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Fairy Fanfic Festival

Who: Everyone signed up here!
Where: It's a secret to everybody.
When: February 14th-16th
Summary: The most ~~terrible~~ romantic day of the year has arrived!
Warnings: Lingerie and fluff

You awaken in a dark room.

...To the sound of giggling.

"Ohmygosh, they're finally awake!" The shrill voice elicits an uncontrollable wince of pain; as the lights flicker on, the wince is liable to evolve into a full-on expression of abject horror. Everything is pink. The bed is pink. The walls are pink. The flower petals are pink. The confetti and streamers are pink. The enormous scented candles strewn about everywhere are pink.

............The tight briefs and/or lingerie that may or may not be on your body in place of your own underwear are pink (You do get to keep your clothing, so this part is optional if you don't want to play it - your characters can wake up in their normal bedclothes or day clothes if you like. However, if your characters do wake up in sexy underwear or their PJs, their normal clothes will be in a nearby dresser.)

Before you have too much time to consider exactly what's going on, the voice sounds again.

"We are going to have so much fun! We just knew the two of you would be perfect together. No connection to the outside world whatsoever! No need to thank us! Now, we'll just be here in the corner and you two can just... oh, you know!"

The fairy blushes and sighs longingly.

"OK! Good luck!"

'The two of you'? What t --

Right about then, you realize someone else is in bed next to you.

[The event has begun! Please refer to this post to see how things will go. If you prefer not to have fairies directly involved, they will very generously allow you a little time ~alone~ if you ask, though they will return. Otherwise, they will be scribbling notes, drawing and narrating your "steamy romance" (romance may not be as steamy as implied). Characters can attack the fairies all they like, but it will have no effect, as they're projecting themselves in with magic while they watch from the safety of their little pixie laptops.

Remember that you control the fairies and what they say. We've created an npc account

pixielove and you can find the password here, so have fun! You're free to use the account or not at your discretion.

Additionally, for the 14th to the 15th at night, anyone stuck together will not be able to contact the outside world. Don't worry, the fairies will let everyone know you're safe!]

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And what in oblivion's name is that supposed to mean?

[That greeting obviously didn't help someone's mood. Not what he'd call a good morning, that's for sure... Even just about flings his legs out of bed and primly does his pyjama top up, back turned, trying to ignore the other man as best he can - but that simply leads to the fairies falling into his field of vision instead. He snaps at them-]

Is this your fault? You insolent little creatures - is this some sort of game to you? Hmph.

[Unlike Even, Bro isn't getting out of bed just yet. He just chuckles at the response, then glances around the room idly because he realizes that there's something missing. His gazes moves to the ground just by his side, where he spots a plush arm sticking out from under the bed. Gotcha. He leans down to give the arm a pull and out slides Lil Cal, who's promptly moved onto the bed. Much like everyone else in the room, the puppet's now donning a pink outfit complete with matching pink cap. Nothing too outrageous or sexual, of course. It's a puppet.]

There you are, lil bro. Thought I'd lost you. Gimme some fresh. [If Even looks back just in time, he'll see Bro fistbumping one of the creepiest ventriloquist puppets in the world like it's the most normal thing in the world.]

[And he does, on hearing the voice - who on earth could that be directed to? ...Great. He stares, both baffled by the performance and more than a little irritated. Ugh. This person wasn't helping his mood in the slightest.]

We're abducted from our rooms, put in this ridiculous situation, and your first priority is whether you have your toy?

[Bro scoffs loudly and directs his gaze towards Even. As he does so, Lil Cal's head turns in the guy's direction as well. Interesting, because both of Bro's hands seem to be on Lil Cal's arms.]

Excuse you. You talkin' shit about my homeboy? Assuming that every puppet is a mere toy is negative stereotyping. That's like a form of goddamn puppet racism.

[...Interesting. What's the trick? Magic, telekinesis, some hidden control? The illusion's a good one, at the very least - and if he were in a better mood, he'd be curious to as to how it's being achieved.
Is everything here designed specifically to try at his nerves? The thing's grinning expression...]

Unless this puppet is, in fact, a sentient life form, I am fairly certain that such distinctions are trivial.

Who says he's not?

[Right on cue, Lil Cal's head tilts itself sideways just a bit, its mouth creaking open. And still it seems like Bro's hands aren't moving so much as a muscle.]

But, you know, that ain't what's really important here, right?

[Even is eyeing that there puppet suspiciously for a moment, before he gives a 'hmph'.]

