Very nearly missed the medieval dance entirely. Before the dance began, I tried to go over to Miss Vandeverre's to get a head veil, pointy hat, something of that nature...but moving through Caledon II and the Holiday estate were somewhat akin to moving through oatmeal.
Frozen oatmeal in Antarctica.
Therefore...when an opportunity came to leave the evils of lag, I jumped at it. Thereby nearly missing the dance.
I am glad I didn't, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have gotten irked, and if I hadn't gotten irked, I wouldn't have agreed to go to the rave in Caledon Carntaigh. And take off my skirt.
Don't ask me who everyone is, I don't know a third of them.
RAVE ON RAVE ON! DAMN THE MAN, SAVE THE EMPIRE! CALEDONIANS ARE IN THE HOU...
...see, I didn't know Caledon had raves. I had a great deal of fun. Great deal of fun.
And part of that fun was...meeting someone.
He's a sweet fellow. For a fallen angel. (Don't give me those looks.) Lovely place...sacrificial altar and everything.
I am not the sort of girl who needs endless flattery, but on occasion? It doesn't hurt. He was madly flirting with me all throughout the rave, and then afterwards, asked to see me. He didn't have much time, so we talked a bit, and cuddled, and...
...this is going to be fun.
On the other hand, it might be the sort of fun little phoukas don't survive. Considering said sacrificial altar and the sigils on the floor.
On the other other hand...right now, do I care? I mean, I did my best to warn him off...gave him the notecard...told him I didn't choose the term "train-wreck love life" lightly...
...He says he'll be fine, he never takes the train.
Fun. Fun. Oh, so much fun.
If I don't die of it.
...well, that's always the hope, I suppose...