Fifty Ninth Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is frustrated. It's bad enough the castle favours Earth holidays above all others, but now this...idiocy has occurred. She doesn't mind the drinks turning into alcohol, as was the case in other years, because after all, people being drunk at this time of the year on the Disc was fairly regular.

...But this was something else entirely]

Another well spent Hogswatch in this ridiculous place, then. When you people stop being idiots, you'll get your gifts from me.

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[samson]

What if we're not being idiots?

[mal_addict]

Then you can have your present. On account of not being rude and being caught in castle insanity during this important holiday.

[samson]

I don't get how your calendar works, so I always forget what day to look out for. But yeah, Happy Hogswatch; here's a bunch of crazy people. Surprise.

Hang on, I'll have a ghost give you your thing ... [present, he means present.]

[mal_addict]

I'd generally go for....what is it today? The first of [and here, she sounds out the name carefully] Jane-you-airy? We don't have it back home, but it's about as close as I'm going to get here.

[Aww, Brock you're awesome] You know what they say, a girl can never have too many ways to make a cup of coffee. [Pause. She should probably say that thing...] Thank you.

I'll send your...thing too. [Seen as she can't touch it anyway, thanks a lot loss]

[samson]

Close enough. [The pronunciation is close enough and the date is close enough ...]

Ha. No problem. [And then a pause!!! As this really cool sword thing is delivered oh my god it's cool??

It's really cool.] ... this is the coolest fucking thing.

[mal_addict]

[Oh good, he liked it]

I thought you might enjoy it. Perhaps you can use to the threaten future cabin destroyers.

[eat_me_beat_me]

I'm not an idiot! I'm just... a fairy.

[mal_addict]

[Oh god nooooo]

...You're a fairy?

[That's the worst possible thing to be turned into, nora, gods]

[eat_me_beat_me]

I'm a few inches tall, have wings and glow when I fly. You tell me.

[why so freaked out, Mal?]

[mal_addict]

[Because fairies are evil and/or exceptionally violent]

...Well, that's disturbing.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[well this one's only slightly evil and moderately violent]

You're telling me! Mark almost squished me in my sleep!

[mal_addict]

...That must have been awkward.

[She'll pause, then delicately]

So. What powers do you have? All fairies have powers.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeeaaah it's still pretty awkward.

Powers? Ub I don't think I have any. I can fly... of course it's not like I've tried to do anything.

[samson]

[The journal might pick up the sound of him swishing this around in the background ...]

Hell yes, that's the best idea.

[mal_addict]

Might be a good idea to look into that more. You don't want to have any horrible accidents, do you?

[mal_addict]

Just don't chop any of your own limbs off.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Yeah, no. Flying is hard enough thank you.

[hard_talker]

... Has yours shown up yet? [see, he knows better than to give it to you on Christmas]

[mal_addict]

Low hanging light fixtures to content with?

[mal_addict]

[Good boy, you will be spared]

It has, thank you kindly. Least SOME of you remembered.

[hard_talker]

I would've done more for it, but. Well. Castle fucking with everything kinda got in the way. Again.

Tell you what, next year we do something. You and me and Tesla and Nora, no matter WHAT the fuck is going on.

[mal_addict]

Isn't that just typical? This place is rude.

[Awww, Mark, that gets a smile] I'll look forward to that. [And she really will]

[samson]

It hasn't happened yet, so I'm probably okay.

[mal_addict]

Always better to be safe than sorry, Brock. Or safe and fully limbed, as the case may be.

[hard_talker]

It totally is. ... What're you up to right now? [he feels like he hasn't seen you in forever. Mark, actually wanting to hang out? what is the world coming to. no, really, WHAT]