Girls' Night In

The welcoming smell of fresh cooked food comes from one of rental rooms at the Fernwood Pub. Fruit, fresh baked bread, sliced meats, an array of adult beverages and a stew of some kind are set out on one of the small room's tables, offering something equivalent to a mini Alexandrian buffet, though sized for a small gathering.

The location might seem a little unusual, as Rune and Harkashan certainly are capable enough adventurers to own their own place. However, they really have never set down 'roots' anywhere, so a room at the inn is the best the half-sil has to offer in the way of entertaining guests. The door is propped open for arrivals.

Harkashan has been dismissed from the room, it seems, likely just so there is space enough for everyone and because dye doesn't do much for the Makari. Instead, Rune is bustling around, seemingly preparing three small pots of dye as she waits for the others to arrive.

The Goblin peeks around the doorway, peering inside curiously. She gasps at the food laid out, so much in one little room. Giggling, she runs in, to throw her arms around Rune, hugging at the Half-Sil's waist.

"This is quite the setup, Rune! Goodness, and thank you!" Clasping her hands together, Simony offers up a quick blessing and a prayer, giving thanks for the (about to be inhaled) meal.

Sniffing at the pots of dye, she wonders, "What colours are you trying out?"

A certain fortunamancer had been looking forward to this event. Hang outs and sleeps overs where totally her thing. Slixvah bounds up the stairs three at a time and jogs to Rune's room. "Ruruuuuuuuuu~!" she coos down the hall all sing song, skidding to a halt.

The incredibly fluffiness has been tamed to a shiny finish, as she's preened proper from head to toe. In one hand is a bag of clinking glass. The other? A basket of ribbons. Why? Why not! "Oh this all looks delightful!"

She grins down at Simony, capturing the two in each wing for a hug before setting her things down. "Hiya Mony!"

Fidget is running a little late, not unusual for the distractable goblin, she probably had a hard time picking out clothes and/or spells for the occasion. Well, it must have been spells, because as she arrives, she's in her usual outfit with the jacket and the petticoat and the fantastic hat, and she's got a bag of goodies too.

Hurrying past the door, and then pausing, sniffing the air, and turning back - Fidget finds the right room with a toothy grin, "Something smells delicious! I hope it's not one of you!" she jokes and bites at the air. Then she slips inside and waves to the room, "Hii~ everyone!" she says cheerfully, not taking a seat yet.

As her ecclectic group of friends begins to arrive, Rune's expression brightens like weight is lifted off her shoulders. It is not often that people just get together because they enjoy each other's company. There is usually some dread that is being held over one of them or the world at large.

She slips one arm down around Simony's shoulders and the other around Slixvah, leaning into both briefly before gifing a soft laugh. "It's not often we get together for something fun, so why not go all out, right?" As Fidget arrives just after, she raises a hand in greeting to the fashionable Goblin, "Plenty of food, but no biting the guests unless they want you to." She warns with an amused scrunch of her nose.

With Simony peaking at the pots, Rune opens them up and mixes them so that she can see. One is blue, one is purple, and one is red. "You know I'm partial to blue, but I think I'll add a little of the purple this time. There's enough for everyone to colorize themselves, though, if you want."

Simony laughs at the hug being enveloped in another hug. She struggles a moment to get a hand partly around Slixvah, and she squeezes both women fondly. "Slix, hello!"

Her nose wrinkles at the smell of the dyes after inhaling a good snootful, and the albino holds up a lock of her pale, white hair. "Is it permanent, or does it wash out?", she wonders. "Blue seems a solid choice but uhm I ... I will go with purple."

As Fidget arrives, the Gobbo turns and aims a jumping hug at the other. "Fidget!"

"It could be me," Slix winks to Fidget before cackling and giving a wave hello as she nudges Rune's head in the hug. She sets her things down, pulling out Egalrin spirits and adding them to the available drinks. And in the basket? Egalrin dyes! "These are free fo' anyone. They'll wash out in water. Works on hair!"

