faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[ 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?

Hey, losers.

Have good dreams lately?

You're welcome.

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.]

So, here's the thing.

I thought, given everything, it would be nice to have some homemade treats instead of ones that a fae of feasts or food or sweets magicked into existence—and, really, thank you for that, Ashtara, we all appreciate your efforts. So, as one does, I went to the Starlight Palace's kitchens. Since that's where you go to make food.

Apparently, I did not end up in the Starlight Palace's kitchens, but having never actually gone to the kitchen before, I was not aware of this until after I accidentally used the Unseelie King's workshop to create sentient Sugar Plum Fairy Dolls, Gingerbread Men, Marshmallow Snowmen, and something that might be burned molasses but I'm honestly not sure.

[Distantly, there is the sound of shouting. Something explodes.]

They've decided to wage war on each other as they each attempt to establish a sovereign kingdom.

This is my gift to you this Midwinter. If someone might be interested in helping negotiate a peace treaty, that would be great. If any of you more litigiously inclined fae want to defend me from the Unseelie King, that would also be great.

[A pause.

There's another explosion, a resounding shriek, and something like a canon sounds in the distance.]

They've weaponized the candy cane.

Please hurry.

Who: Eiran and Sovan
What: Eiran finds Sovan after the fight
Where: The Starlight Palace
When: After light castigation and sads
Warnings: Healing sex probably. Uncomfortable descriptions of being human.

( that bottle leads to hell i ain't drinking that honey can't you tell )

Considering what a mess there was earlier, should anyone feel that they'd prefer not to risk sleeping and encountering whatever mayhem that might entail... my services are always available.


Voice wisp → Timore and Sovan
So how many pieces did our benevolent lord leave you both in? I'd ask if I should be concerned, but I'm really not. You both knew better but apparently you were still too dense to think matters through.


Written wisp → Island
You had better not be who I think you are.

[ Her voice is low and uncharacteristically subdued. ]

Have any of you seen him? Is he all right?

[ Merry told her about the punishment and while that is alarming, it's not all that has her worried by a long shot. ]

[There is the sound of people running and a few shrieks, the wail of nightmares mingling with reality, Robin's wisp is a flurry, darting to and fro, it's tendril's extended like that of a cat's whose fur is on end. Her voice is a mesh of anger and yes, fear. ]

What in the hell is going on?! Is everything okay?!

[OOC: This is during Timore and Sovan's fight, reality keeps shifting all scary like!]

WHO: The Unseelie King, the Seelie Queen, and everyone in attendance at the Midsummer Ball
WHAT: The opening fête
WHEN: The beginning of things
WHERE: The Feasting Grounds
WARNINGS: None thus far
NOTES: If the contents of your comments move beyond a PG rating, please mark them in the header accordingly. Otherwise, go wild, and have fun!

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