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[his_drededfate]

[Private to Horatio]

[There’s a short video that appears for the doll before it’s cut off.]

I believe this belong to you? I apologize, I’m not certain how it appeared in my room. But I’d like to return it to you as soon as it’s convenient.




[Public]

[Sometime after returning the doll to Horatio and it consequently disappearing again Mordred returns to the device with new worries.]

The dolls seem to be disappearing when returned to the person they reflect. I’m not sure what can be done, but acquiring your own doll seems difficult. I can only advise caution, they are… connected.

[He can’t think of a better word for it. He then turns on the video and points it at a doll he’s put on a chair. It’s at a distance as he isn’t comfortable around it, but the details are fairly discernible to be likable to Elsa.]

Also, I’m not sure who this one belongs to. If you recognize it, please let me know.

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Private - Because Horatio's doll is going errywhere, I'm playing it a bit fast and loose with times

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Ah, yes, that would explain...

[He lifts a little Mordred doll into view, his expression slightly nonplussed.]

We'll trade back, if you like. I'm in my room right now...

Private (S'ALL GOOD!)

[his_drededfate]

[He nods, eager to be rid of it.]

Which room? I can bring it to you now.

Private

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

Level two room two, I'll see you shortly, Sir.

Spam

[his_drededfate]

Right.

[There's a brief smile before the communicator clicks off and he makes his way to Horatio's room. He does his best to hold the doll carefully, but touching it at all is making him gradually grip it tighter. It's subconscious, he doesn't realize it, until he turns a corner and the doll skims the wall with it's head. Okay, something is seriously not right here. At least the doll itself is mostly unharmed, thank goodness.

When he reaches the door he knocks quickly. Please just take it away.]

It's Mordred.

[bothfoulandfair]

That's mine.

[She can't hide the tremor in her voice. This flood is the worst. B(]

[his_drededfate]

I'm sorry, I truly don't know how it came into my possession.

[He thought he had been rid of the dolls altogether when he gave the last back to Horatio. Apparently not.]

What would you like me to do with it?

[bothfoulandfair]

Don't touch it.

[The response is immediate and not entirely rational, because not touching it isn't going to change that it's there, and someone else could get at it.]

Just- Just hide it somewhere.

[his_drededfate]

Hide it?

[He looks about himself trying to discern a location that is worthy of hiding a small doll.]

I can do that. But, why exactly does it need to be hidden?

[bothfoulandfair]

Because I don't want anyone else touching it!