Life is a beautiful fairytale?

[lostinmyway]

Who: lostinmyway, xelhes, shadedsunlight, and whatdeheckisdat
What: A retelling of Sleeping Beauty with a sleeping beauty, a Peepit-winged Good Fairy, a Wicked Fairy who really has to work at it, and a 100% genuine Handsome Prince.
When: September 27
Where: House 34 to start, but who knows after that.
Summary: This.
Rating: Can anything with Grune go over PG?

Comments

I'm good either way, too, even if I'm more used to tags -- I'll follow with whatever people want.

[xelhes]

Fenimore swallows. "You know, Grune, you're not supposed to just have cookies for a feast."

She hasn't bothered to address Grune as "Princess Grune" because being a fairy totally gives her the right to speak familiarily with someone she knows, right? We'll pretend that's the case.

But then she grins a little. "But I guess if it's a special occasion, it's all right. That'd be great, Grune. Thanks."

Fenimore has not been particularly lucky in terms of getting her appearance changed naturally -- she had just been left with the compulsion. So she had gone to the clothing shop for a dress and a hat. Her Luceti wings would have to do in place of the more bug-like wings common on a fairy for now. She's also had to scrounge for a wand, coming up with a rather bigger dolphin rod from a previous experiment.

(Meanwhile, an extra guest to the party was wandering around in the background in the form of her pet Peepit bird.)

Sounds like a plan!

[lostinmyway]

Grune pauses in the middle of retrieving more cookies. "Oh, aren't I? Would you like something else to eat, too?"

Come to think of it, it seems like a bit of a small feast, doesn't it? Hmm. Maybe she should invite some more people.

[xelhes]

"No, it's fine." As if to demonstrate this, Fenimore gets up in order to snag a cookie from Grune. "It's not every day we celebrate your...."

She hesitates. Birth? That's what her brain is telling her, but other parts of her brain are questioning what in the world would make her think that. Grune is definitely too old for that, and surely even she couldn't forget the celebration that long.

"...Your you," she eventually settles on. Then she smirks a little. "And it's not a bad idea to put the fairy in a good mood before the blessings."

The satisfied way she chomps down on the cookie suggests that this has been accomplished.

[lostinmyway]

Grune smiles and sits down, setting the plate of cookies between them. "Yes, that's a good idea. I wonder what kind of blessing it will be."

I'm sorry this is so late. New thread here so the above can keep going.

[shadedsunlight]

What? What? A party and she wasn't invited? What insult was this? What mockery?

Under normal circumstances, Ginia wouldn't have known or cared she wasn't invited to a dinner or picnic or whatever it was at Grune's place (after all, Grune was the only person she knew there and she hardly wanted to intrude), but today that was unforgivable. Time for a cursing!

There was a loud bang at the front door as Ginia kicked the door open, realizing shortly after that was far too dramatic and quite rude. Assuming the house didn't repair the slightly broken frame itself, she'd come back and fix things once this was all over. But what? No! It was their fault they didn't invite her! That door deserved to be broke! Standing in the doorway, Ginia glowered angrily, dark blue wings fluttering in agitation.

No worries! You're fashionably late. <3

[lostinmyway]

Grune is just picking up another cookie when suddenly their door crashes open, surprising her with a very loud noise indeed.

"Hello?" she calls, and then she sees--is it Ginia or the Wicked Fairy? She's really not sure, but she does know that whoever this person is, she doesn't look very happy.

"Oh, my, what's wrong?"

<3

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia huffs a bit as she comes further into the house. She looks over the spread set out for dinner and scoffs. Well! It wasn't as if she needed to be here anyway! The food probably wasn't very good at all!

Even if those cookies look delicious. And is that a lemon tart?

No matter! Ginia quickly takes out her notepad and angrily scribbles out a message for Grune to read.

You didn't invite me! How could you? I thought we were friends!

Ginia pauses before adding on a quick postscript.

I mean, I know we're still friends. Is that a lemon tart?

/slow threadjack iffin that be okay

[xelhes]

That part where Fenimore fellow over in surprise when the door flew off and may have hidden under the table for a moment? Didn't happen. Okay?

After it becomes apparant that the woman is more about writing things down than doing anything evil, she lets her curiosity get the better of her instincts that this woman is bad news. Who is the Goddamn Good Fairy around these parts? So she pops up and glances over Grune's shoul -- okay, no. She's, like, 20 cm shorter than Grune. It's more like under Grune's shoulder.

Her good fairy instincts -- this woman was bad news! -- collide with her normal instincts -- that tart looks delicious -- collide and she quietly snatches the lemon tart. She's probably justified, anyway. The evil fairy probably wanted to do evil with that tart, anyway.

[whatdeheckisdat]

I was actually considering PMing you this evening, XD;

[lostinmyway]

Indeed there are princesses to be rescued! In fact, there's one in distress very close by.

...A very strange kind of distress, at that. In the front garden of House 34, Grune is lying in the grass, fast asleep. Not far away is a spindle, loose thread trailing carelessly away. And surrounding her...well.

There are small potted cacti. And potted crown-of-thorns. And, after Good Fairy Fenimore got tired of carrying around pots, a scattered bouquet of roses. It's her protection for the Sleeping Beauty, all right?

So, Handsome Prince. Dare you brave the brambles?

[whatdeheckisdat]

+1! But -1 for my need to go to bed, sigh.

[lostinmyway]

Sorry, Dhaos, but she is out cold. Even colder than usual, anyway. There's only one thing that can wake her up right now, and it isn't a gentle shake to the shoulder. Or a rough one, either.