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[alchefist]

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late august in apt 801

[alchepistol]

[ It's a quiet day for Cagliostro and Saint-Germain. The latter has rigged up a hammock of nonstick webbing in the corner, so she has somewhere to repose in the common area, and strewn it with a handful of pillows for comfort. She's leaning against some of these, reading a yellowed religious text about the Day God (one of SEVERAL titles she brought back with her from the wilderness, which have proven to be of.....varying.....pertinence.)

....But her thoughts keep wandering. ]

Cagliostro.

[ She lowers her book, her tone contemplative. Her thoughts are beginning to coalesce - she can almost see them, feel them in her legs, the web they'd make were they to be woven. But the webs are a secret art only she can decode, and she....

Girlfriends share. Those who resist oppression, in a world that wishes to isolate, share. It's a novel sensation for one who refuses to join hands with others, one used to being left behind, who shoulders burdens alone. But Cagliostro is her comrade. Her equal. And if they're going to defeat the mechanisms subjugating Ryslig, it'll be together. ]

Are you busy?

[alchefist]

[Cagliostro is trying on some outfits in the mirror...and having no reservations on getting naked and changing in front of her lover whatsoever. She's currently in the process of disrobing, when Saint-Germain addresses her.]

Not enough that I can't talk, hun! What's up?

[alchepistol]

[ Cagliostro has an uncanny ability to find new clothing that will fit around her faerie parts. Is she leaving the discards strewn about again---?

Not what Saint-Germain's here to focus on. She has some theories, some ideas, but.....but has she asked Cagliostro? No. She's assumed Cagliostro will follow her.

That's not how to be lovers. What's more, Cagliostro has spoken to different people, had different experiences. She's an excellent, trusted resource.

Yes, as long as they're together..... ]

How.....do you think Ryslig's oppression can be resisted?

[ your girlfriend is being Extremely Your Girlfriend, cagliostro ]

.....late september in apt 801.

[alchepistol]

The great catastrophe has been averted! Saint-Germain's library book was returned on the 21st, and she spent the next few days deliberately taking it easy to limit the side effects of the suffering she nearly endured.

Still, the wheels of revolution will never turn without someone to push them forward. Saint-Germain comes home from a very satisfactory organization session at the Lighthouse, only to discover......

"....You haven't moved," she observes to Cagliostro, more surprised than anything else. In the Illuminati, tracking down Cagliostro had sometimes been the difficult part. Now, it seems Saint-Germain is out more than her partner. "Are you feeling unwell?"

[alchefist]

Cagliostro just let out a giggle as she lay in bed, stretching her arms and kicking her legs a little.

"It's just...kind of a lazy day!" she said, smiling provocatively. "Besides, I just want to be here, where I know you'll come back to me~!"

That was meant to sound romantic, but Cagliostro didn't consider the implications.

[alchepistol]

"....Is that so."

If Cagliostro's happy, that's probably all right, and yet....

There's still this unease. This mysterious sense of offness, coiled in her stomach. Disturbed, Saint-Germain pursues it. "Have I given you reason to doubt I would?"

backdated to the evening of 9/9

[leggierissimo]

[Just as promised, Joshua is there at the aforementioned time. Being a manticore, there's no real need for clothing - his fur covers everything - but considering their topic of discussion earlier in the day, he's opted to wear something anyway. It's nothing fancy, just a pair of black slacks with the cuffs rolled up near his knees to better accomodate his digitigrade legs, and a light grey button-up shirt, with the top two buttons undone to make room for his chest fluff.

While he waits, he may seem like he's doing nothing as he stands there with his hands in his pockets, but he's actually skimming the network mentally. It helps to pass the time.]

[alchefist]

[ Cagliostro doesn't keep Joshua waiting long; she emerges from the Lucky wearing her "work clothes"...which resemble a playboy bunny outfit, complete with ears, the low-cut one-piece, and fishnet stockings.

She scans the area, and smiles upon seeing Joshua standing there. She practically prances over to him, doing a twirl once she reaches him. ]

Joshua, right? It's me, Cagliostro!

[leggierissimo]

[That certainly is a work uniform! Joshua hadn't exactly known what she would be wearing, but working at a casino, there are a variety of options.]

That's me. It's a pleasure.

[He extends a hand, for a friendly shake.]

That's quite the uniform you've got, there.

after the red haze

[alchepistol]

[ Saint-Germain is experiencing a sensation.

It'd started small, yet gradually built each time she considered this month's events. She feels for those she had needlessly slaughtered, and if anyone came asking for reparations, she'd grant them.....yet she also understands that this sort of thing is inevitable until the suffering mechanism is dismantled. (That is precisely why it must be undone! So no one endures the indignity of powerlessness, be it "in the face of rampaging monsters killing their loved ones" or "forced to rampage against their will!") But such emotions are not uncommon, not for her. No, the new sensation is.....more pleasant.

Her mind, in idle moments, wanders to Cagliostro. Cagliostro, who believed in her heart, which resisted control, which would never truly wish the horrific things Ryslig had made her think and say. Who stood up to her at risk to herself, who saved her. Who wants her to be happy. No one, until her comrades....has ever....

She wants to thank Cagliostro. She wants to touch Cagliostro. Her soft skin, her smooth chitin.....the subtle vibrations of her breathing, the moments when that breath hitches.....When she thinks of making Cagliostro feel as wanted as Cagliostro's presence makes Saint-Germain feel, there's a flicker in her cephalothorax, down to her abdomen. She's clumsy, she doesn't know the words that could possibly contain this affection. But perhaps, she can pour it into action.

Saint-Germain is still possessed of sense, however, so she waits for herself and her girlfriend to be alone in the apartment. It's absurd, that she should feel nervous about this, so she approaches Cagliostro and keeps her words simple: ]

Cagliostro, are you free?

