A-questing we will go

[thalassino]

Characters: Carol and all of you people
Location: In front of the castle that was once the Station Master's house
Time: Afternoon!
Style: Up to you lovely people!
Status: OPEN; threadjack and spam at will. Carol will be fluttering around reluctantly.

[If any Vatheonite takes the time today to take a look around the castle, they will find a very, very grumpy fairy godmother fluttering around.

Look, it's Carol, in full-costume and fluttering her wings and looking very sour indeed.]

Play along, he says. Grant wishes, he says. Ugh!

[She looks like she might snap that wand, oops. But she's also fluttering next to a crude, poorly done sign that says Quests for heroes!

...Maybe she'll give you a quest if you go talk to her?


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ooc: let's get some questing going, Vatheonites! No fairy tale is complete without a plot, right? If you have a quest in mind, you're welcome to use this log to play it out and get people in on it; just mark the subject line Title of quest | Location | Open/Closed. If you don't have an idea for a quest or would like to talk to Carol, that's perfectly fine too; just mark those threads with Castle to indicate where your characters are! She'll only be sticking around the castle, so she won't be going on any quests with you guys.]

Comments

CASTLE

[bethehugejerk]

[While Karkat has been reluctant to go out and about in the guise he's been stuck in for the week, the allure of flying is too hard to resist forever, particularly as a niggling urge in the back of his mind has started to take place. Help people, it says. He's not quite conscious of it, but perhaps it's that strange feeling that has led him to the castle. Magic calling to magic. Maybe just coincidence.]

[Or a cruel mun.]

[But as he nears the landmark structure, he can't help but notice the fluttering of another winged figure down below. Could... could it be another...? He hovers above, hesitant, then lowers slowly that he might get a better look--]

You?

[And despite all good logic, morbid curiosity (and perhaps desire for mutual misery--I mean sympathy) leads him down to a spot near her.]

At least I'm not alone in this bullshit.

[thalassino]

[Oh, it was truly meant to be.

But Carol just blinks at him. There's a pause in which she tries to decide if she should mock him or laugh or what--

But in the end she just sighs, vaguely amused.]

Nice wings.

[She flutters her own, indicating that she feels much the same way about everything.]

[bethehugejerk]

[... Wings. Right. Bright red and gold and fuck his life, he's cringing them back, why did he come out here even if humans couldn't care less about his blood.]

Do me a favor and don't say anything about them. Don't think I won't feed you your own wand otherwise, because I will make sure you consume every last piece of it.

[His arms cross. Fuck, he shouldn't even be here, but... but he feels like he should be. That only tugs more at him when he notices the sign.]

So what's this quest crap? Because I'm sure not about to hand any out myself.

[thalassino]

[She just laughs at that, shaking her head.]

Wow, you're even noisier in person. I didn't think that was possible.

...But I dunno, really. I was just told to hand out quests, so here I am. With some new wings and a heck of a lot more glitter than I ever needed.

[bethehugejerk]

Wonders never cease.

[Eyeroll.]

Any chance you've got any quests for pants you could give me? Or at least less sparkles? I've been trailing the damn things everywhere I go since the curse took effect.

[420]

[Gamzee has been bumming around the castle for the best part of the day. Not to do quests or anything silly like that --though he is not about to say no if someone asks him along-- but because it is an excellent spot to meet old and new friends and shoot the wicked shit with that.

His long ears prick up when he hears Karkat's voice, and his face grows more excited. Excellent. His moirail is here. He hadn't seen him in a few days, but seems like it was prime time to show off his tail. Maybe Karkat had a tail too. Or crabby parts. Yeah. That'd be cool.

Wandering around aimlessly, trying to find his best bro, he's not having much luck of it, until he finally catches his voice again and... dude. seriously. You motherfuckin' serious here?

Holy fuck, sparkly dress.]

...Karkat?

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat was invested in the task of being grumpy and wanting pants and vaguely sympathizing with someone he doesn't really trust completely, but here Gamzee has to interrupt him. Rude! Except, out of anyone, it's the clown who could be relied on most to not judge him for the cruel hand this curse has dealt. Either that or stare in awe, as every slight flick of a wing produces a bit of sparkly fairy dust.]

