Strange Brews

[Miriam Bell]

"See? Nothing like a nice shower and a water-slide." she grins as she sets the WillFairy down next to the sink and finishes cleaning out the lantern.

[Will Stanton]

"You're right, that was nothing like a nice shower and a water-slide." Will pouted, wringing out her hair. "Sizeism, I swear."

[Miriam Bell]

"So picky. Next you'll tell me you don't want to soak in a tea-cup hot-tub."

[Will Stanton]

"I'm fairly positive you don't want curry-stained-fairy flavored tea," Will huffed, finally climbing to her feet and shaking more of the moisture off. "So consider your bluff called."

[Miriam Bell]

"I was thinking just some warm water and a crumb of bath bomb, but if you don't want it..."

[Will Stanton]

The haughty fairy just huffed, turned her back, and flicked her wings mock-contemptfully.

[Miriam Bell]

"Fortunately for you, I'm fluent in dumb bitch and know that means 'I'm too proud to admit I want that'." she says, fetching one of the nicer tea cups rather than a mug.

[Will Stanton]

For her part, Will fluttered up into the air, and began flying back into the main part of the shared room, fluttering a bit unstably on her damp and dirty wings as she got the hang of it.

[Miriam Bell]

"You're going to hurt yourself veering around like this." Miriam says as she follows after her and leans against the doorframe with crossed arms, the tea cup dangling from one finger.

[Will Stanton]

Will flashed a bright red three times at Miriam, and continued to fly off in half-a-huff, this time headed in the general direction of her bedroom.

[Miriam Bell]

"Why do I feel a retaliation coming?" Miriam mumbles to herself as she follows the angry fairy.

[Will Stanton]

'Angry' was a stretch. It didn't take a telepath to see this as at least somewhat performative; being a little shit and seeing which boundaries could be pushed being part of the game and all. Perhaps that was, in part, Miriam's fault, too -- fae were notoriously impish and puckish. Perhaps if she had kept Will as a candle, he'd be easier to control. If that was what she wanted, at any rate.

Of course, to test which boundaries caused which reactions required getting into trouble, and Will darted ahead into Miriam's room, looking to hide herself in the short gap before Miriam could catch up.

[Miriam Bell]

"Alright, whatever it is you're doi--" she starts as she enters her room but then fails to spot Will doing anything suspicious. Or spot her at all, really.

"I know you're good but I also know you're at least a little stuck with whatever schtick you're on, so really I just need to find a particularly bratty pillow." she says as she starts rifling through her things in search for Will, trying to keep her mind peeled for things that aren't fully immersed in being, well, things.

[Will Stanton]

Most of the things in Miriam's room were just regular, ordinary things -- the mass exodus of Wills after the mirror disaster had not automatically replenished themselves, leaving the dorm in general barer than it had been for a while. That probably should get fixed one of these days, but it meant that there was less to flip through and search right now, and perhaps fewer mental triggers to try to sort through.

Searching the bed did not produce any immediate results -- no fairies beneath the sheets. She would, however, begin to feel...itchy? That was probably the best way to describe it. And a tiny bit of yellow light was coming from somewhere generally behind her, in the direction of her dresser.