[ that hair those lips the curves the delicacy of her wings the way Cagliostro is always so unabashedly herself, lives so truthfully - Cagliostro is purely, wholly Cagliostro. Completion: the alchemic ideal. ]

backdated to changes week

[waitingforplayer2]

[ There are several monster types where, if Nanami had turned into them, she'd have a pretty solid idea on how to start adjusting. Harpies learn how to fly. Minotaurs learn how to not get their horns stuck on things.

But Nanami's read Spengler's entry on faeries. It goes on for pages. There is so much to adjust to. Chief among them: the newly changed faerie is still small, and hasn't figured out how to undo this state of affairs yet.

So she gets a message to her neighbor down the hall in the 38-8; and then she waits in the park, sitting on one of the lowest branches of the Tanabata tree. She's still tiny, only visible to most eyes by her glowing blue wings; but she's keeping an eye out for Cagliostro all the same. If Cagli doesn't spot her first, Nanami'll flag her down. ]

<KrisKringle>

[getmeoutofthedraft]

Ho ho ho! Your Secret Santa giftee is PANNACOTTA FUGO, who has the catchy network call-sign of "Eb7#9".

Buy or make Fugo a gift by December 26, or Santa will come down your chimney and box your ears.

If you need more information, contact me C/O Hawkeye Pierce at Crowe Clinic, and I'll delegate him to tell you to do your own research.

In Person - @ the Lucky when the tables are slow

[youngtimer]

Horatio is making his rounds, checking in on things, when he spots just the fellow fairy he was hoping to see.

"Hey, Cagli, you got a second? I need to pick your brain about something."

[alchefist]

Cagliostro is busy looking bored when Horatio approaches her, but she perks up at his approach.

"Yeah, sure. What's up, boss?"

[youngtimer]

"I need some information, and according to the apartment roster, you and Saint-Germain are the people I'd do best getting it from." He paused, considering explaining why he'd come to her first, then realized it would probably prove self-explanatory.

"I signed up for the secret gift exchange and have to buy something for a Carol Malus Dienheim. No idea who she is, but if you have any suggestions I'm all ears."

sometime in december

[alchepistol]

Cagliostro.

[ Carol Malus Dienheim is out of the apartment. Cagliostro shows no inclinations of following suit. The timing is optimal.

Thus, Saint-Germain stands in the doorway, an envelope held in one hand, close to her chest. The time has come to test the information she received from Ra's-Manifestations-Are-What-Is-Right-And-True Atem......the insight that, for Nattensfest, personalized gifts are expected, and that Cagliostro would enjoy nothing so much as recreational time with her. ]

Re: sometime in december

[alchefist]

Yeeeeees~?

[ The words come as Cagliostro is baking some cookies...thankfully wearing more than an apron this time. It seems going domestic is yet another kink of her's. Nevertheless, she turns and smiles at her girlfriend. ]

What's up, girl?

[alchepistol]

You seem aware of this, but December is a holiday season in Ryslig.

[ Approaching, Saint-Germain holds out the envelope. ] More extravagant, personalized gifts are expected, so.

[ This is apparently for you! ]

Nattensfest Time

[summonthesuit]

[Cagliostro may have already spotted Saint-Germain donning a new scarf, mittens and even arachne leg warmers. Well, not to worry! On this morning, a lumpy wrapped gift has arrived, addressed to her. Inside is a very long scarf and a pair of mittens, made of the same fabric and colors as Saint-Germain's stuff, so they can match! And there's a card with a written message:]

Hi Cagliostro,

Happy Nattensfest! Saint-Germain was so happy with her knitted goodies, I figured I'd give you some as well. I think you'll look smashing in them. Enjoy!

Cheers,
Steven

[alchefist]

[ He'll receive a letter in return! ]

Dear Stevie-poo!

Thank you so much for the gift! It, like, totally matches Saint-Germain's style! We match and make an even cuter couple, as if that were somehow possible!

Thank you soooooooo much!

XOXOXO!!!
- Cagliostro

Nattensfest

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Apartment 801 will receive a small collection of party games (for Cagli) and trivia games (for Sayjay), to play together or with friends! ]

[alchefist]

[ Nanami will get a letter of thanks and then a challenge to play said games together sometime! ]

june 2

[alchepistol]

[ Saint-Germain is the sort of person who prepares for everything as far in advance as humanly (spiderly, monsterly, alchemistically) possible. One can never tell what the future may bring under normal circumstances, and in Ryslig there are the added complications of the typical calendar and the suffering mechanism. Caution is appropriate.

Thus it is that in spite of discovering Horatio Hargreeves's absence in the morning, the evening finds Saint-Germain in a new lace-lined jacket, offering her arm to Cagliostro as they approach a dance studio that advertises an open ballroom dance night. ]

I called in advance. They don't forbid monsters, so this should provide a suitable celebration.

[ She has dinner reservations, too, for a fancy restaurant. For Cagliostro's birthday, Saint-Germain is attempting to recreate the sort of high society environment in which they'd met. Cagliostro deserves the best. ]

[alchefist]

[ Cagliostro was wearing a backless dress (which was necessary for her wings) with a lowcut neckline and a large feather boa worn around her wings. She giggled as she held tightly on to Saint-Germain's arm and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. ]

You remembered I wanted to go dancing! This is so perfect~!

[alchepistol]

[ This was a good choice of gift. Saint-Germain is learning. "Girlfriend" is a skill that can be developed with time, practice, and study, and she is an alchemist. She seeks perfection.

For what less could bring a smile to Cagliostro's face? ]

Admittedly, I haven't danced since obtaining this form. There's no guarantee I'll be a good partner....

[ But she holds the door open for Cagliostro anyway. This spider is nothing if not a gentleman. ]