faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

Babes, I am so sorry.

I kinda got distracted by being a dude. But if you're still offering, cute girl, musical instruments, I am still a yes for both?

I'm hanging out in the ballroom. The musicians are kinda neat. I mean, I rock out much harder, but still, neat. Old-school.

Let me know?

[The little, nattering wisp had swarmed around him for a good ten minutes before Jonathan realized the little messages going by. He eventually discovered that talking to it would somehow send it to some other people (though that it is transcribed and written is beyond him). Whatever sort of people they are, which frankly, has not been made clear enough, though has had much to do with change of gender]

Hello? Hello? I'm still ...trying to figure out what exactly is going on here. As well as where I am. And why I have a buzzing little light on its lonesome, instead of the four usually inherent in a bashed in head on a cartoon.

Also, I keep seeing things about bodies and...gender and...I don't know what else. I probably should lie down instead of humoring this thing. Annoying little twerp.

So does this thing happen often? Like one minute you're eating a fruit tart and then suddenly you go from having a vagina to having the most awkward food boner ever?

Okay, how fucking drunk am I? Wait, no alcohol doesn't make shit this cool.

WHO THE FUCK GAVE ME AN LSD ROOFIE? Party foul guys. Party fucking foul. I gotta say though, this is one fucking badass trip. You should see the email. It's like a firefly or something that turns into paper.

Also whose party is this and whose bed am I sleeping in how am I getting home?

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