Queen Bea Wilson of Monstropolis (sweet_bea) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2018-02-20 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | bea wilson (sweet_bea), carmilla karnstein (_carmilla_) |
Who: Beatrice and Carmilla
Where: Monstropolous
When: After these posts
What: Bea giving Carm a tour of Monstropolous
Rating: I'd say mild for language
Carmilla hadn't told Laura about her curiosity about Monstropolous. She wasn't sure why that was. It felt almost like shame for wanting to be near people like herself. She decided that she'd talk to Laura about it after she'd made up her mind, not before.
Right now she was being escorted into Bea's palace. She was dressed in leather pants and a corset (her usual ensemble) with her favourite pair of shit-kickers. Her ONLY pair of shit-kickers now. She looked around as she entered, the slight raise of her eyebrows the only indication of the awe that she felt.
One would expect a princess, even one of a monster kingdom, to be have a somewhat noble, regal appearance. Well, whoever came up with that failed to tell Bea, because as she came prancing down the stairs into the lobby, there was nothing "royal" about the baggy Sasha Banks hoodie or the wonderfully tight denim shorts she wore. A huge grin on her face (because not only was she hanging out with a ridiculously sexy vampire, she was also being talked to with respect, which always put her in a great mood.
"Well well... there's Hottie McFangs!"
"Hey." Oooh. There was almost a smile there! Stop the presses! Carm didn't curtsy, or at least hadn't for quite some time; she did bow her head respectfully, however. It wasn't every day one met a princess! "Nice place you've got here."
"Yeah, they did good with building us this place." Bea agreed, giving the woman a saucy wink. "It's not often that my ass has competition for 'best looking thing in town', but this place is right up there." Ah, Bea. Never change. "So, you ready for your tour? I figure I'll show you all the best places, show you some of the people that live here, point out all the places I've already fucked in..." Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
"So this could take a while, huh," Carmilla replied, her tone dry. She had such a sombre wit it was no surprise that her jokes flew over people's heads sometimes. She doubted that she'd get away with it with Bea, though. "Not that I'm judging."
"Luckily we haven't been here long. So it shouldn't take more than a couple hours, tops." Hah! Well, obviously Bea got Carm's snark and easily matched it with her own. "It's pretty cool that you're thinking of living here. I mean, I was shocked when I saw how many outsiders flocked to this place, but even more shocked when I see hot bitches like you and like this succubus chick Bo. I mean... this place is gonna be a haven for hot ass soon." Ah, Bea. Always with her priorities in check, hm?
Carm chuckled. She wanted to point out that she was *considering* it and hadn't quite moved in just yet. She had Laura to consider and wondered if she'd even feel comfortable in a place like Monstropolous. But one thing at a time. "There are really a lot of people like us here?"
Bea nodded, for once being at least kind-of serious. "There really are. Back on earth, The Monster Metropolis was exactly what it sounded like. I was the only person there who'd really pass for a human being. But here... it's more of a mishmash of monsters, demons, mutants, humans.... just all people who don't feel like they belong anywhere. Because a bunch of lonely people, together? Aren't going to feel quite so lonely."
Carm nodded. "I get that." More than anything Carm felt ashamed for the things that she'd done in the past. The people that she'd manipulated, or lead to their doom. It was something that she still struggled with, despite putting some of the ghosts of her past to rest. "I think that's part of the allure, to be honest."
"I would hope that getting to see these fine-ass tits in numerous tight tanktops is MORE of the allure, but yeah. I get that." Bea said with an entirely straight face. "Until I was brought to this reality... I was an outsider. Even among my teammates, I was the loose cannon that everyone was too scared to get close to."
Carmilla gave Beatrice a wry smile. "My friends tied me to a chair and gave me a garlic clove necklace once. Granted, they had reason to be suspicious and we weren't exactly friends yet... but it still hurt." She paused. She didn't mean to get Deep and Meaningful there. "Plus, the synthetic blood here just tastes like ass." She considered her company but decided to keep her turn of phrase.
