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[themistress]

[It's Tuesday, Paradisa, and that means two things: the first is that The Four Seasons Room is in beach mode, and the second is that Mistress's dulcet tones are ringing through the journal. She seems genuinely pleased.]

This beach is marvelous. We don't have shores like this in my kingdom, where everything is bright and warm and pleasant. Even if one journeys to the ocean itself, the waters are rough and the beaches are rocky. Tell me, subjects, are places like this common in other worlds? Do people really live there?

Oh, and do feel free to join me here!

[Which is something you may or may not actually want. Because what does a woman whose normal attire consists of a string bikini wear to the beach?

The answer is nothing but some very artfully applied sand and shells. She has to match the room, of course.]



[ OOC: Obligatory permissions post, please use it! Open over the journal, and for beachy fun-time action. ]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley enjoys going to the beach room to lounge about anyway. Still in his suit, of course, but that's besides the point. Mistress' attire gets an arched eyebrow before he goes back to sipping his wine]

Depends on what side of the hemisphere you live, really.

[themistress]

Is one side better than the other?

[onlyanapple]

Well, the Southern tends to be warmer, so you get warmer beaches.

[themistress]

Are they all this beautiful?

[onlyanapple]

Nah, nothing quite compares to the synthetic beauty Paradisa manages.

[themistress]

Why do you think this room is here?

[onlyanapple]

To give us a little taste of Paradise, I expect. On Mondays and Fridays, it's full of snow.

[themistress]

Oh, does the Snow Queen visit?

[onlyanapple]

The Snow...

No, it just does it by itself.

[He paused, considering] Pretty sure it does, anyway,

[themistress]

Are there people who would really frequent a room of snow?

[onlyanapple]

A few weirdoes, yeah, who seem to think getting cold is fun.

[themistress]

Well, where would the world be without them? Winter would never end.

[onlyanapple]

My point exactly. Bloody miserable season, if you ask me.

[themistress]

Yes, I quite prefer the balmier seasons. But you know the Snow Queen. All we can do is rely on a steady stream of men who are willing to sacrifice themselves.

[onlyanapple]

She takes sacrifices, huh?

[themistress]

Oh... no. It's accidental, of course. Cocks and tongues just aren't meant for creatures like her.

[onlyanapple]

I...

No. This is going to have to be one of those things you run by me again.

[themistress]

How can you not know about the Snow Queen? Winter can't end until someone makes her cum and go to sleep. But touching her is like touching pure ice, of course. There are accidents every year.

[onlyanapple]

...That is a much better telling of the story in my world.

I like yours a lot better.

[themistress]

Story? What do you mean? The Snow Queen is quite real.

[onlyanapple]

Even better. I might pick up stick and go where you live, sounds much more my scene.

[themistress]

Yes, I can't really understand why everyone keeps insisting I adhere to the rules of their homes. Mine is so much more fun.

[onlyanapple]

Eh, people can be sticklers for familiarity. Taken them away from that and they freak out.

[themistress]

I hope to change minds. One by one, if necessary.

[onlyanapple]

With skimpy outfits and pinecones, right?