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[stickyfingers]

[The video startup seems pretty normal at first, until you realise that a certain freckled ginger isn't actually paying any attention whatsoever to the camera. He's sitting on one of the saloon beds, taking inventory of... snacks. Cookies, candies, fruit--even little wrapped bars of chocolate. He's talking to himself about something about 'not having enough for such a long trip', and it's only then that he realises that his bracelet is flashing with some... sort of irritating light.

He frowns, a look on his face that's pretty offended as he moves to put a hand down over it, and the video cuts off for a second, only for the screen to flip instead, to text.
Were ALASTAIR's clever little (magic?) bracelets not programmed with a thought-to-text function, it might be alright, but of course--Gaius has pretty poor luck, so instead:]

Just what I need in my life, weird gods-be-damned enchanted jewelry making eyes at me when I'm in the middle of something important.

[Someone really has no idea how these things work, being from the dark ages is utter bullshit with all this new tech.]

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text; un: king

[agrizzlysin]

[The pain of a medieval mindset taking in science-fiction tech. King knows it all too well. Still...]

"Important"...?

You don't think the magical communication jewelry you suddenly have now that you've been dragged into the affairs of an alien organization should be slightly higher on your priority list?

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[stickyfingers]

[First the enchanted bracelet flashes and now it's talking to him. He kind of stares dumbly at the text on the screen.]

...Who in the name of Naga...

...

And obviously those things are on the top of my priority list. But without proper sugar rationings I'm going to be absolutely useless.
Even a fire needs fuel.

[agrizzlysin]

My name is King, and I'm writing to you through your bracelet the same way you just addressed everyone in Team Audentes with it.

Now are you starting to understand why this is more important than your sweets?

[stickyfingers]

[What the hell kind of name is 'King'? Whatever, he'll address that later.]

...Alright, yes. Okay. You one hundred percent got my attention there, Your Highness.

[Why does that last bit read sarcastic.]

I don't think I much appreciate having enchanted jewelry that eats my thoughts.

[agrizzlysin]

Just King is fine.

[The sentence is devoid of any helpful tone (unlike that last one, wink wink). Is he being sarcastic? Completely straight? Playful? The world may never know.]

And you will definitely come to appreciate it when this mission goes sour.

[stickyfingers]

[Yeah there's absolutely no way he's calling you King. Nix. He'll find a good nickname later.]

'When' this mission goes sour. Wow. Are you making a point of reference here? This happen before?


[agrizzlysin]

[That's just cruel. It's his alias, okay! At least it's less conspicuous than Fairy King Harlequin.]

We were sent here because things are already going sour. ALASTAIR wouldn't drop off us off on a perfectly stable planet. That would be a vacation, not a mission.

[stickyfingers]

Alright cool case and point, I get where you're coming from here.
But maybe I was hoping for one of those missions with troubles that could be solved without stuff going sour.

I'm a dreamer, what can I say.

[agrizzlysin]

[Optimism? What is this nonsense?]

Hope all you want. Just don't cry when you're let down. Or when your bracelet "makes eyes" at you.

[stickyfingers]

[God can't anyone have optimism these days.]

Aw, come on now. I wouldn't go so far as to cry, you know.

...

Also, the bracelet making eyes at me is completely different. I just like my privacy, is all.

[agrizzlysin]

[Short answer: no.]

That's why you learn how to use it before you start counting your candy collection. I'm saying that if you'd just take your focus away from your sweets long enough to ask, people would tell you how to keep this from happening.

Hope only goes so far.

[stickyfingers]

Groan. I feel like I'm being lectured by a certain old friend of mine. Good Gods and Grima, can't a bloke make a damned mistake in this place without being scolded.

You're a pretty dour guy, you know that?
Or lady, you could be a grumpy lady.