The witch peers over shoulders to look at the dyes. "Oooh, those turned out nice! I might-- hey! I can get some blue and purple ta match ya!" she snickers.

She swipes a drink and several snacks before settling into a chair, ribboned wings lazily splayed out behind her. "Thanks fo' organizing thi', Ruru, feels good ta kick back and chill, yeah?"

Getting the impression that everyone is here, Fidget nudges the door closed to keep the delicious smell from teasing the other inn guests. She slips out her contributions to the snacks from the bag she had draped over her arm, a bottle of amber liquid that comes with a flint and steel, a bundle of meat sticks that are heavily spiced, and some very brightly coloured little cupcakes carefully nestled in a bowl with a cloth over it."Purple is one of the best colours!"

Fidget accepts the pounced hug with a stumble and hugs Simony back enthusiastically, "And now I can get dressed for the party!" Fidget says excitedly, stepping back and tugging at her sleeves for a moment before her entire illusory outfit dissolves into another, much more party-themed one.

From the fact that Simony is stepping on fluffy toes, this one must be real.

The nose-wrinkle from Simony is met with a soft chuckle form Rune. "I'd say it's semi-permanent. I can usually go a three weeks with this mixture before it fades out enough that I need to dye it again." She explains. Thankfully, it looks like Slixvah has more temporary options. "Or that!"

She then, reaches out and lightly ruffles Slixvah's head feathers. "Looks like you're out of the fluffies at last. All the feathers grown back in?"

The array of beverages has piqued her interest though, and Rune seems about to go get herself a glass when Fidget makes a magical-girl transformation worth the draw of the eye. Letting out a low whistle, she nods, "Nice effect. Some kind of magic?"

The Goblin gasps, "Oh, Slivvie, the cream works for you? Fixed up all the spots where the fireball burned your feathers?" Simony does a walkaround Slixvah, grinning. "And you brought dyes too?" As talk of treats and gifts is had, the Gobbo pulls off her backpack.

"I brought something tasty, though I am shamed to admit I didn't make it myself. Apple butter tarts! They're so good! I had one or two... okay, four... just to be sure!" A neat box is pulled from her pack, and a dozen tarts with tin foil on their bottoms are neatly stacked into a little pyramid.

She nods in agreement, "Purple is a pretty good colour! But red is also a great colour too! I already know what I want to do."

Simony's 'party' wear is a simple sleeping shift, something easily worn under her robes, which are easily discarded. No slippers, she bounces about bare foot.

"Food, hair colouring... and gossip?", Simony wonders.

Slix gives a soft gasp and claps in approval of Fidget's comfort. "Cozy!" she croons. Opting for the same idea, she doffs her many robes and shawls, save for a cyan vest and flowy grey shorts. She imbibes. "Ye ye, Egalrin gots loads of dyes! M'brother uses a LOT of purple."

Then giggles from the ruffle, a thrum echoing in the back of her throat. "Mmm! Yes! Grown back! Aelwyn helped me preen all th' long ones out. I got a toooon of quills!" A rifle into her robes. A fistful of red and white feathers, a couple of feet in length. "Want some?"

"Aye, it did Mon!" she grins, one of her signature feathers animating, unraveling to scoop up a tart as Simony present them. A chomp.

But Simony brings up the /topic/. Her eyes gleam. "Gossip... yesssss," Slix smirks. "I got plent'."

"Yup", Fidget answers Rune, slipping those sleeves off, and waving them at her, "These! They put on whatever clothes you want! And they're really easy to make too, I was thinking of getting Simony a pair so she can sneak out of the monastery when she gets bored. Wanna try?" the goblin asks excitedly, and finds a spot on the bed to climb up onto and get comfy, settling the sleeves on her lap, and wiggling her slippered feet with faces on.

