Fairy Fanfic Festival

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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!]

Comments

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"Thank you." Avitus stepped over to quietly collect his own clothing, keeping his wings around himself the whole time. He really wasn't used to wearing so little in front of anyone, and he wasn't about to give even the little fairies anything like a show.

By the time Blackquill came back out of the bathroom, he was pretty much entirely dressed again, having wasted no time. Still tying his sash, and his hair was still loose, but he was dressed. Looks like he'd dumped the nightgown on the bed.

And he was a lot better composed again, too, even if he did keep giving the little troublemakers upset looks.

[hawkattack]

He felt much more comfortable in his clothing, though all of the pink around still made him feel... awkward, like he'd stepped into the wrong room by mistake. ... Which wasn't that far off, but still. He dropped his nightgown on the dresser and leaned against the wall, folding his arms.

"I assume you've tried the door?" Tch. Trapped again. Not an unfamiliar feeling, but one he'd never grown to like.

[poorlittleblueburdie]

"I have. It seems we've been locked in." He sighed, tying his sash off, twisting it behind him so that it sat how he was used to it sitting, and glared again at the two in the corner as he started trying to gather his hair up in his hands. "And I have a suspicion about who to blame for it." No kidding?

[hawkattack]

He nodded, trying to take in the situation. At least it wasn't an uncomfortable room. The pink was terrible, but it could be worse. And even if these... fae things were idiots, they were easily ignored.

"I suppose this is a better cell than the ones I grew used to, but a prison is a prison, no matter how lavishly decorated it might be."

[poorlittleblueburdie]

Avitus sighed, nodding, and sat back down on the edge of the bed while he continued to struggle with his hair, silently cursing whoever'd taken it out of its little ponytail. He hated trying to put it back... it'd be easier if he had more than three digits per hand, thumbs included, but alas, he didn't.

But the human was right; it could've been worse. It could've been red decor, and had a screen that taunted him with things he'd never be able to have. How anyone had thought that that was a smart thing to let him wake up to was beyond him.

"Right. So... I suppose we're stuck here for a bit." Stupid hair, get back into a ponytai-- wait. He didn't have his tie for that, even if he could get it put back properly. Oh for the love of--!

He sighed again, pausing to glance about for the thin little ribbon he usually used. It was probably still in the dresser, where his clothes had been; he got back up and tried peeking into the drawers. "May as well try to make the best of things, right?" He pulled out his ribbon and stuffed it into his sash, and, one hand still holding most of his hair back behind his head, he turned to give the man something of a bow or a nod, a little dip down that might've been closer to a curtsey.

"My name is Avitus. And you are?"

[hawkattack]

"Hmph. Indeed." Still, he didn't feel that comfortable sitting down on a bed with another man. Closeness wasn't something to draw comfort from, it was an invitation to be open to an attack.

"Prosecutor Blackquill. First name basis was reserved for Aura. ... And possibly Athena.