Frozen Princess
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 21, 2019
Angie grunted her grouse. "Why not? Plenny o' udder things goin' screwy wi' us."
Jennifer Hart laughed out loud. "Doc's got a point there, majesty. From your friend up there in the rafters, to the way you went feral on the bad guys? Even my husband and I have noticed things not quite right with ourselves. What WOULD stop Romulan Ale from Star TREK making an appearance, especially with her highness from Alderon over there." She pointed to Polly, who was getting another goddess sized flirt and moaning in pleasure from it as she shivered.
Goldie nodded. "Mrs. Hart has a point. At the same time, Zara, so do you. Just because we've taken on the characteristics of who we're portraying doesn't mean everything else regarding the universe will suddenly pop into existence. Mint Juleps were around in the time frame we're in, but I don't think they were called that. We just know them as that now."
Cinderella had taken a bottle of the ale for herself and took a drink. "Weird. Anybody else notice the ale's taste? I'd swear it's Samuel Adams!"
Angie took a swig as Jennifer sipped hers. "Damn, Cindy. Yer right. Dead on."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Okay. I think one of you shouldn't have known that, but you are right, Cinderella. It's definitely Sam Adams. And that's another thing, Queen Zara. How ARE we able to taste this? And all agree on what it is?" Someone was starting to sound too much like a mystery solver, proving her own point about the oddness of the game, and what it was doing to everyone.
Princess Cassandra finally settled down from her flirting to take in what had been going around between them. "Hey!" She said in realization. "They're right, Artemis! We both were too busy flirting to realize it... But you really ARE acting like a Greek goddess and I'm being a bit of a snarky hardheaded princess from a galaxy far away." Guess who just woke up? No, Catra, or rather Catnip, was still asleep in the rafters.
Doctor Angela McCoy gave the goddess a Southern style stare. "Ah think y'all know already where Ah stand. An' we all know also, Ah'm gonna be outvoted. Ah ain't gonna be able t' stop y'all from chucking him off a nearby cliff."
Even Goldie could tell Igthorne was over there scheming. "Even though we know who's playing Igthorne... Someone might wanna make sure those ropes aren't going anywhere."
Cassandra shook her head. "Trust me, considering who helped me with those knots? Mrs. Hart and Artemis? He's not getting free." She then snarked Angie about drinking again.
Jennifer Hart laughed out loud. "Doc's got a point there, majesty. From your friend up there in the rafters, to the way you went feral on the bad guys? Even my husband and I have noticed things not quite right with ourselves. What WOULD stop Romulan Ale from Star TREK making an appearance, especially with her highness from Alderon over there." She pointed to Polly, who was getting another goddess sized flirt and moaning in pleasure from it as she shivered.
Goldie nodded. "Mrs. Hart has a point. At the same time, Zara, so do you. Just because we've taken on the characteristics of who we're portraying doesn't mean everything else regarding the universe will suddenly pop into existence. Mint Juleps were around in the time frame we're in, but I don't think they were called that. We just know them as that now."
Cinderella had taken a bottle of the ale for herself and took a drink. "Weird. Anybody else notice the ale's taste? I'd swear it's Samuel Adams!"
Angie took a swig as Jennifer sipped hers. "Damn, Cindy. Yer right. Dead on."
Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Okay. I think one of you shouldn't have known that, but you are right, Cinderella. It's definitely Sam Adams. And that's another thing, Queen Zara. How ARE we able to taste this? And all agree on what it is?" Someone was starting to sound too much like a mystery solver, proving her own point about the oddness of the game, and what it was doing to everyone.
Princess Cassandra finally settled down from her flirting to take in what had been going around between them. "Hey!" She said in realization. "They're right, Artemis! We both were too busy flirting to realize it... But you really ARE acting like a Greek goddess and I'm being a bit of a snarky hardheaded princess from a galaxy far away." Guess who just woke up? No, Catra, or rather Catnip, was still asleep in the rafters.
Doctor Angela McCoy gave the goddess a Southern style stare. "Ah think y'all know already where Ah stand. An' we all know also, Ah'm gonna be outvoted. Ah ain't gonna be able t' stop y'all from chucking him off a nearby cliff."
Even Goldie could tell Igthorne was over there scheming. "Even though we know who's playing Igthorne... Someone might wanna make sure those ropes aren't going anywhere."
Cassandra shook her head. "Trust me, considering who helped me with those knots? Mrs. Hart and Artemis? He's not getting free." She then snarked Angie about drinking again.