"Oh, I didn't make any of the food myself, I was busy figuring out my outfit. Making food is not one of my many talents." Fidget adds humbly. "And I'm not sure if I have any exciting gossip, I'll wrack my memories and see if I find something interesting."

"Oooh! Feathers! Yes, please!" Fidget thrusts her hands out to accept this new accessory.

Temporarily free of distraction, Rune pours herself a drink and takes a long swig, seeming all too happy to simply have a night amongst friends. "Make yourselves comfortable. The place is ours for the night. I sent Harkashan off to talk to his kin in Mictlan." Sometimes, it's good to be able to dismiss your man for the night.

There's a curious glance at the magical sleeves before Rune shakes her head with a soft laugh. "My fashion sense is non-existant. The couple of nice outfits I have are all due to an Sil noble who made me a pet project for a few weeks." With a roll of her eyes, Rune grabs one of the dye pots in one hand, her drink in the other, then sits on the flat storage chest at the end of the bed.

Once both are set down, she looks up, looking a little surprised at the offer of feathers, but Rune accepts a couple. "I'm sure I can work these into a few outfits." If nothing else, they are a keepsake from a close friend.

Then, brows lifting, Rune seems curious about the gossip on tap. "I don't know if I have too much to offer, myself. Maybe just one."

The albino reaches up to take three feathers, two white, and one red. She admires them for a time, her expression thoughtful. "I'm going to make one of the white ones a quill pen. The other two... I'm going to weave them into my hair, or tie them up somehow. Thank you very much, Slixvah. These are great. And it's nice to have them knowing that they weren't stolen from a bird, that they are gifts!"

Simony snags up two of the apple butter tarts, and offers one to Fidget. "Don't forget to remove the tinfoil cup on the bottom. It does not add to the flavor, it actually detracts from it." She tilts back the other tart, it swiftly slipping into her maw. Chewing noisily, she crinkles up the foil, and leaves it by her stuff.

"I uhm am not sure if I have much that counts as gossip. Stuff that I could talk about that's related to me, but that's rather prideful and uhm, who gossips about themselves?" Simony looks closer at the dragon slipper on fidget's foot. "That's pretty neat!"

Slix fires a smile over towards Fidget. "Those things are fun. I gots some for special occasions." She taps a plain brown robe. "This one lets you change /yourself/ tho'! Lots of fun!" Feathers are passed out, them multi purpose things. "'eh, me thinks ya got plenty of natural fashion Ruru, regardless of dumb noble events. Ya make a lot look good!"

One leg crosses over another, a cheeky smile plastered on her face. "Shasha's out then. Man I needed thi'." Another big swig, and she leans forward towards one of the dye pots. Time to get stylin'. "Ya welcome, Moni! They're very useful. Fun fact- did ya know feathers that fall from an Egalrin's first flight and are caught befo' they touch th' ground are considered super good luck?"

Noting the warning about foil, she looks expectantly from Rune to Simony. "Gossip's gossip," she affirms, smiling. "I got /tons/. Bout me, others. Ruru! Lay it on girl, what'chu got?"

"No, I didn't know that... did you catch any feathers from your first flight?" Something else that may have been said is bitten back. "Obviously the luck part is true, yes?" Simony sees now the alcohol, and she goes to get herself a drink. Choosing something at random, she pours herself a mug of it. Her nose wrinkles as she sniffs at it, but tilts the mug back and downs it in one, noisy go.

Her cheeks flush a mottled red immediately, and Simony rubs at her neck. "S.s..strong.", she croaks.

"Er, you don't have to get me a pair, Fidget, but I may commission you to make a pair, if you're able t'create th'm."

Holding the feathers she got, one of each colour, Fidget ponders how this can be incorporated into her attire, looking herself, and the others, up and down with a thoughtful look. "Not sure yet. Something'll come to me." the goblin says and puts them into the bag she brought.

