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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2017 8:40 pm
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Silk raised both of her eyebrows at the squirming hat. Shiloh jumped up and the entire assembly could see her approval ratings dropping, like a pressure gauge in space. Something about her practically shouted Is this one of the people chosen to rule over me? She closed her eyes for a long moment. Maybe she was pretending Shiloh's antics weren't happening? "Yes," she said, finally, "Dinner." She rapped her knuckles against the podium, and just like that the empty place settings were filled.
The food was different at each place, but unfamiliar to everyone looking at it. While it was aesthetically beautiful, not one person had a recognizable dish. Yet, should they find the courage to partake of the meal, they would find it delectable, precisely suited to their tastes at that moment. The first wine was a white, and appeared to shimmer the pale rainbows of an opal. Upon tasting, it's not so much a taste as a feeling, like springtime buds blooming on the drinker's tastebuds. (Luckily, no flowers actually bloomed.) The second was a red, and seemed to absorb the light around it. (It tasted of blackcurrant and wild cherry, and of watching the stars come out.)
"Enjoy," she said.
The next GM post will come on Thursday.
After that GM post, entry will be closed.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2017 6:44 am
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The way Jamie lit up at Lily's greeting was obvious. It was a small and silly thing, but he loved nicknames—good, kind nicknames, anyway. They made him feel special. They made him feel important to someone.
No surprise he took her hand when it was offered, squeezing gently, enjoying the feeling of pack.
There was a smile on his face, small and soft because Ollie didn't seem quite as off-put about the whole raccoon thing as he used to. Jamie wouldn't jump excitedly to answer the question for her this time, though. He'd let Lily hold her own conversation.
"I'm a snowshoe," he said cheekily, "but you both kn-" His mind caught fire like a literal exclamation mark in that instant and his eyes grew wide. This time he looked over to the noble table where Shiloh sat.
Bean?! he responded to Shiloh, all the urgency and embarrassment in their headspace mingling with his words. His fingers itched with the urge to run over and cradle their sprout-child, but everyone was already settled and dinner was starting and Silk was talking and oh god Jamie was suddenly having a harder time focusing on anything.
Would it be rude to get up now?? he asked, then continued, No, no, nevermind... I'm sure it'll be okay. Watch out for Bean, okay?
The poor, poor sprout. He was too young, too innocent to be in an awful place like this. Internally, Jamie wept.
Externally, he stared down at the unfamiliar food and tried to smooth over the mental panic. Was this safe to eat? Wait, was that wine? Oh no, he was underage, would it be weird to drink it anyway?? Would anyone care???
Jamie pursed his lips and didn't eat or drink, at least not right away.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 3:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 3:51 pm
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Leila was late. It made little difference to her, though, surprisingly. She'd been to dozens of conferences in her life, and had walked in on talks underway more times than she cared to count. Handling an untimely entrance was simple: all you need to do is not make a show of yourself and the people around you won't care much. It happened to everyone. Surely this sort of thing happened in conferences like this one, too.
Clicking footsteps and low creaks and clucks served as a quiet announcement of Biscuit's presence as well. The hen followed closely behind as Leila took her seat at the warg table, and when she was led to sit on the cushion next to the chair she only remained there for a second -- instead opting to jump up into Leila's lap and sit there.
"Oh, you poor baby," she cooed at the bird.
There were familiar faces all around, including Horace nearby. As she peered suspiciously down at her plate of food, she also sent him a thought: Anything important happen yet?
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 5:47 pm
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Rabbit hunched forward, rather casually all things considered, and in spite of his surroundings and the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the air around here, he found himself smirking at his food. The dish in front of him was whimsical and light, reminiscent of clouds over a shimmering sea, and when he picked off a piece with his fingers and brought it to his lips it tasted of blueberry pancakes.
"Pretty good," he muttered. The wine was too. Even so, he only had a couple more bites and one more sip of each before he sat taller and focused on the rest of the room. Chickens, minks, sprouts, squirrels. This was shaping up to be quite the party.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 6:23 pm
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Silk was very good at standing still and looking at nothing in particular. The moment she seemed to realize Preacher was out and about as a mink was obvious, however; her eyebrows lifted and she stood up straighter. "Ugh," she said. Her further opinions on the topic were kept to herself.
At the warg table, Aleksy and Lara have been chatting with each other about persons of their shared acquaintance. Aleksy's stated dislike for most cops doesn't appear to extend to lawyers. "The mirror house is still shut up," Lara was saying apologetically. "I know you'd like to take a look and see if your body's still there, but I'm still not sure that's wise."
Aleksy said something in Russian that sounded not very nice. Instead of wine, he had something sparkly and clear. Each bubble that rose to the surface popped gold, glittery light. It was fancy lookin' as ********. "Why do the people from the death world come to ours," he complained. It was impossible to tell if it was a good-natured complaint or not.
"You died in this world, too," said Lara, and Aleksy flapped a hand at her dismissively. His plate had nothing on it at all.
Ezra glanced aside at Rabbit. On Leila's entrance, he had become visibly more tense, and generally--he didn't seem to be a happy camper. He finished his glass of white wine and set it down.
The official GM post for today will arrive at 9pm PDT
After that point no new entries will be allowed
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 7:00 pm
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He met Ezra's glance with a look that read
Yes, Father?
but quickly degenerated into
sorry, yeah, okay, fine, maybe i just ate the first bite of my dinner with my fingers, but i picked up my fork for the other two i swear and i'm sorry about the clothes i thought the magic would take care of them and i can't change now because it would be kind of weird, right, are you okay? you look a little... hm... do you want my red i'm not going to drink it
Rabbit swallowed, shoulders rolling forward a little to try and hide the mogwai on his t-shirt.
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