faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[A voice wisp, quite agitated.]

What sort of licentious place is this? I saw a man and woman...coupling on the grass. Where everyone can see! This place is a brothel!

[her voice is low, cool, and slightly distracted.]

I am not impressed.

I expected the palace to be in ruins by now.

[There is a sound that follows her impatient sigh, a rustle of paper perhaps.]

I understand that now is a jovial time filled with dancing, drink, food and ... [she clears her throat.] rutting.

However, I would much appreciate that if when engaging in copulation people would be more aware of their surroundings. If it were up to me, and I am sure others, it would be disallowed in the library, but should you find yourself unwilling to vacate please, please, please don't do it on my notes and journals!

Do you know how hard it is to remove bodily fluids from parchment? Very!

Thank you.

[This is of course written after her tea-time with Halis, because writing it during would be rude. It is written in an elegant, flourished hand, accented by her unmistakably propensity for perfection.]

Stell and I are taking a poll, for educational purposes of course. If any of you would be so kind as to disclose whether or not you like this particular change, along with reasons as to why or why not, along with any striking changes one notices save for the very obvious... we would be much obliged.

We may ask further questions to broaden our research, thank you!

[Added a bit later.]

And do feel free to stop by the maze for some refreshments once you finish, thank you!

[Added quickly after.]

Any humans would be wise to stay away from the black tins, however. Thank you!

Who: Adelaide and Halis
What: Having tea
Where: In the middle of the maze
Rating: F for FLUFF

( The female disposition is kind to you. )

It would seem as though my lord King has bestowed upon us a new intrigue. I wonder, is it truly so fretful to be what you desire not to be?

[The voice is practically booming, quaking with incredulous anger.]

What. The actual. FUCK.

WHY DO I HAVE A PENIS.

[The voice is definitely male, however it rings with a feminine touch, proper and the edge of panic threaten to surge through in flaring octaves as the pitch adjusts.]

We must all remain calm. Yes, indeed. Calm and collected and surely this isn't so bad. Yes? There have been worse games, one cannot forget the asexual experiment a few centuries ago. I still cannot get the images of spores out of my head.

Nonetheless, would any of the switched mortals care for some clothing to adjust? I am quite certain that the new gentleman would prefer some slacks befitting their new hipless figures, and the now ladies some gravitational support. Some tea, perhaps?

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