Strange Brews

[Miriam Bell]

"See? It'd be a shame not to put you on display. Bathrobe." she adds a non-sequitur command and starts to get up out of the cauldron, expecting Will to provide the covering as she does.

[Will Stanton]

It's a bit of an odd sensation, with a eucalyptus-colored cotton bathrobe slithering it's way up Miriam's back as she stood up, bits of clay dripping off her as the robe wrapped itself around her waist and cinched the tie.

"I feel like I should charge if I'm going to be putting on a show," the WaxWill smirked, striking a pose in the lamp.

[Miriam Bell]

"Performer's these days. Exposure not good enough for you anymore?" she grins.

[Will Stanton]

"If I got any more exposed, I think you'd be looking at a skeleton in here, and Halloween's a long way off," Will said, climbing onto the stage raised pedestal.

[Miriam Bell]

"I didn't think you needed a modesty curtain." she says as she looks around for an appropriate place to hang the 'lantern'.

[Will Stanton]

"No curtain big enough to hold my ego," Will agreed, beginning to flicker with a blue-and-white light as they tested some bioluminescence...

[Miriam Bell]

"Hmm..." Miriam muses, holding up the lamp as she walks around the room, trying out a couple different spots. Finally she settles on a spot between the Cauldron and the entry to the small kitchen, opposite of where 2 of the three dorm-room doors sit.

[Will Stanton]

The spot was a good one, at first blush. Some people hang Christmas lights or paper lanterns in their dorms; an actual Faerie light wasn't that far out of the realm of plausibility. After a couple false starts, Will was casting a pleasant blueish-white glow from the lantern; a welcome change from the cheap LED lighting college students could afford.

And because this was a dorm room for telepaths, that wasn't all there was to this new lantern. Much like a lantern emitted light to please the eyes, or a stick of incense emitted scents to please the nose, Will emitted sort of a serene vibe for the sixth sense; a wafting sense of peace and tranquility for those with the proper senses to be attuned to it. This wasn't a unique property of the lantern; everyone emits a sort of emotional fingerprint which telepaths can pick up on, with some being more intense than others. But the act of broadcasting it as the lantern enhanced it to being more noticeable and pervasive; almost performative.

This was pleasant, at least for a while. But after a few hours of it, the light started changing colors some, shining brighter and dimmer at different times, and the emotional waft began to alter and fluctuate as well...

[Miriam Bell]

At some point Miriam got dressed proper, though some of that involved simply getting her robe to turn into a casual dress. Looking up from the couch where she'd been reading she glances over at the lantern and it's slowly shifting ambience.

"Everything alright over there? You're not getting tired already, are you?"

[Will Stanton]

No immediate response, though Miriam wasn't getting the impression that it was from exhaustion or inability.

The sort of strobing effect of the light might make it more difficult to read, and Miriam would begin to feel some nagging hunger at the back of her brain.

[Miriam Bell]

Miriam sighs and closes the book with one finger tucked inside to keep her place. She gets up and wanders over to the lantern and taps on it with her finger. "Hey. What's with the mellow rave?"

[Will Stanton]

"Hrm? Oh, nothing much," Will said, pleased with herself. "Great mood lighting, like you said," she added, leaning back and shining a bright red.

[Miriam Bell]

"Yeah, for a club. Cut it out, you little punk."

[Will Stanton]

Will grinned, switching from red to a deep purple, showing off the full range of her spectrum. And this time, there was a stronger sense of hunger as her vibes similarly changed.

[Miriam Bell]

"Am I hungry or is that you? I rarely see you for actual sustenance..."

[Will Stanton]

Will just grinned and leaned back a little more, concentrating as her colors flashed and tweaked a bit more. Miriam's hunger stayed fairly constant, though it seemed to be at least a little bit honing in something greasy and fatty.

Miriam may get the inkling of a suspicion that Will was primarily being a little shit here.

[Miriam Bell]

Miriam tries to focus on her mental shields to try and keep Will's seemingly intentionally directed thoughts out of her head.

"You better actually be hungry and doing this on accident." she frowns as she leans in close to the lamp.

[Will Stanton]

"Why, I have no idea what you could mean, Miriam," Will smiled.

It didn't take too much of a look at the shit-eating grin on the faerie's face to figure out that no, this wasn't an accident. This was pretty clearly this version of Will seeing which buttons she could push, and how far she could take things.

[Miriam Bell]

"Well then I suppose the only explanation is that you are hungry." she says and wanders over to the small fridge and rifles through leftovers.

"How about some Chinese? We have a ton of old rice in here. Oh, how about some curry." she says, popping back up with a plastic container full of yellow-orange sauce. "With or without pulp?" she grins as she opens the top of the lantern and pours in the curry-sauce, aiming for Will.

