[ come one come all ]

[foolsaround]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: A party to break everyone into mallowhallow and get them mingling
Where: Orlea
When: March 4th

[ you might have gotten a nice little text message in your communication device, telling you to come party in Orlea. There's all types of alcohol and non-alcoholic drinks, and a mixture of foods to snack on. the music is also pulsing and loud enough to get you wanting to dance.

the party will go on all night till the morning, so bring a date or just bring yourself ]

Comments

[genitrix]

Nice to meet you, Chataya. These boys haven't been bothering you, have they?

[She gestures at the young men she's been dancing with. They seem nice enough, but they obviously think mostly with their bulges.

Not that she had a problem with it.]

[trustsnone]

The pleasure is mine. And no, not at all.

[She's no stranger to that particular kind of attention, after all.]

On the contrary, it's...a familiar kind of attention. Which I suppose isn't so bad, in a place where there's so very few things that are familiar.

[genitrix]

Mm. [She gets it, being a girl with a very exotic and particular set of looks; she attracts plenty of attention no matter where she is.]

If it's not too personal a question, where do you come from?

[trustsnone]

[She smiles, remembering, but it's a sad smile - how had things gone so terribly wrong, at the end?]

An island, called Rivelata. In the land of Ce Monde. It was the only place I ever knew.

[genitrix]

Rivelata. [She repeats the name reverently, liking the sound of it. It's foreign on her tongue, but it sounds sweet, somehow.]

It sounds lovely.

[trustsnone]

It was. Although there were many others who did not think so.

And then it...it wasn't, really. At -

[Her voice drops so low it can barely be heard.]

At the end.

[genitrix]

[Her expression immediately changes to one of motherly concern. She knows all too well what it is to lose a home, if she's assuming correctly. Carefully, she places a hand on the other woman's arm, rubbing gently.]

I'm sorry.

[trustsnone]

[She's so lost in her own memories that the casual contact almost doesn't register, at first. She looks down at Porrim's gray hand on her pale skin as if she's not sure what it is, or how it came to be there, and then very slowly comes back to herself with a little smile.]

Thank you.

[She gives her head a little shake to clear it, then smiles a little more firmly.]

I apologize - it's not like me to dominate a conversation like that. Where are you from? I've never seen anyone quite like you, if you'll forgive my directness.

[genitrix]

[Porrim shakes her head, giving Chataya's arm a little squeeze before pulling it away.]

Not at all. We all have our moments.

[And there's the question she's been expecting. She answers graciously.]

No offense taken. My species are called trolls, and I hail from a planet called Beforus. It doesn't really exist anymore, at least not the way I knew it. Anyway, it makes me a bit of an oddity here.

[trustsnone]

But a lovely one.

[The compliment is delivered with an earnest smile, at least part in thanks for Porrim's attempt to cheer her up.]

Do you...think we're meant to be pleased that we're here? After having lost our homes? Has everyone here lost their homes?

[genitrix]

Oh, thank you.

[She smiles again, looking thoroughly ingratiated. She's thoughtful for a moment, and then she offers an answer to both her questions:]

I don't believe so. At least, that Queen can't really believe that everyone will be just fine with being made to come her, however else she may have convinced herself.

[trustsnone]

[An odd expression flits over Chataya's face at the mention of the Queen, but all she offers up is:]

I wouldn't be so sure. I've found that people can be made to believe anything.

[genitrix]

[Porrim looks troubled by that idea, and toys with her lip piercing contemplatively.]

That's what worries me.

[trustsnone]

Then I think you're a great deal wiser than many of the other people here.

[genitrix]

I try to be wise. Sometimes I just feel a bit silly.

[trustsnone]

[She tips her head to one side, considering.]

Well, if it's any consolation, I don't find you silly at all.

Still, you can't expect anyone to believe something of you unless you believe it yourself. You have to fully commit to whatever it is you're trying to convince people of.

[She ought to know - playing roles was her entire job, back home.]

[genitrix]

[Porrim smiles, takes a sip from the flask she's got strapped to her hip.]

I suppose you're right. Confidence isn't something I usually lack, but...we all have our moments.

[trustsnone]

[The flask brings an odd sort of smile to Chataya's face, and she nods.]

Indeed. Even those of us trained not to.

[genitrix]

Trained?

[She cocks her head, curious.]

[trustsnone]

Ah, yes. Back on my home world, I was employed by a brothel. There was extensive training involved - things like being confident, taking on different roles - so those are the things that I'm used to.

[This is all delivered without hesitation - she has no qualms about talking about what she does.]

[genitrix]

Tho+se are go+o+d skills fo+r a girl to+ have. Co+nfidence is so+mething I'm a firm believer in.

[trustsnone]

[She's a little bit startled by how easily Porrim accepts what she does - that's not the usual reaction.]

Why was that in her quirk. Why am I so dumb.

[genitrix]

[She notices Chataya's surprise, and smiles.]

That sort of thing doesn't bother me at all. Actually, I'm very interested in it.

Haha, I didn't even notice.

[trustsnone]

[It's Chataya's turn to cock her head curiously.]

Interested? In what way?

[genitrix]

[Porrim regards Chataya with blank eyes, a steady gaze.]

I think sex is always interesting, whether or not there's emotion attached to it. It's different for everyone.