faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[The Seelie Queen’s mirror flickers once with golden light before becoming a void of darkness punctured only by three lights. Eyes, perhaps, though it’s impossible to say for sure. The Unseelie King speaks from beyond the glass, his voice a low rumble.]

And so another feast comes to a close, oh Glorious Starfall, oh Song of Creation, Maker of Worlds. Have you determined what new thing you will give me?

[Wisps spin through the feast, each positively bouncing. A burbling giggle issues from the pulsing ball of light, and the wisp curls into the shape of a flower.

A second later, Aelius' excited voice spills from the wisp.]

Lords and Ladies and those yet undefined by form, mortals from hither and yon, the Frost Maiden with the Black Ice Smile and I are pleased to introduce you to... to someone new.

[Another happy sound.]

The newborn Lord of New Blooms, Summer's Sweet Scent. Alair. [His voice is soft and full of wonder.] His mother would prefer you not send gifts or even congratulations, and may kill you if you try to touch him, and I may simply melt you to slag on the spot, but you're welcome to stop by and say hello.

From a safe distance.

I'm sure our glorious Queen will understand if we murder you on accident.

[ The voice that comes over the wisp isn't one that's graced the party yet - for better or worse. Tinted with a sharp edge beneath the mild tenor, he sounds both amused and bored. A dangerous combination. ]

Rumor has it that I missed a war and a fight at this gathering. And here I thought it would be the same humdrum as all the others. [ A sound carries under his words - sharpening stone against metal. ] A shame I missed the excitement. [ And that sounds too much like a challenge for anyone willing to take it. He's never worried too much about consequences. ]

I know the King has hosted a few events since the beginning of the party, I wonder if he'll end with one that has a bit more sport?

[Voice Wisp: Steph/Everyone]

Okay so is that's how it's going to be? Always? Crazy party within parties?

[Voice Wisp: summer storm/you'll miss the magic]

Uhhhh... Hi?

So here's what I'm thinking.

[Aelius leading with that? We all know he's not really thinking.]

We split into teams, randomly assigned. One team builds a gingerbread castle. [Aelius, no.] An actual castle that you can walk inside. Has rooms, hallways, traps, whatever. Castle. Team build. [Aelius, please.] Maybe add some defensive capabilities like sentient gingerbread turrets that shoot hardened gumdrops. [Aelius, stop.]

And then team two, they also have gingerbread. But it's a gingerbread army, right? [Aelius, what.] And the army? The army tries to get through the gingerbread turrets and defenses to the heart of the castle. If a single combatant makes it there, then the two teams converge and there's a massive battle.

[Aelius.]

Toy guns and candy cane swords. Maybe the Castle Lord fights on the side of the Castle Team to defeat the Invading Team or something. Winners get bragging rights.

Thoughts?

[Wow.]

Who: Erevos & Vevina
What: Palling around
Where: The feast
When: After this
Warnings: None.

( Are you listening? )

Who: Erevos and Winter
What: Dancing
Where: Starlight Palace, ballroom.
When: After this.
Warnings: None.

( I believe we have a dance in our future. )

[ Mirror: Vevina → Eiran ]

[ A voice wisp might have sufficed, but Vevina decides a mirror - a bi of face to face - is more appropriate. Seated at her desk, arms crossed on the surface, she smiles into the mirror. ]

If you're busy, I'll ring you at a time of your choosing.

[ Voice wisp: Vevina → Erevos ]

Did you get them? [ By 'them' Vevina means the dozen Death statutes she's promised delivered by sprite express. The figurines had ranged in style from stately to bobble head. ]

[She is quiet but a moment before speaking.]

I'm going to be blunt.

[...when isn't she.]

I haven't really been able to sleep since coming here, is that you? If so, how do I stop it?

[ Her voice sounds bewildered, she's attempting to keep her composure but it's fraying around the edges. ]

Where... am I?

[ She bumps into something decidedly not human, and this, after having wandered lost in the forest for a few hours before finding the gala, cracks the final shred of her composure.]

Who---or rather what are all of you?!

[ Her wisp trembles, then Claire takes a breath to steady herself. This is not the best way to make a first impression, with fear and insult laced through her tone. ]

I.. I am sorry. I'm trying to locate my siblings and... so much of this is beyond my comprehension.

Hey, losers.

Have good dreams lately?

You're welcome.

Who: Erevos and Georgie
What: Getting some salve
Where: Hot springs
When: After this
Warnings: TBD

( you still got champagne running through your veins )

[She clears her throat. It's an awkward sound.]

Is... there anyone who can point me in the direction of a physician? I have, ah... [A delicate cough.] Discovered an allergy. As it were.

[Once again, there is no wisp, nor warning, nor notice. Just like that, the library is open again, as if nothing happened at all.]

[Written Wisp: Damen/Raana]

Thank you for the brew.

Who: Robin & Timore.
What: Since receiving her gift to find passion Robin cannot rest and finds herself exploring the palace.
Where: The Gallery.
When: Now.
Warnings: To be determined, but at the moment none.

( I'm on a different kind of high. A rush of blood is not enough, I need my feelings set on fire. )

[Her voice is a shriek of horror across the wisps. She's distraught about the library closing. Panic is bubbling.]


The library is closed and it's all your fault Felix! Apologise to Damen and his books at once!

[There is no wisp, nor warning, nor notice. After a certain someone refused to listen to repeated warnings, the library is now closed. Until further notice.

Those who were in the library will find themselves unceremoniously outside of the library with all their belongings (provided those belongings weren't part of the library to begin with). They will be facing a closed door that will not open.

Those who visit the library will find the doors closed and not opening for anyone or anything who might want entrance.]

[His voice sounds slightly panicked, but it's also clear that Félix is attempting to control it and maintain some level of decorum. A level that wobbles a bit as there's a sound of something nearby that's almost like... rustling pages?]

These books are biting! Who's idea was this?

Darling, are you available, or are you busy moaning underneath someone? I can come back.

I wished to join in as well. I have made some delicious tarts from a truly lovely recipe I was given.

[She sighs, then laughs electric and gold.]

Please, please partake.

[The tarts are on display in the shape of summer flowers, centered with sweet, sweet strawberry. Yet these are no ordinary tarts made by her hands. They are imbued with the light that shines in love's eye, and like a jewel those who see them may try to resist, but they will want at least a bite, at least one. They are delicious! These tarts swell the heart and make the devourer wish to share these feelings with those they care for, be it one true love or the many they are attracted to, they will want bring pleasure in the union of love. Aka, they gonna make you hoooorny and more honest with your feelings. The effects last for an hour to a few depending on how long you want your character under. <3 Have fuuun.]