fandomhighdorms | The Roof: Saturday night

Chad needed to get away from pondering the whole my-boyfriend-is-suddenly-not-my-boyfriend-but-still-gay-and-hot connundrum, so he went up to the roof. Always a good spot to collect his thoughts.

"...Evie?" his head tilted at the girl on the roof. Looked kinda like Evie in this light, but...different. Definately not Evie's...style of dress. Or skin tone.

Evie turned on one foot, then cocked her head at the very large boy before her. Large enough to be an entire squad of Medjais. "Good evening to you, as well." She frowned, memory coming to her after a moment. "Chad, is it not?"

"Yeah," Chad, in all his relief, failed to notice the increase of formality and the decrease of bubbliness, in her speech, moving up next to her and running a hand through his hair before he sighed. "Dios, kind of a weird day...What's with the get up?" he asked, turning to look at her. He tried a small smile. "Looks nice."

"Thank you," Nefertiri graced him with a calm smile, then extended one leg behind her as she balanced. "I was forced to endure 'Detention.' There were no naked serving boys. But I did seduce Seely easily. As did everyone else. And you?"

Ahh, leave it to Evie to always talk in a string of things that he couldn't quite follow. Chad was able to catch more of it, though, than usual, especially 'naked serving boys' and 'detention.'

"Aww, why didn't you tell me you had detention? So I coulda tried to get it with you? Did you at least do something to deserve it, like we talked about?"

The why she had not mentioned it was in that misty time in the past that Nefertiri cared not for; but the reason for it was still clear. "I asked the teacher of my class if he had relations with his sister, as was reported. He refused to answer. When I persisted, he assigned me Detention rather than answer." Evie tilted her head. "Insolent of him. But he was much improved, today." She gave Chad a wide smile, remembering Ares in white leather. "Much."

Chad always liked to see Evie smile. "That's good, then," he said.

Relations with his sister? Oof. "What teacher was it?"

"Ares. Sometimes the God of War. Today, the God of Love. I inquired after Aphrodite." She shook her head. "Strange. But he only punished us with lessons in seduction today, from Seely. Who was most easily amenable. 'Easy', I believe Blair called it." Nefertiri sighed. "But now that is over, and I am free of lessons and tutors. What sport have you had today?"

"I kissed Seely once," Chad said, idly out of random conversation, "when he was a puppet."

"No sport for me today." He sighed again, frowning deeply, almost like a puppy that'd just been kicked as he recalled. "Jus' Ted thinkin' he's Justin, and I don't think Justin wants much to do with me at all..."

"He is skilled at it," Nefertiri agreed. "Though he lacks subtlety." She frowned as he described his woes. "Your lover is unfaithful? Shall we feed him to the crocodiles?"

Chad couldn't help being amused by the suggestion. "Don't think that'd be necissary," he said, now with a small grin as he glanced down at her. "He's hasn't been unfaithful, jus' thinks he's someone he's not."

"Ah. His confusion, then. Perhaps a physician." She looked meditative. "My father's priest Imhotep is most skilled. But too proud. We should find another for him, then." Nefertiri smiled back up at Chad. "None of my comrades should mourn for love."

The smile faltered slightly into one of slight sadness. "Can't be helped 'round me, m'afraid."

"We shall combat it, as we combat our enemies," Nefertiri said sternly. "No quarter given to mischance or fate, Chad. If this is some foul enchantment, it must be broken! Simple. And your grief will ease." Which was as simple as that, to a Princess of Egypt.

Which made sense enough. She was right; it'll probably be over by the weekend. Chad sighed, another hand through his hair. "Man. Crazy Fandom weirdness..."

"Quite," Nefertiri agreed. "Take heart, Chad. He will soon become himself again." She smiled fiercely. "Or the crocodiles will feast." She patted his arm.

"...We have crocodiles here?" he asked idly.

"If we do not, then we shall find some. Or take the malefactors to Egypt." She smiled up at him, then noticed Irulan arrive on the roof as well. "We shall speak of this again? Yes?"

Chad followed Evie's eyes for a moment before nodding. "Yeah," he said, a little dejected to have her leave but the fresh air by himself would do him well. "Sure."

Nefertiri patted his arm again, then went over to greet Irulan.

And if Teddy-Justin wasn't careful, well. A knife would work quite well too

Irulan needed fresh air, she really needed fresh air. Meditation isn't getting anything done to soothe hair. Then she saw a lithe figure walking on the edge, then blinked. "Evie?"

"Irulan," Nefertiri said, greeting a fellow princess. "Tell me, who is this Evie of whom everyone speaks?" She turned away to gazed downward over the edge. "Do you think this structure is as tall as the pyramids of Cheops?"

Irulan stared at Evie for a long time. People as lions and now Evie. She ever so slightly twitched. Perhaps she shouldn't have drank so much spice laced coffee after all.

"Do you not remember who Evie is?" She asked slowly.

"How can I remember that which I never knew?" Nefertiri said reasonably. "I have had a most strange day. Detention with the God of Love. Seducing a boy of easy virtue. But weapons practice went well," she said in satisfaction, then bent over to do a handstand, easily balancing sixty feet above the ground. "Very well indeed."