Taking a tart and flicking it out of the cup and into a surprisingly wide mouth, Fidget does the magic trick of making it disappear. Then she eyes the foil, and makes direct eye contact with Simony while she bites off a bit of the foil, chews it thoughtfully and audibly, and then swallows. "Yup, better without the foil." she agrees, and discards the rest of the foil.

"I dunno, I wouldn't mind hearing your Simony-gossip, Simony. I'm sure you know lots of interesting stuff. Like which of the boy-monks you like, or maybe the girl-monks?" Fidget says and beams at the goblin teasingly.

After taking another 'healthy' drink from her glass, Rune reaches into her pockets and pulls out a set of gloves, since having blue fingers would not be a very fashionable thing. "I... don't know if my gossip is appropriate if we want to keep things light-hearted." She gives a glance towards Slixvah, as if the Egalrin might already know some of whatever it is. Then, she looks over to Simony, "Though, we do need to talk about serious stuff, and soon."

She seems to think, as if trying to dig through her thoughts for anything else. "Well, I know Slixvah has heard about this already, but there's a new Crimson Pen novel out about Harkashan. I'm... sort of in it, but they've got me as a fainting damsel with a parasol, so it's... hardly accurate." Not that the Pen's novels are ever accurate.

"There's also the matter of Cor'lana and the rumor that she's pregnant with a werewolf baby." She adds, though this seems almost like an after thought.

Then, she starts to dip her fingers into the blue dye, reaching up for strands of hair to rub the dye into as she talks.

GAME: Rune takes ten on bluff: (10)+26: 36
GAME: Slixvah rolls sense motive+2: (19)+6+2: 27
GAME: Fidget rolls sense motive: (7)+1: 8

Slix grins towards Simony. "Of 'course they do. Everything does. These jus' a lil' mo'. A good friend of mine, an egalrin lawyer named Integrity caught them fo' me. I gave him one. Another one of my partners has another. Pretty sun elf bard wit' a crazy nack fo' pickin' locks of the secrets."

She giggles at Simony's bravery, opts to swap to something harder, and takes a big gulp of that one. Her face floofs some. Looks like its kicking in. A giggle escapes her from the teasing. "I knoooow ya got somethin', Simony," she croons.

She grins at Rune, snickering. "OOOOooooh, that book? You mean--" she rifles into a pocket on her robe and pulls out a book titled 'The Passion of the Dragon', "--this one?!"

She's howling in laughter.

It lasts for a little while before sighing and wiping her eyes off, slipping over to sit next to Rune and watch the hair dying process. "Mmm. Yeah, I don' believe tha'. I'll ask 'bou ttha' biz 'nother time. Gotta talk wit' Telly boy 'bout stuff."

"I..." Her face flushes more deeply on hearing Fidget's suggestion, and her questions. One can almost see and hear the steam coming out of Simony's ears, as they begin to share the same colour as her cheeks. "W.w.w well, I do like..." Her voice lowers as she continues on awkwardly. "I do like girls, but also boys. I find myself attracted to both, you know? Is uh.. is that normal?"

Her eyes squint at the novel's title, and she gestures with a snort. "Aww, Rune, that is terrible... and titillating also. Fainting damsel? Perhaps they ought to swap the rolls. Not that Harkashan /is/ one, but you certainly aren't! It'd make more sense, comedically, if he fainted at first *hiccup* Uh 's'cuse me! His character should faint, and yours be the brave one... I've seen you work, and good gods woman, you often don't leave much for the others to do, except to patch up your holes." The albino cackles noisily.

"As for other gossip, only one bit at a time, we all have'ta share somethin'. Though!" Simony holds up a hand. "Why don't we get to the serious shtuff first, b'fore we start getting sloshed, so we can make sense of it. Silly stuff after, where we can laugh off the serious mood. S'good?"

"Oh, *that's* the book that you mentioned, Slixvah? It does look like an ~interesting~ read, can I borrow it later?" Fidget asks while giggling at Slix's laughter fit, and peering at the cover, which is hard to read with the way Slix is shaking.

