him, for the most part. He’s not so chaotic as to push unwanted spells on others - unless it’s done in cases of emergency.

Hopefully there will none tonight. ]

( Goodnight, Mr... sorry. Old habits. Goodnight Mat. I do apologize for the intrusion. ) [ Especially if the news turns out to be nothing to worry about.

His mind recedes back into itself, the music and looming shadow of it fading over the connection, though if Mat were to linger and listen it never goes completely silent. ]