I've been thinking about skills and teaching and that everyone has something they can do really well.

[Harry looks a bit sheepish making a network post, but when he's got an idea rattling around in his head, he needs to get it out. He's getting a bit better about thinking before speaking, but it's going to be a while before it becomes a habit.]

So, I was wondering, what can you do? What's your talent? And what can you teach? And, if you can teach something, would you be willing to share it with the rest of us here?

I can do magic and I'm not great at it, but I'd be happy to work with anyone else who wants to learn together.

So, is there anyone on the ship here who just happens to have an apple press, on the off chance?

Or more likely, does anyone here wanna help me make one? 'Cause I'm no carpenter, but I'll lend a hand, an' a good share of the cider when it's done. Or applejack, if that's more your style. I'm flexible.

[ And it all came down to this: ]

can't say i've met that many of you, not even close to half
but i'm September.
we have met, in a way, i'm sure.

[ There's a long, long, long pause before he reconnects with video. Perhaps some hesitation and reconsideration. That long pause for a breath and teeth gritting.

After all, it wouldn't mean anything if he couldn't admit to his mistake through his own words. With his own voice. ]

Well, and I... [ Blue eyes shift to the left. Perhaps he prepared for this? Squinting at his 'script'? ] I haven't been perfectly honest with all of you.

[ ...



And another. He clenches a hand. Uncertain what to do with himself. How to sit or look or keep his face looking this way. His tone. ]

I'm what you could call... a... Dream Eater? [ Yes, this tone is funny. He sounds uncertain about the title. ] I've been deceiving many of you. It's... a bit difficult to explain, but I've [ JEEZno, he rubs at his face before he blurts out the final piece. A little hiccup: ] I'VE BEEN invading—invading many of your dreams without permission.

[ Silence. ]

And eating them. 

[ Christ. ]

Enjoying them too, I suppose. Acting out people. Twisting things around. Finding out things that I have no right to. It's not surprising to have the tiniest bit of memory about my face. At least that.

I apologize for... my... behavior... and I'm sorry. [ September looks directly at the screen. How was that, Thranduil? ]

( ooc: Feel free to handwave September-dream interactions all you want with conversations! o/ )