Fifty Fifth Sip

[mal_addict]

You know, fairy folk in my world steal people for their own entertainment. They make kids dance forever and so on. They're considered parasites best avoided at all costs. And it's with that in mind I really have to ask what's possessed some of you to decide going to their ball is a good idea. I mean, doesn't it just scream trap?

But if you really want to walk into something like that, then by all means. If you're already there, why not see if you can get through the door back to the rest of the castle. I'd bet you anything that answer will be 'no'.

[She sighs] Gods you people really do ask for it sometimes.

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dictated

[hairflyingheartpounding]

It could be different in this world, though, don't you think? I mean, that sounds awful, but it's not what fairies are supposed to be like in my world, if they exist.

forever!

[mal_addict]

It's possible, that's for sure. Or it could be exactly the same. I'm not willing to take the risk on a maybe.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Well, I can understand that, I guess! I'm going to go, but... You should do what makes you feel safe.

[mal_addict]

Thank you, I will. Is there anyone you want me to notify should you be murdered or kidnapped by fairies?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I'm not going to get murdered and kidnapped!

...But you should tell Ino and Garry and Megamind. And I guess Once-ler.

Maladict and written

[unnaturalpause]

[Written in small, rather distinctive handwriting is the following note. Because he's either drank too much wine or is out to tease her mercilessly.]

In the event of my death [...again but details.] I leave the following to you:

- 1 Sandshrew
- 1 Glameow
- 1 Phorusrhacos longissimus

James Watson

[You're welcome, Mal.]

James Watson

[mal_addict]

[Maladict writes back in her flourishing handwriting:]

Fuck you, James. I don't want your stupid animals. Give them to someone else.

Maladict.

Maladict

[unnaturalpause]

[Still written, and still neat.]

Do watch your language, I'll make sure to add a daily practice of washing your mouth out with soap if you do not.

And sadly no one else will take them. You're it.

James

James

[mal_addict]

[She sighs, then writes again]

You're not my father, we've been through this. That was fake. Stop it. And stop drinking or I'll take all your science equipment out of your room while you're partying.

I am never 'it'.

Maladict.

Maladict

[unnaturalpause]

I never claimed to be, so you can stop assuming that. And I thought I had, though it may insult the faeries if I do.

And no you will not, or are you forgetting that I am not like Nikola?

And of course you are. Who else would I trust?

James

[cheerupemoborg]

Some of us are just itching for a little entertainment, I think.

[mal_addict]

Even if you're the ones who are the entertainment?

[cheerupemoborg]

Of course!

That makes it more exciting.

[mal_addict]

...You're a very special individual.

[cheerupemoborg]

No, just bored.

dictated and pleasantly oblivious that elves are considered fairy folk

[inafadingcrown]

What of this place is not a trap?

Some who are aware of the danger must watch after those poor fools who are not.

aww yis

[mal_addict]

Very true, but this reeks of it.

Or you could stay on the outside and try to break them out after the fact, instead of being caught in the thrall.

[inafadingcrown]

It is a calculated risk. Think it foolish if you wish, but I dislike sitting idly by, being kept in ignorance of what comes to pass.

[mal_addict]

That;s your prerogative, I suppose. But when it comes to fairies, well. I don't trust the little buggers one bit, and I won't get tangled up in their affairs.

[inafadingcrown]

You would know more than I there; I had not heard the term "fairy" ere my arrival here.

[silentrunning]

[Have a very disgruntled written reply.]

I didn't want to go. The fairies swarmed me and dragged me. And now I'm hiding because there are too many people, and some sort of creatures blocking the exit.

[Yeah. She's scared out of her mind. She's not one who does well with being trapped.]

[mal_addict]

...Wow, they even forced you into their little den of doom?

They're getting more pushy than usual. That's probably not a good sign.

[silentrunning]

[Chell writes back, glad for a voice of reason.]

Well, to be fair, they dragged me to the faerie ring. I stumbled into it. And the rest was history. So I'm hiding in a side room, peeking around for people I might know and trying to avoid the crowds. I don't do well with crowds. Just curious, do faeries in your world look like this? Or are they different?

[Ever the curious, even when faerie-sized.]

[mal_addict]

They look different, I don't think they'e the same. That said they have strong magic so they might device the eyes a bit.

[silentrunning]

[Chell nods, thinking a minute before writing back.]

What do your faeries look like?