[When he turns back to face his moirail, however, he winds up staring, himself.]

Gamzee? What the hell are you supposed to me?

[420]

Uuh. I'm like... a fuckin' goat, but they done went and only gave me half of it.

[Yes, that makes sense! The rest of his goat body is still in transit somewhere.]

Uh, Bro are you...

[Stare]

... are you fuckin' sparkling here?

[bethehugejerk]

[Actually, it completely does, considering Eridan's half-snake body. But at the question, he can't help but sigh.]

... Yeah. Yeah, I am. I goddamn magical splendor made form, with a tacky dress on top.

[420]

Are you...

[Staaaaare. There is only one question to be asked here, really.]

Are you a fuckin' girl now, bro? Uh. Sis?

[bethehugejerk]

[Gamzee he will murder you in your sleep for that.]

No, I am not a girl! Do I sound like a chick? Have I magically sprouted boobs out of nowhere? No, I have not, and I assure you I am entirely male in all manners. Just because they stuck me in a dress doesn't change my gender, jackass!

[420]

[He could be a very flat girl. In fact, Gamzee imagines that is his best friend were to be a girl, Karkat wouldn't exactly be very top heavy. Nubby horns, nubby tiny boobs.

Not that he spends a lot of time imagining Karkat as a girl.

He probably shouldn't say any of this.]

Get your settle down on, bro. Just getting my check at here. You know this hood got magic what we can't even all get our imagine on for.

[bethehugejerk]

Gamzee, I have magic this week. Hell, if I wanted, I could probably turn myself into a girl right now, and you too, but that is decidedly not what I want.

[420]

Magic? Fuck, you got hella lucky, bro.

[All he has is a tail! It is a really cute one though, so that compensates a little.]

[bethehugejerk]

I'm not lucky; I'm stuck in a dress and I can't make myself a pair of pants. I have tried. Repeatedly. I'd take being a weird goat thing before that any day.

[420]

You get to fuckin' work miracles. That's motherfuckin' amazing being. And you all got yourself a wicked set of flappers. How ain't that lucky?

[bethehugejerk]

... Okay, so the flying is cool. But not the color or the dress or the sparkles or any of the stylistics on this thing. Do you know what I'm supposed to be called? A fairy godmother. Godmother! Not even godfather, which just fucking figures, even though they didn't stick me with tits or anything. Which I am not complaining about, still, so don't even think that for a second. At least the goat thing makes sense for you, but this makes none in the slightest. You could take this whole situation, flip it upside down, and shake it for a solid hour, and not one damn piece of logic would tumble from its pockets.

[420]

[Holy torrent of words, troll batman.

Gamzee just lets is flow over him, though he is paying attention. More or less.]

...godmother? What the fuck is a godmother?

[bethehugejerk]

I don't know! They make dresses or something, I guess? Because I sure as fuck am not an earth human contributor of genetic material towards a child. I haven't even adopted any kids. At all. Taking care of our grub selves was entirely different, especially when John's a trickster spider god this week.

[420]

So...

[Let him think about this. He's got this. He has this shit figured out.]

They all made you to be Kanaya?

1/2

[bethehugejerk]

What? No, they--

[Wait a second. Wait.]

[Dresses sure count as fashion. The motherly thing's not that off the mark, considering her relation to the Dolorosa, and how she looked over the matriorb. He's even wearing something bright and colorful.]

2/2

[bethehugejerk]

Hell, you're right.

[Excuse him while he buries his face.]

[420]

[YES. HE IS A GENIUS. G N I U S.

Ambling over, he reaches up to pat Karkat on the back, careful of his wings.]

It's chill, bro. Could all be worse.

[bethehugejerk]

[There's an E in that word, Gamzee.]

[The back pat doesn't help much, earning only a sulky look his way.]

Worse how?

[420]

[WELL MAYBE IT IS SILENT.

He smiles a little, patting him again.]

Could be Equius.

[Sorry, matesprit. He loves you, but he knows Karkat's feelings on the matter.]