She pauses before replying to Simony, "It's not normal, but it's not not-normal either. Just different things for different people. But I get it, boys are fun in one way, and girls are fun in another way, and why just pick one." Fidget laughs a bit and then adds, "Or so I've read, anyways." she adds with a shrug. "I also read that werewolves are fun in a different-er way, too. We should ask Cor'lana sometime, after we get *her* drunk."

"Speaking of which, if we're gonna discuss serious stuff..." and the goblin speaks some arcane words and then gestures to the bottle that Simony had poured from before, the one that made the pale gobbo flush, and it floats over to her, along with a mug, and Fidget pours herself a generous portion.

With Slixvah actually bringing out the book in question, Rune nearly face-palms with her gloved hand. Thankfully, she realizes that her fingers still have dye on them just before touching her face with them. "Yes. That's the one." She mutters. "Guess it was only a matter of time before we drew enough attention for one of those things. Thankfully there's only just one." For now.

With a glance to Simony, Rune offers a supportive smile. "You're attracted to who you're attracted to. Nothing to be ashamed about there." She lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug. "Personally, the bits in people's pants don't matter as much to me as the person, themselves. So male, female, human, sil, makari, egalrin, none of that matters as much as the heart." She thumps her undyed hand against her chest.

As for the attempt to shift them on to serious topics, Rune gives another vehiment shake of her head. "No way. No serious shit tonight. That can wait until tomorrow. Tonight is about good food, good friends, and not worrying about whatever the next cataclysm is going to be."

Slix croons, "Aww, honey." A wing reaches out to rub Simony's back. "Feh, what is normal? Ruru's right. Girl, you see me? I like loads of folks. Ruru! Cute-" a wink thrown towards the half-sil, "-Aelwyn, annoying attractive. Shasha? Hot. Thi' egalrin girl I'm datin'? Gorgeous."

She giggles at the thought. "Shasha bein' the damsel- oh my Ceiwen, get him in a dress!!" the witch cackles, smacking her leg. Oh, she's starting to feel it. It's beyond obvious. Doubly so as she sputters at Fidget's suggestion of werewolves. "Ruru, girl, the moment you star in one I am sooooooo getting you to sign it!"

No serious time? Perfect! Slix gets her own gloves out, her stealing some of Rune's dye as she begins to turn one of the white feathers on her face blue. "Alright! Silly shit! So- I dunno who else noticed, anyone spy tha' Aelwyn's been kinda bein' less of a jerk? I kiiiiinda like him now? Used to, didn', now I do again."

"I j.just feel awkward bringing it up, that's all. Since generally... not that I know from personal experience, but from medical texts... generally uhh, well, guy bits fit into girl bits. Seems to me that that's what nature intends for us to do, t'have chillren." More and more flustered by the moment. "I appreciate both, and I very much believe that y'need ta have th'person matter, no matter th'bits in their pants, as ya do, Rune." Simony nods to the others, "I do 'preciate th'support." The Gobbo snorts at Slixvah. "Shasha is hot... to the touch. You're quite punny at times. An' Aelwyn... heh."

She eyes Fidget with the bottle, and she holds up her mug. "Woul'ya pour another for me, please?"

"Pretty sure boy bits will fit into anything if you leave them alone and bored for long enough." Fidget says with a laugh, and the hovering bottle floats over towards Simony, and Fidget swigs from her own mug with the other hand, "Whew. That is strong stuff. Might even be able to light it on fire." But there's a connection being made while she says that and suddenly it clicks, "Sha-sha...hot...Harkashan?" she had assumed until then that Shasha was just someone she didn't know yet.

"Harkashan in a dress would be really something, yeah! Don't think we could make it happen though, not without him telling me off for mind-controlling people again." Though she doesn't seem overly concerned about the rebuke.

