♅ twelfth

[themistress]

I might've been an amnesiac living a different life for a while, but I always follow through on my promises.


[And then, in big, bold letters scrawled in red ink:]

PARTY IN ROOM 1908, OPEN TO ALL

[In Hellboy's room, Mistress has gone all out with decorations. Streamers and balloons and nude contortionists and an ice sculpture that's pissing liquor. Yes, she was telling the truth when she said she could plan parties.]

Comments

[nihilo]

The occasion?

[themistress]

There isn't one. It's a party for nothing. An unnecessoirée!

[nihilo]

And the rules of the party are?

[themistress]

What fun are rules?

[nihilo]

None at all.

Unless one made them up.

[themistress]

I could make up a few arbitrary ones, if you'd really like.

[nihilo]

Will your rules add to the excitement?

[themistress]

They always do.

[nihilo]

Go on.

Mistress................

[hellshaped]

What did you do.

Hellboy

[themistress]

You're having a party!

Mistress

[hellshaped]

No.

[He goes back and underlines the transcription a few times for good measure.]

Get out of there. How did you even get in there?

Hellboy

[themistress]

I broke in, of course.

Mistress

[hellshaped]

[That is NOT okay!!!]

Don't break into people's houses!

Hellboy

[themistress]

How else was I supposed to throw you a party!

Mistress

[hellshaped]

I didn't want one in the first place!

Hellboy

[themistress]

But you paid for one!

written

[20thcentury]

[two party invitations in one day!! this stuffy place is looking up.]

With liquor, I hope.

[themistress]

Of course.

[20thcentury]

Short supply in the castle nowadays. You ought to be very popular.

[themistress]

Only if people have decided to lose their prudish ways.

[20thcentury]

It's not as though they'll have to quit being prudish in order to have a drink.

[is it....]

[themistress]

I was referring more towards my popularity.

[20thcentury]

Are you not popular?

[themistress]

Not particularly.