faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

Who: Robin & Fiach
What: A run-in
Where: The forest
When: Not too long after the meeting at the bonfire
Warnings: Suggestive remarks, mostly

( Just trees; the trees, the trees, the trees, who was afraid of trees? )

[his voice is low, a twinge of laughter lacing his words.]

Well, now that His Majesty's made his greetings known, I thought I'd extend a welcome of my own. Welcome, welcome all to the Unseelie realm. The feast itself is the safest of areas, unless you find the library - which is welcoming in its own way but a frightful bore. But there's plenty to see here, though you should be wary before venturing to the palace proper.

And of course, if anyone wants a personal tour of the dungeons, I'm your Fae.

[When she speaks her wisp is steady, not even a ripple over it, calm but there's an edge of curiosity in her words.]

What is beyond the Unseelie land? Where would it lead?

[...]

Where can I find a change of clothing? I would like to bathe and change. [...] Please.

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!

( All doors, all paths, all thresholds lead to this place )

WHO: Anthony and Fiach
WHAT: Running into each other by chance, they have a conversation while looking for Olivia.
WHEN: Recently-ish.
WHERE: The Palace.
WARNINGS: Flirting, casual implications.

( It was a sort of desperate selflessness Fiach was unfamiliar with, and he wondered just what kind of person she would be willing to do that for. )

[Voice Wisp → Everyone]
So I figure since the darkest part of the night seems to have passed, whatever that means here, we're probably getting close to the end of the party, yeah? Maybe some of you fairies want to give us hints about how we can get your boons. Wouldn't that be a fun game?

[Voice Wisp → Fiach and Ranvir]
The Raven and I have a proposition for you, Shadow.

[Voice Wisp → Stell]
On the topic of boons, I'd like to give you some of my paintings in the hopes that it paves the way toward one. Just going to be up front about it.

Who: Fiach and Liv
What: A discussion about boons
Where Liv's garden
When: After this.
Warnings: None.

( fiach’s ego was a massive, carefully-groomed thing, gilded in vanity )

WHO: Sarah and Fiach
WHAT: Sarah is not happy.
WHEN: Before the potions plot.
WHERE: The gardens
WARNINGS: Sads.

( She would always push people away. )

So you were right on the money with Ranvir.

[voice wisp: liv → anthony]
[She sounds rushed and harried.] Who were you? In the labyrinth. Because I swear to god if I made out with you, or-- [She breaks off, and there's the sound of charcoal snapping.] Who were you in there?

[written wisp: liv → fiach]
[Her handwriting has gone from her usual blocky, architectural script to something more messy. Half the wisp is littered with drawings, strange and twisted bodies.] What would I have to do to get a boon from you, Raven?

[Her voice is distressed, after her conversations with Liv and Trevor.]

Look. I don't like. I am not good at--

I need company. Please. You don't have to say anything. Just sit with me. Please.

Wha-- [A sigh of confusion, with just a hint of frustration] I don't even... know... Wha-- [Another frustrated growl.] What is this thing? [Someone is very confused about this 'wisp' thing.]

I seem to have lost you.

WHO: Sarah and Fiach
WHAT: Talking. And then some.
WHERE: The gardens
WHEN: A little while after the end of the plot.
WARNINGS: A little sexual commentary.
NOTES: Part 1 of 2.

( It was the old oak tree that called to her when everything went back to normal, well, as normal as it could be at least. )

Olivia. Enjoying your time here? The King's whims, even? I hope you've found more company than myself so far.

Whether you have or not, there's someone I want you to meet.

[ranvir, fiach, talos, gemma, aoife, oletha, arda, aimee, nia]

This? Is the best Midsummer feast we've ever had.

This certainly is something. I'm not sure if I should be delighted or mortified.

Your thoughts, my friend? And I did mean to ask if you've lured a human into your grasp yet. If not, then that bet's my victory.

You know, humans have this sort of shit down, and you have got the nerve to say you're the superior lifeform or whatever? You faeries ever been to a fucking shopping plaza? There's these big maps behind plastic or plexiglass, see, and on it, there's also a dot labeled in big as fuckall letters 'YOU ARE HERE'. Can we get one of those? Please? And can we put it in the library, 'cause that's really where it should be and it ain't.

Oh. And by the way, not that any of you assholes asked, could we maybe write a 'What to Expect When You're Expecting Sex Faeries to Hold You Captive' pamphlet and put them in the library, too? Fucking useless, this library. Just has a mess of books.

[The first is addressed to Fiach, the lines thick, and they are many points where the ink stars and stops, but finally gives way to a message.]

Do you still want to show me around?

[The next is less thick, far more curious, and addressed to a masked stranger. An owl.]

So who are you?

[The final is hesitant, light, apologetic. To the Fox.]

I am so, so, so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen, and I am sorry if I scared you, whoever you are.

[...]

I was the wolf.

[His handwriting is casual and sleek, but it wanders a little. He's not fully paying attention to what he's doing at the moment.]

We do have a varied selection this time around, don't we? All these mortals, lost and wandering in our midst. As dazzled as you ever are. Which I understand. So many choices I could make ... but if I browse forever, everyone's going to beat me to the punch. Be a shame if that happened.

I hope you're all enjoying what we have to offer. To the fullest extent.