"Synthetic blood. Blarrrr." Bea laughed, shaking her head. "As long as there's people willing to be donors, I dont know why that stuff's even needed." She turned and looked at the vampire, one eyebrow slowwwwly going up. "And now I just pictured you sinking your fangs into someone's neck. I don't even have a dick, yet I think I popped a boner." Classy, princess!
Carmilla pursed her lips together, almost (almost!) laughing. "It's... more by choice that I don't drink from humans," she admitted with a shrug, playing it off like it was no big deal.
"Well... depending on your specific wants/needs, we have plenty of folks in Monstropolis - human, demon, alien, etc - that would likely be willing donors." Bea said, before adding, as an aside. "I mean shit... I can't see anyone looking at you and going 'naaaah, I don't want that chick nibbling on my neck', so... bonus there."
Carm ducked her head. "I'll think about it." That was all she was gonna say about it right now. Could she really control herself if she drank from a living being? She doubted it. Still, that urge would always be there. "So what all do you do around here, anyway?"
Bea pondered that for a moment. "Well, for the average resident? We have the same kind of things you have in any town. Stores, theatres, places to eat, clubs... just with more unique things a place like this needs. Blood bank, etc" She gave an adorable little grin, crossing her arms under her breasts. "As for me? I spend my days cussing, fucking, sending out inappropriate messages over the network... you know - Princess shit."
"'Princess shit'", Carm repeated with a wry smile. "Uh huh." She found Bea pretty easy to be around. There was very little, if anything, that she held back. It was refreshing. "Are there any... responsibilities that come with the title?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to help my mom rule and stuff. Right now I just have too much fun with my title to actually live up to it. Kinda like Donald Trump." She said simply, before pursing her lips. "I mean, eventually I'll have to help with real shit. Coming up with laws and shit, helping the less fortunate members of the community..."
"Well, I don't envy you that when the time comes," Carmilla murmured, falling silent for a long moment. "Were you pulled here like we were, or are you *from* this universe?"
"I was brought here too. I'm more.... from a different timeline." Bea explained, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of it all. "Apparently in this reality, my mom and dad got divorced, I was never born, blah blah blah."
Carmilla's eyebrows shot up. She imagined a world in which she wasn't turned into a vampire. Would she have met Ell? She certainly wouldn't have met Laura. Not unless she believed in reincarnation, anyway (and she still came and went on that honestly). "Are you happy here?"
"Oh FUCK you have no idea." Bea laughed, running her hand through her long blonde hair. "Back home... I was a mess. I had accidentally gotten my fiance killed because of my recklessness. I was in kinda a downward spiral of madness. Here? Clean slate, baby. I have a girl that I love very much... my mom is here with me... I've made some really great friends... and fuckin' A.... I get to hang out with people that used to just be fiction or legend, you know?"
"If I ever meet Lestat I think I might just faint," Carmilla said dryly. Still, a clean slate sounded kind of nice, didn't it? "Honestly, I think I just brought my baggage with me. It still kind of sits here, y'know?" She tapped fingertips against her temple.
"Bitch please." Bea said, ever concerned about other peoples' feelings. "We all got baggage. Shit that'll never go away. You think I don't still see my man die in my dreams all the time? I'm over him. 100%. But that doesn't mean I'll ever forgive myself for getting him killed. Hell, before I was worried about being a 'hero', I had 75 confirmed kills to my name before I was 15. You think that shit don't stay with you? But it's all about moving forward. Not dwelling on this shit."
Carmilla made a 'hmm' noise, which was a sound she made when she found something amusing. "I think you missed your calling as a motivational speaker." She didn't say it to be a dick, she actually found what Bea said to be very helpful. "Moving forward? Well. I guess I could do that. I've got time, right?"
"Damn right you do. We all do, now. Like I said: clean slate." Bea laughed, crossing her arms as she looked around. "And I don't even mean just here. Wherever you decide to set up camp... you got a new lease on life. Don't fuck that shit up."
