faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

The feast ends soon. Have you decided what you want?

WHO: Thalassa and Trevor
WHAT: A discussion.
WHERE: The ballroom
WHEN: Not long after the potions plot
WARNINGS: None.

( What did you say to someone after that? )

[it takes him a while to do this.]

I'm [ ... ] sorry.

Is now when you tell me you wish nothing to do with me? That the potions changed you far too much for you to be interested in a dance?

[Her voice sounds a little exhausted when her wisp finally reaches him.]

Hey, where are you? Any leads?

[Neat handwriting, pretty, exact and loopy. It's obvious that whoever is writing this is comfortable with letters.]

I daresay that I am vexed to find myself quite misplaced. I have arrived in a lovely garden and have yet to leave the greenery, for I fear that I am more than lost.

My one query shall be this: has anyone seen the goblin men? I know that when I find them, I shall find my sister.

Ever gratefully,
Miss Elizabeth Whittock

WHO: Thalassa and Trevor
WHAT: Eating
WHERE: The feast
WHEN: Some indiscriminate time after the genderswap business stops.
WARNINGS: Sexy people eating food. Jury's out on whether it's going to be eaten in a sexy way. We'll keep you updated.

( come, eat with me )

WHO: Trevor & Nyx
WHAT: Poor little Trevor seems to have gotten himself lost. >D
WHEN: After their talk via wisp
WHERE: The gardens
WARNINGS: Will update as known!

( So much of his carefully crafted control had been broken with the king's newest manner of amusement, and so he had decided to throw caution to the wind and explore. )

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?

Who: Dina, Sarah, and Trevor
When: After the Genderswap
Where: The Garden
Warnings: TBD

( One sure way to cause more problems. )

[The voice is practically booming, quaking with incredulous anger.]

What. The actual. FUCK.

WHY DO I HAVE A PENIS.

[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.

So the paths are a bunch of bull. I took one and it looped me around and lead me right back to where I started.

We may have to think on this favor thing, Trev.

Halis, a guy [...] Fiach I think, offered to show me around. I think I am going to.

WHO: Sarah and Trevor, initially; later Halis as well.
WHAT: Hiding out from as many fae as possible and discussing ways home.
WHEN: Shortly after their chat.
WHERE: The gardens.
WARNINGS: None so far.

( What he wouldn't give for some decent smog right about now. )

[Her writing isn't not elegant, but it's written with a near desperate thickness, impatience accenting each and every loop.]

The rooms do not end. Everyone is on someone else. There's no such thing as personal space and I don't think anywhere here sleeps. Plus, I think I am lost. How long does this last again? What is the point?

[Her script is that of an architect's, blocky and square though still decidedly feminine.]

So just to clarify: we've been summoned from all across time by the Fairy Queen, dumped into her palace for her and her husand? consort? people's? amusement; we can have anything we want; we're surrounded by more pretty people than exist in all of LA; and we can be here for hundreds of years without aging?

WHO: The Seelie Queen, the Unseelie King, and everyone in attendance at the Midsummer Ball
WHAT: The Start
WHEN: The beginning of the ball
WHERE: The Seelie Palace
WARNINGS: None. We’ve only just begun.
NOTES: This is to start us off but also feel free to respond and mingle in the comments if you’d like. If the contents of your comments move beyond a PG rating, please mark them in the header accordingly.

( She glances at her King, a flick of iridescent eyes. )

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