A Fairy Tale Life

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: Fairy Tales!
When: Today until the 1st
Where: All around Luceti
Summary: Check it out in here
Rating: Varies with each thread :|a

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ANYTIME I WILL MAKE IT WORK SOMEHOW OKAY

[semper_cogitans]

[... Well, isn't this unusual?

A certain little scientist will be out and about during this event, fairly frequently. But not ordinarily so.

You see, he's... being rather flouncy, to say the least.

Sporting a very impressive gown that took forever to draw, he looks every part the magical fairytale Disney princess. And indeed, despite the awkwardness and discomfort he has, he won't always be able to stop himself from behaving like one. Twirling prettily in the square while trying not to trip over himself? Breaking out into horribly atonal song at the most mundane of things? Delicately dusting something with a lace handkerchief? Attracting all sorts of small, adorable creatures quite without trying?

... Yeah, all of that.

In general, his mannerisms will be a little more feminine than usual... and he's going to be even more helpless than before. Expect to see him swooning exaggeratedly at things more often than not, waiting for his prince to rescue him from all manner of entirely harmless situations...]

[i_speak_softly]

[And here is Don, passing back through the square after having coffee with Ami. He looks curiously at the huge, ridiculous dress, but otherwise walks right by. He doesn't realize the person inside the dress is his own partner.]

[semper_cogitans]

[Event or not, the appearance of Don warrants immediate attention. This is his prince! Or at least, the closest equivalent for the moment.

With an almost-but-not-quite-singsong tone, Robert practically dances up to Don, and with what might have been an attempt to be graceful takes one of his hands.]

My charming Don!

[There is definitely something off about the way he said that. He knows there is. But he can't seem to help himself.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don snatches his hand back - who are you and why are you greeting him that way?]

Do I know you?

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert tilts his head, blinking up with doe-like (or so he thinks), long-lashed (he wishes) gray eyes in a way that's guaranteed to charm any prince in Disney-land... if you, uh, look like a princess anyway.]

... How could you not recognize me, Don?

I am Robert, your beloved! [His voice is plaintive despite the flowery edge to it.]

[i_speak_softly]

What? [Looking more closely, Don recognizes the gray eyes, the glasses, the oddly nondescript face of his partner. But --] Robert, what are you doing? What are you wearing?

[semper_cogitans]

[It's a good thing for Robert that his glasses are so iconic, because that's probably the main thing making him identifiable right now. Most of the rest of his body is obscured anyway, underneath that enormous, billowing cloud of poofy fabrics.]

I am a princess~! [He says this in a way that suggests he's not sure whether to be proud or awkward about it.]

... for... for some reason, anyway. [And here his demeanour gets through, briefly.] It... has to be an experiment. Clothes cannot suddenly change.

... Though I suppose it isn't all bad... [And there's that little lilting note to his voice again.]

[i_speak_softly]

[...Yeah. This experiment seems pretty harmless, but Don has already decided he is Not A Fan.]

Come on...

[If he can reach Robert around that enormous skirt, he'll try to steer him towards home.]

[semper_cogitans]

[That'll be kind of difficult, if only because Robert will have the constant urge to dance all the way back. So Don will find himself having to contend with a rather... twirly Robert.

... All things considered, this isn't exactly a good idea when trying to go in a specific direction. So it's not very surprising that Robert ends up stumbling over a petticoat, letting out a little yelp in the process.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh, for the --]

[With ninja speed, Don insinuates himself in front of Robert, catching him under the arms. The voluminous skirt gets awkwardly squashed between their legs, but who really cares about that?]

Is it safe to assume you can't stop doing that?

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert cares! He scoots back a bit to primly, reflexively straighten his many skirts.]

... Yes.

I'm just ever so excited because everything is wonderful!

[The over-bright smile might be a little scary.]

Especially now that my darling Don is here with me~...

[i_speak_softly]

[This is, in fact, scarily reminiscent of that other experiment.]

Robert --

[He'll wait, leaning into Robert's field of view, until the scientist looks at him a little more lucidly.]

[semper_cogitans]

[It takes a few moments, a few seconds of poignant silence as Robert beams up at Don in a way that isn't just his normal worshipfulness but more like Don is the literal driving force of his life - because what is a princess without a prince?

Then he shakes it off, noticeably pushing that otherness away with a slight frown.]

... I really cannot seem to control myself.

[And that is said with a fearful edge that seems out of place with his princess-ness.]

[i_speak_softly]

It's okay. [He puts a reassuring hand on Robert's poufy shoulder.] Just tell me - am I affected?

[Don is acting normally, so far, but in giving him a once-over Robert may notice that he looks slightly lumpy and malformed, as though he were made of imperfectly molded clay.]

[semper_cogitans]

[Forcing himself not to sing about how charming and wonderful his prince always is - because Don is charming and wonderful but this is a serious question - Robert studies his form.

... Yeah, that slightly-malformed look does not go unnoticed. He traces a delicate lace-gloved finger over a ridge that looks to be covered in what might be fingerprints rather than scales.]

... You... look like a sculpture, of some sort...

... a beautiful sculpture~ - but a sculpture.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don looks down at himself - he certainly doesn't look like marble or bronze or anything else that he thinks of as a sculpture material - but maybe something is a little off.]

How fitting.