faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

I'm kind of surprised by how much I'm going to miss most of you. It's been fun. Sometimes disturbing, but mostly fun.

Fiach, you and the other fae can take the portraits I'm leaving in my garden. There are a lot. They might be... growing.

For all you humans staying here, fuck some more fairies for me. For those who aren't sticking around, like me, if you want a support group my number is 867-555-5309.

I wondered if I may beg your attention for a moment?

I hope the deadness of wisp-net means you're all getting laid or something.

[With very heavy sarcasm.] So it's super awesome to realize that all of you are psychotic assholes. By which I mean not awesome at all. Who knew that your King making us be honest would make everyone into jerks? Wow.

[A bemused note to his voice after he partakes in one of the little cakes.]

A little more open with one another? I thought we were quite open already.

[Her dry voice breaks through, pondering, edged by curiosity masking itself as dullness, or perhaps that is the intent.]

Who knew so many broken hearts could still beat so fiercely. Tell me, what is it you're so afraid of?

[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 )

So you were right on the money with Ranvir.

I sincerely hope no more mandatory amusements are going to be held for some time. I've found a copy of Judith in the library. Judith. In all its full, untampered with, original Anglo-Saxon glory. There are scholars I know in England who would do nearly anything just for a glimpse at it. The opportunity to read it in its entirety here almost makes up for everything else.

[His low voice is raspy and every now and then it cracks and drops one of his syllables. You can hear the yawn he's holding back almost escape in his pauses.]

I have had it with this Pamela. It's a terrible story. I know most consider putting your nose in a book at a party a waste of time, but you are wasting time on top of wasting time reading this bundle of tinder. Write a letter to someone who cares, Pam.

Anybody have any recommendations? Nothing too recent or I won't be able to open it. A gentleman never reveals his age, but I'll say I'm younger than Shakespeare.

Even though I've grown up here, I don't think I've spent half as much time in the maze as I did awhile ago.

...Is it really always like that? Or how much was the alterations made for the "entertainment"?

BITCH BITCH BITCH WHINE WHINE WHINE

For a bunch of nearly cosmic entities, you all sure as fuck complain a lot. God, it's amazing your royalty hasn't just razed this place to the ground and started over. It's a party! Go have fun!

You know, I'm beginning to understand why some people seem ready to spit hairballs after these little "events" over the course of the night. Granted, I'm generally amused and don't mind these diversions, but this time, I'll express a mild discontentment. I've much preferred our previous amusements.

[Private wisp to Liv]
As previously mentioned, you were an exception to the diversions. I'm still interested in showing you a proper time, without the need for potions, if you are.

[Private wisp to candles]
My only apology is slight: a previous encounter had me less than forgiving. Still, you were enjoyable even when defiant.

[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?

That was...

Interesting. And not unpleasant.

[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?

[With a voice utterly laced with amusement.] I do hope you all had quite the time.

I know I certainly did.

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.]

WHO: Olivia Bishop and Sarah Blackwood.
WHAT: Discussing the fae realm and ways to get out.
WHERE: A bedroom.
WHEN: Right after their conversation via the wisps.
WARNINGS: None for the moment, save Sarah's foul mouth.

( Sarah did not like those doors. )