Carmilla set her hands on her hips and followed Bea's gaze, looking around at this... monster of a place. She thought that she couldn't possibly fuck things up with Laura to keep her in check, but didn't say it. Frankly, she should know to do that without someone keeping an eye on her. "I'll definitely keep that in mind." She moved her mouth to one side thoughtfully. "C'mon. I think that's enough deep and meaningful talk, don't you?"
"Yeah, I hate being serious. Puts my writer in a weird headspace and then he's fucked up for the rest of the night." Bea said, babbling as usual. "You wanna tour of the palace? It's pretty fucking sweet."
"Sure. Don't leave out any gory detail," Carm replied, giving Bea carte blanche to do as she pleased. Not that she wouldn't do it anyway, but still. She gave the blonde a wry smile, more than willing to get outside her own head for a while.
"Be a good girl and maybe I'll show you the royal hot tub." Bea said with a lecherous grin. "Who the fuck am I kidding, I'd happily show you that regardless." So she wanted to know what it felt like to be fed from, ok? Shut up.
"Do you always come on to people you've just met?" Carmilla asked dryly. She then waved it off. "Actually, I don't wanna know." Had she been single she might have entertained the idea, but right now she just took it as a joke.
Bea just looked at her like she'd sprouted a second head. "Dude. I'm a young succubus with obvious sanity issues. What do YOU think? Hell, I once told a girl two minutes after meeting her that I wanted to put my hand so far up inside her people would think she was a goddamn Muppet." And of course, as she said this, she had a sugary-sweet smile on her face.
Okay, now that? Made Carmilla laugh. Not one of those 'heh's that she let out occasionally but a full-on belly laugh. She even stopped for a minute and bent over, and this was a woman that very rarely showed any kind of emotion. "I told you not to tell me! Jesus."
"Oh fuck off, you totally wanted to know." Bea said with a knowing smirk. After a few moments of silence, she gave a content sigh as she looked around at the city. "I missed this, though. Being somebody. Being powerful."
Carmilla gave her a once-over. "You really do look like you belong here," she said sincerely. Very few people would have thought that at first glance, but having spent enough time with the woman, Carmilla believed it. She thought for a moment. "You know, not that you'd need it, but if you ever decide you need a hand or just someone to talk to..." she let it hang there. It was more than most people got out of her, honestly.
"Thanks, babe." Bea said, almost a sweet moment until she had to throw in, "And if you ever just need someone to feed from, or even just a good rimjob...."
Carmilla sucked in a breath and honestly tried not to burst into a fit of laughter again. "I'll..." she started nodding, "definitely keep you in mind."
"Hey, I'd hope so... I eat ass with the kinda ferocity you typically only see in UFC fighters." Oh god. Please make her stop. "Like... this tongue should be registered as a deadly weapon."
Carm admittedly hadn't laughed this much in a while. This chick was a riot. "License to kill," she said dryly, "I mean, there are worse ways to go, right?" Beatrice was a terrible, horrible, awful, no good influence - but still, funny as hell.
"Goddamn right." Bea agreed with a firm nod. "You get to the pearly gates, and St. Peter's all, 'So how'd you get here?' and you'll be all "Oh, I let Bea Wilson eat my ass." and St. Peter will be all "Say no more, my child. Say no more". I get it." She said with a beamingly sweet smile.
The dichotomy between the words that came out of Bea's mouth and the way that she looked was honestly the most oddly endearing thing Carm had come across since... well, since rooming with Laura. "You know? I think we're gonna be really good friends." She paused. "But let's table the ass eating, okay?"
"Would you ask Willie Nelson to stop smoking weed? Would you ask Nick Cage to stop making terrible movies? Would you ask Chris Brown to stop punching chicks in the neck? No you would NOT. Yet I get asked to curb the ass-eating. Not cool, lady. Not. Fucking. Cool." Bea said with only a hint of mirth. "Still... I agree. I think we're gonna get on quite well."