Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

Comments

[hearditbothways]

"Mmhh, so many auras crashing into me, it is so hard to pinpoint. Definitely someone with awesome hair, yet I am thrown off the track, the way it happens to you in a badly bugged Need for Speed copy which might be bugged because it is actually a copy of your best friend's version - but that is neither here nor there because we all know sharing is caring and oh my God, it is totally you!"

The fingers snap forward and point straight at Megan. Then Shawn also pauses for a second because, dude. Wings.

"Also, let me just point out that these are very impressive."

[gwynn]

"Oh my God! It's me!" Megan does a little flail-dance of happiness that looks a bit like an overstimulated puppy presented with a new toy. She has so many feelings, and also, so much energy -- she's had a few beers, sure, but also some caffeine, which is not the greatest combination with alcohol.

At least she's refrained from pills.

"Thank you!" She beams -- compliments about her wings are a pretty new experience for her. Oh, sometimes in District X, usually at work, someone would say something nice about them, but she's more used to them being a symbol of what's hated and feared -- coming to Baedal, where people just see some kind of faerie, has been a total mindfuck. They love them at the Vault. "I grew 'em myself."

[hearditbothways]

"And when you say 'grew them', do you mean soiling and watering them yourself?" Shawn leans forward to get a better look at them.

Nope, no seam, no stitching, no sticky tape indicating that this is, in any way, fake. Which of course just reinforces his statement. He takes another sip of his beer. "Because I could imagine that reaching there with, say, a ewer can get kind of tricky."

[gwynn]

"No!" She giggles and helpfully raises her wings -- the dress she's wearing is backless because that's always easier for her than fighting with straps and zippers and holes -- so that the place where they actually connect to the muscles in her back is pretty obvious. Putting aside the utter anatomical impossibility of them actually functioning, let alone being able to carry her in flight... They look awfully fragile, thin and full of tiny veins. "Grew 'em the old-fashioned way. You know, like hair." She pauses. "Well, that makes it sound kind of gross, actually."

[hearditbothways]

"Yes. Yes, it does."

Still, he takes another look, tilting his head slightly. "Now, I think the very important and crucial question here is - can they change color and are you able to fly?" He glances to the side, thinking about that for a second. "Wait, those were two questions. Let's rephrase that. Can they change colors while you are flying because I think that would bring joy and love to the hearts of people everywhere."

[gwynn]

"No, they don't change colour at all! I wish they did, that would be so cool. They're just kinda shiny, see? Like seashells!" Indeed, they're a little iridescent, pale rainbow hues spreading across them depending on how the light hits. She pauses only long enough to take a shot of whatever this burny-terrible liquid thing that is not tequila is. "How about you, you got any parts that change colour?"

[hearditbothways]

"Me?" Shawn nods. "I do. However, they do so only in very cold weather. And I am shy, so I will not show them. Mainly because we are not in a deep freezer, so it wouldn't make any sense."

[gwynn]

Megan laughs a little louder than is strictly necessary -- she's had quite a few, she's starting to get pretty drunk. "Except over the Network, apparently. While painted green. You should still do that, by the way."

[hearditbothways]

"And I will," Shawn affirms with a smile that shows he means business. "And you should totally be my partner in crime. Help me establishing it as the very serious thing that it is. You know. Screaming on the network as if you recognized it as a sign of the upcoming apocalypse."