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[themistress]

[Hi there, Paradisa! When you come down into the lobby this morning, a strange sight awaits you.

All over, there are signs of someone desperately trying to create a... well, a something, in virtually every medium thinkable. Small chunks of the wall are blasted off, where magic was used. Wooden furniture has been carved. There are attempts in paint, all over the floor. There are even large sculptures (ice, clay, cheese), grouped together in the center of the room. Whoever's been doing this seems to have thought that perhaps there's one material which might grant them the leeway to create whatever it is they're trying to create.

Mistress is on her throne (now missing large pieces of itself near the top), very close to the majority of the mayhem, scribbling aborted mark after aborted mark in her journal now. The closest she seems to be able to get is a circle with a line through it, which is clearly making her unhappy. Finally, she dictates:]

I need an artist. Now, if possible.



[ OOC: Open in the lobby or on the journal!

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Comments

[themistress]

[Mistress sets something to wiggle intimidatingly, though she then drifts away to snatch a canape off a different table.]

Hmmn? Oh, well, I just can't continue to fuck someone who is only interested in his own orgasm. If there is one place I insist on mutual respect and courtesy, it's coitus.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He grunts.]

I can be courteous. [Defensive. No, don't withhold sex D:]

[themistress]

You haven't shown a propensity for it, yet. Really, the whinging when you don't just get to pump away mindlessly until you're spent? It's childish and disheartening.

[brute_shot_bully]

Uh ...

[Oh, crap. She's ... right?] I'll learn. [Just a new objective. A mission. He can do that. He's good at missions. HE WAS IN THE TOP FIVE HE CAN DO THIS.]

[themistress]

Will you?

[brute_shot_bully]

Yes. [Firm and resolute. Yeah, he'd do just about anything if he thought there was something at stake. Even if there's isn't any sort of a ranking board here, even if there hadn't ever been, the drive was still there.]

[themistress]

Fine. First lesson.

[She'll hand him an entire tray of various toys, basically every possible normal kind, plus a few that definitely have more dubious magical origin.]

Take these. Train yourself to last longer. When you aren't forcing others to rush, there are so many more interesting things that can be done.

[How is he supposed to get all of those back to his room without being seen? Well, that's his problem.]

[brute_shot_bully]

Uh --

[Taking that tray and looking at the array of toys. What even. Are there instruction manuals? He doesn't see any instruction manuals. :|]

[As for traversing the halls with this tray --] Got a box?

[themistress]

[What do you mean, Maine? Everyone knows how to use toys that resemble spiky squids!

Mistress shrugs.] Can't you wish for one?

[brute_shot_bully]

[This is certainly going to be a learning experience.]

[And oh yeah, magic castle. Suddenly there is a nondescript cardboard box appearing at his feet. Yup, depositing toys in there, taking a closer look at one of the more dubious ones.]

[themistress]

[Mistress will helpfully place a glass bottle of goopy-looking green oil in the box.] You might need this for the purple one.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He looks at the bottle, looks at 'the purple one' and then glances back at her.]

[Just what was he getting himself into? :| He stands and tucks the box under his arm.]

I'll be back.

[Challenge. Accepted.]

[themistress]

All right. Have fun!