faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[She is snarly, and angry, smacking her lips a moment after eating the confectionery.]

I will bloody well pay someone to sew my lips together until this thing passes.

[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.

[for the first time a gravelly voice decides to make its presence known, tightness in the words as if it has been far too long since she spoke last, weathered and aged, brushing off the dust of silence.]

All of you sounded like a bunch of animals in rut, I didn't know whether I should dump cold water on you or put you out of your misery with my bow. Luckily I became distracted, hm?

Alright, but who misses their telly? Fucking what's going on with Mad Men? I got nothing. Draper has to have gone rogue by now. Pete probably shot a person. Peggy's.. what? Running the show?

[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.

The dungeons are quite lonely this time of day. A pity given the amount of potential these rooms hold.

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?

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

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

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?

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.

WHO: Nia & Aelius
WHAT: Mourning her iPhone's battery.
WHEN: Sometime current.
WHERE: The Stables
WARNINGS: Language & TBD

( You never truly appreciate anything until it's taken away from you. )

[The wisps voice is curled with a definitive edge, uncharacteristic to the humans who have encountered the normally jovial fae, but the tone is all too familiar to her counterparts. Oletha's nature is on edge.]

My eyes are roaming. Remaining cold will only spurn obstinance and ill will. Revel. That is why you are here, and I shall make sure it continues.

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