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[der_umgekehrte]

[It's been an eventful two days for a sailor stolen away by the Fair Folk. Styles is in an officer's quarters, even though it's all made of metal and glass. There are books on the shelf (at least one of them thoroughly indecent, and he can't read the others, so they've been stacked in the closet

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[flashy_magic]

Ugh. Is there any reason you think we wish to be audience to this?

[der_umgekehrte]

[God's teeth the shaving mirror is possessed.

Styles throws it into the other room.

And comes out a minute later when he's got the foam rinsed off, and peers at it from a cautious distance.]

Are you a fairy queen, ma'am?

[flashy_magic]

Well. That was a bit of an overreaction. And yes, I am.

[der_umgekehrte]

Begging your pardon, ma'am, but shaving mirrors don't often talk back to me.

I don't mean to be rude, beg your Majesty's pardon, but where are we?