mythopoeics

[It came out of no where, zipping past his hands while he had been writing. He'd jumped up with a curse and looked for what he had presumed was some bug that didn't know it was too chilly to be playing like it was still a summer night. And then he saw it, something curiously orange (it was the night) and one of his highlighters. Before he could even get out the words 'don't you dare', it made a mad dash and streaked his papers with the bright yellow. It moved so quickly that he resorted to picking up a book and waving it without real hope or aim. When he heard the satisfying 'thwap' against the book and saw the body sail across the table, he felt the tension leave him.

Until he saw it get up and turn red.]

I'm officially a crazy person to say this but I've got a fairy in here. And it's really, really mad. And I'm not going to lie, I'm in my locked bedroom now and I think it's trying to break in. Or just wreck the place. It already tried to stab me with one of my pens.

Someone tell me I'm not actually awake. No, if this is a dream that my dream might have someone tell me I'm not awake. Or that I am. I don't trust my brain. I don't trust this place. I don't

I don't have a fucking clue what to do.

[Selene had been resting (Not sleeping, of course. It was night. Night was no time for sleeping). She'd just stretched out on her bed when something orange captured her attention...and her hair. Making a small, surprised noise, Selene sat up, eyes watching as the fairy picked up a pen and started to draw on the walls.

"Oh dear."

She'd have to ask Benny to clean that up. He was much better at scrubbing than she was. It would be a good job for him. She'd make it up to him, of course. Quietly, she moved to grab her laptop. She could protect it better if it was closer.]

There is a strange creature in my room. It is orange and drawing on the walls with a pen. I hope it doesn't draw too much. It would be very difficult to clean then. It pulled my hair.

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Now, I live alone and I've given only my parents the spare keys so I admit to feeling very startled. But when I discovered who had done it, my worries fled! There is a little creature in my home, now buzzing about and being very sweet. This is the first time I've felt properly like myself in ages! Am I alone in this?

Well, I probably am seeing those posts before mine. Ah. Anyway. We're going out for coffee and cake now. ♥ I can't waste a moment of this strange luck! If you want to join me, I'll be at [coffee shop here].

Ta for now!

[The camera is accidentally switched on, when it comes into focus there is an angry red fairy buzzing about, while Helen tries to swat it away with a mosquito-swatting thing. She is not pleased, if anything, she's anything but that. The fairy manages to grab a lock of hair and tug on it hard.

There is that awkward sound of hair being cut, and Helen gives out a squeak before she falls over. This battle is not over, because she manages to swat the red thing before it pulls out another, more significant, lock of hair giving Helen a new unwanted haircut.]

Someone do something!

[ Thor had never woken with anything sitting on his nose, let alone a fairy. But this one perched on his nose as if nothing was amiss, and only when he woke did he realize something tickled him. Tickled him a lot. Something was giggling, and then he opened his eyes to-- Oh, jesus fuck.

Seriously?]

What the FUCK is going on?

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OK, this fairy business is pretty awesome. Some of you need to just treat yours right. Jeez, it's like you aren't used to the unexpected by now! I mean, I guess I they can be a little pesky but it's not so foreign. Unless you're super new here, in which case you are totally boned and you better watch yourselves from now on. Things get super cray cray around here.

ANUBIS. Let me meet yours!

Hello, strange community! I am...well, I think I might be Peter Pan.

Minus the flying, but I'm still working on that. Apparently pixie dust is a lot harder to come by than it is in the movies, even when you've got one following you around and all. Who knew?