"If you think male-tab-a fitting into female-slot-b is the only way to have a fun time, you're just not being creative enough." Rune offers in response, a wicked sort of smile curving up the corner of her lips. "Besides, not everyone is looking to have children. And not all that are are compatible enough to do so." She dollips some more Dye onto another section of strands, "I'm quite content to be auntie Rune."

As for Fidget's comment about lighting things on fire, Rune gives a playful warning look, "No fire, if we can help it. I already had to pay off the owner of the Fernwood for damages the one time Harkashan flared up with his weird dragon powers and scorched the place."

As for Slixvah's comments regarding Aelwyn, there's a bit of a thoughtful look. "Honestly, Aelwyn is such an enigma I never know what's going on in that head of his. Don't get me wrong, I like him, but I think he takes joy in being confusing and making sure no one knows what's really going on with him."

Slix shrugs, one of her animated feathers taking her drink as she gets more down the beak.. "Eh. Not awkward ta me ta talk 'bout. I mean there is tha' bit 'bout medically, but I'm with Ruru on it. If they got a nice heart, tha's all I need. Ya like what ya like." A matching wicked grin plays on her face with Rune. "And you can get very, very creative! Trrrust me." A closed eye smile. "But- No problem, Moni!"

The witch cannot help but gag on her drink at Fidget. "Bwahahaha, true!" Resuming her dying. "Yuh, Harkashan. Das who I'm talking about." A glance to Rune, and a brow raise. "... flared up with weird dragon powers? Did you... find the dragon's passion?" she teases, elbowing her. "But I getcha."

She rubs her beak with a feather, working on another one on her face. "Yeah, I think he likes trippin' people up. It's so hard ta get info outta him, but I got a lil' bit. Me thinks he's actually taking his raucous audacity a tinge more seriously. He was getting /armor/ fitted. Like, full on breastplate!" she points out. "I was so damn surprised! Ya'll heard his troupe's in town? He thinks somethin's up wit' them. Me thinks somethin' not good."

At Fidget's mention of bored boys, Simony brings her mug to her lips, using it to hid her further embarrassment. "I woul'n't know anthin' about that, I'm sweet an' innocent."

"He is hot, though. To th' touch I mean. I am not surprised if people fight t'have him in their tent during th'Winter."

Another sip is had, but it doesn't stay in her mouth long, coming out her nose and mouth as she turns away from the others. "Gaah!" She coughs and sniffles. "Augh is in mah sinuses! Rune.. dun say such things while Im drinkin'!" The blush on her cheeks, neck and ears simply deepens.

"If ya want Harky in a dress, gotta do it in a boy's way. Get 'im a kilt.", Simony suggests. She glances at Slixvah, "Armor? On Flutter? Waaaaaat? Did he hit is head... ooo wait. It's on fiah, isn'tit?"

"Pretty sure magic could fix the whole interspecies thing." Fidget says in an off-hand manner, not really considering the implications, just noting it as a curious puzzle to solve. She laughs at the others' jokes, and has another hearty swig at the unidentified booze, it's good!

"Wait, Aelwyn is making armour that's on fire, and he didn't ask me! How inconsiderate!" she mock-fumes, "I love making things, and I love fire! That's like, two of my favourite things! Though, making Simony blush is moving up the list fairly quickly." Fidget grins, then the invisible hand sets the bottle down, and she speaks some other magical words, then, talking to the air, she asks it to "Take my hair down, ca~refully this time." and her styling begins to unwind itself as if by magic, the fascinator floating down to rest on the bed by her side.

"Not quite." Rune reponds with a laugh. "Nothing quite so fun, I'm afraid." A few strands are rubbed between her fingers, making sure the dye is fully coating them as she thinks. "I guess that kind of counts as gossip. Hark's got one of those metaphysical magic bonds with an outsider. His just happens to be a dragon that is very protective of anyone trying to mess around in his head. So when that happens, he tends to 'flare' up. Not pleasant to be around."