[Will Stanton]

"Gah!" Will cried, slipping off her pedestal in an attempt to get away from the sauce. The lantern, however, is not big enough for extensive evasive maneuvers, and the cold curry sauce hit it's target, dunking Will and dousing both the light and the induced sense of hunger Miriam had been feeling.

[Miriam Bell]

"There you go. Wouldn't do to let you go hungry, now would it?"

[Will Stanton]

Will sputtered, curry sauce dripping from her hair and face and pooling on the floor of the lantern.

"You think you're pretty clever, don't you?" she pouted, stamping her foot in the pooling sauce.

[Miriam Bell]

"I don't. I know I am." she smirks. "Or are you saying that you didn't want any food and were just being a little brat. Wouldn't want you to sit in a puddle of sauce if you weren't asking for some leftovers..."

[Will Stanton]

"If you're feeling peckish, that sounds like a personal problem," the curry-doused Will said, crossing her arms, and looking away. "Nothing to do with me. A classic case of projection, I'm sure."

[Miriam Bell]

"Somebody's projecting, alright. Get your thoughts in order in the dorm full of telepaths. I do not care to see what a ravenous Samantha looks like. For... food anyway." she huffs.

[Will Stanton]

"I am positive that Samantha McManus has had the munchies before. And anyway, are you suggesting that little old harmless moi was affecting you? Now now, Miriam, I'm just a little lightning bug. Surely, you can't be implying that I'm that much of a thorn in your side," Will grinned deviously.

[Miriam Bell]

"If there's one thing you're an expert at it's being a brat. But if you think the munchies aren't so bad..." She reaches into Will's mind and fishes out her sense of hunger, tethering it to the feeling of cheeky superiority, which given this Will's current attitude would hopefully crank it up for real.

"There you go. Shouldn't be a problem since you got plenty of curry in there for someone your size."

[Will Stanton]

A mighty growl came from Will's stomach, loud enough to be clearly audible to Miriam and even visually shake the fairy a tad. Cheekiness seemed to be primary feature of Will, especially this one.

"Playing dirty, I see," Will pouted, stamping her foot in the pooling sauce. "Why, bit ol' you picking on little ol' me, innocently standing here and trying to look pretty just seems downright unfair."

Another growl induced a blush from the fairy, and she scooped up a handful of the sauce still dripping from her head and started lapping at it.

[Miriam Bell]

"Very devious of me to make sure you have something to eat. But alright, I'll clean out your lamp if you want me to." she smirks and reaches to take the lantern down.

[Will Stanton]

"Such luxury, dining on nothing but curry sauce," Will said, sticking up her nose and crossing her arms. "Not exactly nectar and ambrosia."

That didn't stop her from bending over to scoop up another handful of the sauce, trying to keep her footing as Miriam picked up the lantern.

[Miriam Bell]

"Oh no worries, there's some meat left too. The rice might be a bit dry by now though..." she smirks as she carries him to the fridge and sets the lantern down on a counter.

[Will Stanton]

"You wouldn't. You'd....you'd get the lantern all sticky, and it hasn't done anything to you..." Will said, a tick of nervousness sliding into her voice, punctuated by the growl of her stomach.

[Miriam Bell]

"Well, that's true. Maybe you'll be better about asking for some food rather than projecting your hunger to the whole dorm. Entirely accidentally, I'm sure."

[Will Stanton]

"Well, I wasn't hungry until you poked around. So....turnabout is fair play, right? Bygones be bygones, water under the bridge?" she nervously smiled back up, her stomach still growling.

[Miriam Bell]

"We'll call it even." she relents and undoes the little mental link. "You can clean up your lantern yourself though." she adds and sets the lantern down next to the sink.

[Will Stanton]

"At this size? Surely, you jest. You made the mess, after all."

[Miriam Bell]

"Fiiine, I'll help." she says and takes the top of the lamp to hold it under the running faucet.

[Will Stanton]

Will opened her mouth to protest, but that was soon drowned out by the rushing water, knocking her off her feet and into what was left of the curry sauce as the lantern began to fill up.

"Wh...Miriam, n!" the cheeky fairy tried to protest, gargling in the filling container.

[Miriam Bell]

Miriam gives the lantern a good swirl, then pours the curry-water slurry out through her fingers to catch Will.

[Will Stanton]

The bedraggled fairy bounced out onto Miriam's hand, coughing slightly as she rose to all fours. Her wings fluttered to dry themselves off, still stained with dark yellow splotches from the curry. At least they matched the rest of the fairy, even if yellow and green weren't the ideal matching colors.