Evie might have forgotten about Evie, but Irulan had not, and one she was least likely to forget was Evie's admitted clumsiness and near fall. Watching Evie do handstands were making Irulan faint with the possibilities of any and all accidents.

"Your days has been very exciting indeed, I would like to hear more about it," Irulan said in a coaxing tone she usually used with her younger siblings. "Perhaps you would like to sit, so we may speak in earnest."

"Hmmmmmm." Nefertiri waited until the blood rushed to her head, then leaped down onto the roof, smiling up at the stars as the adrenaline faded. "Indeed. I had a most stimulating session with the staves. Tyler," she smiled slightly. "Hmmm." She stretched out her arms to the moon. "What say you, Nepthys? Do you smile on my enterprise?"

Seducing a boy, weapons training and handstands and now talking to the moon.

"Who is Nepthys?" Irulan asked, moving forward and using the opportunity to reach for Nefertiri's wrist feeling for her pulse in the pretense of friendship.

Nefertiri turned, frowning at the overfamiliarity, but not striking Irulan for it. Yet. "The goddess of the moon. Ancestor of my line, and patron in love and seduction." She smiled slightly. "She smiles on me, I think. Though one fled, another arrived to take his place."

Pulse was normal, Irulan took her hand away as quick, she wasn't for physical contact as well.

This must be the Fandom strangeness she heard about. But the bearing was not unmistakeable, whoever Evie thought she was, she was someone born to the Royal. Well, as the saying goes, when one is in Arrakis, one must blend.

"How fortunate, my royal lineage itself spans worlds and brought about by defeating an enemy thought to be undefeatable."

Nefertiri raised her chin, interested. "This enemy, did he resurrect himself, as did Osiris? Or walk through shadows, as Anubis does?" She crossed to the edge of the roof, looking down. "My father's kingdom extends far, but it does not span worlds, nor to this place. It is... unsettling."

"This place is very unsettling," Irulan agreed, glad she could share that at least with Evie. "The enemy was undying, it could be in all places at once, enslaving worlds wherever it set foot," she tilted her head to Evie, wanting to know more about the person inhibiting Evie's body. "Enough about my story, I am glad to hear of yours," Irulan stopped short and realized she didn't know how to address Evie. "Princess."

"A dreadful enemy indeed," Nefertiri said softly. "May it never come again." She turned her head, studying Irulan, then said, "My father the Pharoah sent me here to train. I shall not only be princess, but protector of the Scorpion Bracelet. To do this, I must be worthy to hold it safe, lest some unscrupulous person aspire to rule the earth through Anubis's armies, and release the darknesss of five thousand years." She looked away. "But I miss my home. This place is cold, without music, without the charms and ease of the Nile."

"You and I are the same in that regard, then," Irulan said, equally soft, "I, too, was sent away. There are days when I miss the towering cities and opulence of my home but the people here are most kind."

"Yes. My 'brother', Blair, for one. He was concerned for me today, but I think it was he who was ill." Nefertiri shook her head. "Your world. Your home. You miss it as well. This place becomes another home, in time, but it will never be Egypt."

Some part of Evie remembered, and Nefertiri's voice grew softer, warmer. "The crowds in the streets, the colors, the Nile snaking by in the summer; the call to the temples..."

"Yes, it will never be..." Irulan said, feeling the echo of her homesickness in Evie's voice. Real or imagined, Evie was surely feeling the homesickness too. "Your home sounds beautiful."

"It is." Nefertiri sighed, then straightened. "I shall return there, stronger. More prepared. And be ready for my fate as Princess." She nodded decisively. "Until then, we have comrades here, and a release from our responsibilities. For a time." She smiled at Irulan. "And leisure for play."

Irulan didn't think of it that way. "Yes, return stronger." She agreed, thinking of the throne. "What type of weapon do you yield?"

"Knives and staves, flail and fork." Evie spun away suddenly, her hair fanning out around her. "As well as the sword, though that less often." She came to a stop, smiling. "I met a young man of some skill today. Tyler. He promised me another match."

"I met Tyler once," Irulan said, "I have some skill with the knife and have not had the opportunity to practice, I would be honored to join you in your training."

Nefertiri inclined her head. "And I would be honored to have you as a sparring partner. Let it never be said that Nefertiri is too proud to learn from others."

Irulan inclined her head. "As am I. I must turn in as well, good eve."

Paul revere rode onto the roof - how the horse got there is anyone's guess- and shouted loudly from the rooftops. "BELTHAZOR IS SHINY AND GLITTERY, BETHAZOR IS SHINY AND GLITTERY. HE SHIMMERS AROUND, SO THAT CHEER WILL ABOUND. BELTHAZOR IS SHINY AND GLITTERY!"

He then looked around for shiny, interesting news to report.

Nefertiri stared at him a moment, then did a handstand. Because why not?

John came up to the roof for some alone time.

Well, that wasn't going to work...

The Roof: Saturday night

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