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...]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert can't quite identify it either. Clay...?]

... I wonder what that means, though... your behaviour is the same, is it not?

Still your lovely self~ [- and Robert can't help but flounce a bit as he leans into Don.]

... But why affect you only physically?

[i_speak_softly]

How should I know? [It's a non-answer to both questions.] Let's go... [And, completely unimpressed by that flouncing, he starts walking towards the house again.]

[semper_cogitans]

[You make Robert so sad, Don. All his prettiness is just for you, his wonderful, magical prince!

He's so sad, he's going to have to sing a dramatic song by himself. The mun wonders if the lighting should darken a little around him.

Don might catch the horrid, off-key humming before the intro of the song...]

[i_speak_softly]

[Is Robert... humming? Wow. He's just as musically-impaired as Don is. In a strange way, it makes the Turtle feel good.]

[semper_cogitans]

[And then he bursts into song, in a voice that is probably meant to be appropriately dramatic but ends up being flat and atonal and in general awful.]

Woe to a princess whose attempts to woo
Are met with scorn and spite
For despite all the love I have given to you
Your reaction is simply not right

It pains me to think that my love is not sought [- and to add to the awfulness, he's acting now, overdramatically, while dancing in what looks like a solo musical -]
But rather is spurned with a glare
O, my sculpted prince! You leave me distraught
When my feelings you will not share~

[... Shut him up quick, Don. Seriously. His singing is probably downright painful, if his dancing isn't.]

[i_speak_softly]

[That is just -- Don is loath to apply the word awful to anything his partner does, but, well, the singing and dancing definitely is not good.]

I didn't -- Never mind. Experiment amnesty.

[He keeps walking.]

[semper_cogitans]

[... Yeah, awful is the only way to describe that atrocity.

But Don's statement snaps Robert out of his self-hating baw moment, and so he says, softly:]

Please come to me...

[... This might be interesting with the fact Don is, well, a golem. Who has to follow orders.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don immediately turns and walks back to Robert - not that he wouldn't have acted similarly if unaffected.]

Yes?

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert leans into Don gently at this, smiling up at him in genuine love.]

... Everything may be strange right now, but... but we always have each other.

[... At least until a story ruins it. But for now...]

... did you want to go back to the ca - [NOT CASTLE.] ... back home?

[i_speak_softly]

[Well, yes, that's where he was trying to go.]

I think it would be a good idea...

[semper_cogitans]

[Well he couldn't tell when he was busy being a sobbing princess pile in the corner!

... But he does take Don's hand with more grace than necessary and... forces himself to try to walk rather than dance.

It is far harder than it looks.]

... I'm ever so happy that you found me, Don! Now we can go to the b - ... [... Wait...] ... Is there even a ball to go to...?

[... Huh.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Wow. As terrible as it may be of him, Don is honestly not sure he wants to be seen holding hands with - this.]

A what?

[semper_cogitans]

[What's not to love about holding hands with a beautiful princess? Other than everything.]

A... ball. [And Robert blinks as reality hits him with the glaring realization he has no idea what he's talking about.] ... I... think it has something to do with dancing...?

... Wait, why would I ever want to go to a social event dedicated to that...? [And yet the compulsion is so overwhelming that he wants to drag Don there.]

[i_speak_softly]

I don't really dance, Robert. [And neither do you, judging by what he saw, even besides the fact that dancing socially sounds like exactly the kind of thing you would hate.]

[Don tightens his grip on Robert's hand and leads him firmly towards home.]

[semper_cogitans]

But we must~! [Don's dragging honestly isn't being met with resistance, other than Robert's increasingly panicked-edged tone.] I have to! I am a princess, and I simply must be at the ball...

... or some equivalent anyway...

[It is a desperation he can't really understand. He just knows he has to, like an Important Thing would be missing without his beautifully-princessy self not being at the ball.]