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Right, so I can't be the only one who's noticed that things are getting... a little out of hand, what with the scorch marks, the goo, the Quad pies, the random explosions, the monster dung, the cats --

I'm just going to pre-empt you all and ask what needs to be cleaned up.

- Garden Staff

By the way, can we stick to blowing up cakes and not the toilets? I'm serious, no one's going to be happy if I end up marking those out of bounds.

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[Sounds like someone's jogging along the ceiling! Oh, but wait, that would be defying gravity -- oh, but wait, the Prince doesn't care about that.

Look up and receive a faceful of scarf:

> Yes
> No
> How about a falling Prince instead?

Careful, he's kind of heavy...]

(OOC: Thanks to the superpowers event, the Prince gets to reject gravity at will whenever he decides to go wallrunning/ceiling crawling/Spidermanning -- well, moreso than usual. Expect to see him abuse this at every given opportunity.

Please let me know if you'd rather avoid having the Prince falling on your character -- if it just makes things awkward and unfunny, then we can skip that. Also, he'll be making an extra effort not to crash down on any women. Menfolk, however, are in for it.

ALSO ALSO kids on detention, feel free to jump in and complain. He'll be calling on you for help :|b)

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[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ If there's anyone who'd be unfazed by RANDOM SCARF, it's this lady. In fact, she takes the material daintily in hand and tugs on it, very lightly, like a bell. Ding ding, hello up there!

She's dressed in all blacks from her chin to her ankles, black boots and black gloves. The expression on her face is something along the lines of: :CCCCC. Princess needs hugs. ]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's that one person who hasn't tried to strangle him with his own scarves.]

...hey, Princess.

[He takes a couple of steps and crouches on the ceiling, pushing off as though to handstand. Instead it lets him sever whatever's holding him there and drops him neatly on the floor in front of Elika. The Prince approaches, holding his arms out to fold her into a hug.]

Doing okay? Does anything hurt?

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Doing...well. Let me get back to you on that if all this-- [ motioning to herself ] --goes away.

[ She lets him wrap her up in his arms, body relaxing perceptibly against his. She makes a small, pained noise into his chest. ]

I didn't think being without Ormazd's power would be so...

[ Hard? Empty-feeling? ]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

You better. I gotta say, I almost like all this better on Fenris than on you if they keep forcing you to cover up so much. A little mystery goes a long way, but this is a bit much, don't you think?

[He walks his fingers up the back of her neck, playing with her collar and her hair.]

Dim? Dark? Gloomy? Sorry, Princess, but you're gonna have to get used to turning on the lights like the rest of us -- it's tough, I know, but you'll make it. Or make me do it, I think either one works.

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ Very much enjoying the feeling of his hands on her neck. Several days in bed, and she's been tense ever since. She doesn't even care who's watching, at this point.

Amused by his comment--her clothes aren't tight, but they are snugly cut--she smirks lazily up at him. ]

Oh, you've found a new appreciation for Fenris, then? Do tell. He is handsome.

[ She reaches up, cupping his stubbly cheek. ] Here I was, thinking you already carried a torch for me.

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[He leans in a little, smirking right back.]

Fenris? Nah, forget Fenris. But the markings... well, I'd be lying if I said they looked bad on you. Sure you don't wanna show me just how far they go?

[waylights.livejournal.com]

I'll leave your imagination to it.

[ After discreetly checking that they aren't being watched, she stands on the tips of her toes and kisses him, slow and soft. He nose touches his, and her hand slides down to take purchase on his shoulder. ]