Thankfully, Simony's laughter from earlier still has that smile plastered to her face, the rogue offering her own innocent expression.

Conversation on Aelwyn, though, has her looking thoughtful. "There's definitely something up with the Crimson Troupe. Something that might be tied up with that strange box and the red jester. I can't get a straight answer out of Aelwyn about it, though." Her brows furrow a little. "As for armor, I mean... we're facing more and more difficult enemies. I'm not surprised he's outfitting himself better for it."

Mony pretends to not hear Fidget, using the partly empty mug as a decoy once again. She watches with curious interest as her hair begins to unwind itself. "Did it pull t'hard th'e first time?", she wonders with a grin. "Hear people pay good money fer that."

Her eyes squint, and she looks to Slixvah. "Shlixx, did ya jus' say Aelwyn said 'is troupe is in trooble?"

As Rune also seems to have information, the albino looks to her a moment, expectantly. "Lemme try, ah can get 'im to t.t.talk." Simony slowly wobbles her way to Slixvah, and leans against the Egalrin. "C.could you die m'hair, Slixx? Pleeeese? Red stripes jus' down th'middle?"

"Suuure," Slix rolls her eyes playfully at Simony, taking another large drink. "Oh absolutely. I ran wit' some makari fo' a lil' bit in Rune- the country- winter time, that goldscale was a godsend camping out."

"Nah, screw tha' jus' a regular dress. I think' a pink one will look cute as heck on him!" Slix opines. "But- no, girls, no! It wasn't on fire! Just reg'lar armor! Th' fact he was wearin' some proper armor is noteworth!"

A good half of the white feathers on her face have been dyed blue , Slix muttering an incantation to clean the gloves off to start working on purple in between the blues. "Ah, that makes sense. I sorta kinda have somethin' like that, but it's waaaaaaaaay more metaphyiscal," she admits in a mote of raw truth. I'm glad ya'll got it resolved, or at least, under control." A though. "Maybe keep a bucket of water nearby?" A teasing smile.

Back to Aelwyn. "Aye. I agree. Mo' enemies tha' are rough. Maybe he wants ta protect tha' flame a bit better," she says, watching the magic unfold with a curious and academic (yet drunken) interest. "Didn't say tha'. I said jus'... keep an eye on th' Troupe. Das all." But then-

The witch's eyes light up. "Oh 'course darlin'!" she coos, finishing up with the purple and cleaning her gloves off once more. Sit on th' floor, I gotcha," she croons, picking up some of the red dye and prepping to get to work.

With her hair disassembled, Fidget instructs the Unseen Servant to fan out her hair in front of her, and then uses her Mage Hand to pick up some dye and start applying it to her own hair, using the permanent dyes of course. Fidget seems to be focused on adding a a blue ribbon that runs near the bottom of her hairline, across both the black and red halves of her hair.

"Yeah, when I was putting it up, the Servant was good at putting my hair in braids, technically speaking, but it didn't have a gentle touch. It does what you tell it to, and nothing more."

"I mean, I've seen Harkashan in something pretty close. He was gifted some silks that he mostly wears like a toga." Which is likely the closest to a dress they are going to get with the lava-scaled Makari.

With the others getting in on the hair and feather dying, Rune can't help but smile, despite other things on her mind. It's a simple comfort of having friends around, rather than doing this by herself.

"If you think you can get anything out of him, go for it, Simony. Gods know I've tried, already." She reaches for some of the strands closer to her neck, pulling them forwar to work the dye into the tips. "All I know is, I plan on going to their performance. If something goes wrong, at least he'll have friends there to help."

As the night goes on, more hair dye is used, ribbons are tied in hair, feathers, and possibly other places. Drinks are had, food is eaten, laughter and merriment sounds from the room well into the early hours of morning. In this one, small patch of Alexandria, the shadows of lurking doom are pushed away, if only for a few hours. Perhaps, with it, enough to remind people that bonds like these... are why they keep fighting.