No. What is important here is leaving. [Turning his attention to his tasteless surroundings - ugh, having to even touch that ridiculous closet door to check...] I'm sure you too would rather be at home?

Eh. I ain't in much of a hurry. [He shrugs, then finally moves the blankets off himself to get out of bed. Cal is slung around his shoulders, which is really the safest place for the little guy to be right now. Blinding as all the pink is, there's a special brand of irony here that Bro has to appreciate.]

Gotta give these lil' pixies props for the choice in decor.

If by 'taste in decor' you mean their ability to burn one's retinas out and make one's teeth hurt, then yes, you could.

[-Ah, there's his stuff. Sorry, fairies: you can try and make 'stuffy nerd' into 'dapper and suave gentleman' in a minute.]

Excuse me.

You're excused. [Don't mind Bro as he wanders over to the window to peer outside. He's in no real hurry to get changed into more appropriate attire himself, and it shows.]

[Even isn't in any hurry to actually bid his companion farewell in person. Once changed, he tries the door.

Tries it again. And once more.]

Would you give the pixies as much credit for their taste were I to tell you that they have us confined?

[He watches Even jiggle the doorhandle with mild amusement. Man, those pixie fairies are good.]

Yeah, I would. Locking a person in ain't got shit to do with taste, you know. It's just plain diabolical. [He shrugs.] Woe is us, whatever shall we do?

[In Even's case, the answer to that question is apparently to give a huffy snarl.]

You seem all too calm about this situation.

[Still, there's not a lot else to be. He sits back down on the bed, trying to find a suitably inoffensive spot to look at.]

[The smirk on Bro's face just ends up widening further. What a stick in the mud. He could have a lot of fun messing with this guy.]

Dude, it's just a pink room. Chill out. I'll start worryin' when I see chainsaws drop down from the ceiling and the floor opens up to reveal a pool of vicious sharks. ...Or fuckin' snakes.

[Reluctantly, Even'll admit that he's got a point. Nothing's in danger except his retinas. He sighs.]

Then what do you suggest we do?

[...did he just hear a giggling from the distance, then?]

[Hm... That sure is some giggling in the distance, yeah. Bro casts an idle glance around, but he can't pinpoint the exact origin. All he knows is that it's kinda highpitched.]

Sit back and enjoy the fluffy pillows is my best guess, because this goddamn window's locked too. [He strides over to the bed to park his ass down on it and make himself comfortable, regardless of Even sitting on the other side of it.]

[Well... at least he can't complain about the levels of comfort. The bed's soft and cozy.]

The question is, then, what do our captors hope to accomplish with this display of ... decadence?

[Cal is moved off his shoulders and into his lap again as he sits back against the pillows.] You been livin' under a rock or what? It's Valentine's Day, man. Chances are, they're trolling us.

[Which is ironic, because he was planning to troll other people today. He has to give the pixies props for this one.]

[...
Okay, perhaps someone hadn't noticed the date. Living under a rock, not quite, but the depths of the MAGI laboratories were close enough...

He sighs, leans forward, pinches his nose. It definitely reminds him of something a former colleague of his might have thought a good idea.]

In which case, I refuse to rise further to their ...romantic bait.

[Another grin appears on Bro's face, because that was it. The perfect opening for some ventriloquist shenanigans. The next reply doesn't come from him; it comes from the puppet sitting in his lap. Cal's jaws clatter as he speaks in a loud, high-pitched voice.]

"You must be pretty damn full of yourself if you think you're in for romance, buddy! I've had clown marionettes with more charm than you!"

[...Sweet oblivion, that voice is hard on the ears. Even twists round - stares between puppet and controller, eyes wide - and violently shakes his head.]

And why do you think I'd be int- [He's talking to the puppet. Damn. At Bro-] Really?

[Bro just shrugs, raising both his hands in the air as he does so. What's worth noting is that while he's doing so, Cal's still staying upright.]

Hey, if he says he's had clown marionettes, who am I to question it? I'll bet he tapped dat ass real good. Ain't that right, lil' man?

[And despite seemingly still not touching Cal, the puppet's jaws clatter with loud, eerie laughter.]

[Eerie's the word, that's for sure. He just about jumps.]

Gah! I - I don't want to hear another word about it!

Hey, your loss, man. But just so you know, you're missin' out on some grade A puppet porn anecdotes. Hard wood all around, if you know what I'm sayin'.

[So much eyebrow waggling.]

Why do you think I'd be interested?

[Not only stuck in a pink fluffy prison, but stuck in a pink fluffy prison with someone with a twisted obsession. Great.]

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