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The Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Karla was nervous. Well, that wasn't much of a surprise. Karla had been nervous all day. But this was a new and different kind of nervous. Now, she was about to host a party, which she had never done, in a world that was still foreign to her, and for many girls she did not know very well. It was enough to unsettle even the strongest nerves.

Still, she though she was ready. Dinah had promised to provide her laptop for movies. Karla and Gabrielle had gone to Turtle's and purchased lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks, sodas, and lots of candy and chocolates. She'd bought make-up, since Dinah had mentioned it's importance in such matters, plenty of blankets and pillows to share, and several other sundries because she wasn't entirely certain what else would be needed, and wished to be prepared. Also, lots of booze, from her private Kaeleeran stash.

Most importantly, there was a small, neatly lettered sign on the door that said 'No Males Please.'

Well, she was as ready as she was ever going to be. "Kiss kiss," she muttered.

[~~Give me a second for the OCD, please.~~ OCD is ready to party! Sorry for the repost! Wrong LJ.]

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"NO! Well, that is...not all of them," she amended. Continuing silently, she sent, *Most of the males I know are good, kind males who understand Protocol and are fiercely protective of females. So much so that they can be giant pains in the ass. But...the Blood have what we call the 'inner web.'*

An image was sent down the link of a column of thirteen sparkling webs. The top web was a brilliant white, and the last web was a deep glittering black. The ninth was a bright blue. *Each web represents a level of power. White is the weakest, Black the strongest. I wear the Sapphire, and will wear the Ebon-gray after my Offering to the Darkness.* The blue web glowed momentarily when Karla mentioned her Sapphire, and at the mention of the Ebon-Gray, the second-to-last web glowed as well. A small spider began slowly clibing down a thread from one web to the next. *To reach our full power, we descend to our inner web; if I concentrate for a few moments, I can actually bring to bear the full power of my Sapphire in concentrated bursts of power. But it's a slow, inner communion, and nothing is disturbed. But sometimes, we don't descend, we fall.*

The image changed to the spider plummetting down, smashing through the webs, and leaving them battered and broken in its wake. *This is what we call 'being broken.' Any member of the Blood whose inner web is smashed like that loses their ability to do more than basic Craft. It's like an eternity made up only of the first three days of a moon time. Any kind of sufficient trauma can do that, but it's easier with females. Our power hangs by our hymenal thread, and if our Virgin Night isn't gentle like it should be, then we will break. Sometimes, it even happens by accident.

Females rule in Kaeleer. Males serve and protect. That is how it's always been. But some males want more than that. And so they've begun breaking young witches. A broken witch is a complacent witch, willing to do as she's told, not make a fuss, not be a bother. That's what's happening in Glacia. My Uncle Hobart is in power now; he's set up a ruling council of males, at least until I'm old enough to make the Offering and become Glacia's Territory Queen. But if I'm broken before then...well, what's to stop him from ruling in my stead. And if most of the young witches are broken, or at least, the ones who pose a threat to him and his Council, then there will be nothing to stop him at all.

No, Leda. Most of the males are good and kind. But for the past year or so, other than Morton, those aren't the ones I've been exposed to.*

Leda winced. *Okay, yeah I can see how that could get you on edge.*

It all sounded needlessly complicated to Leda. She preferred the (mostly) civil anarchy that ruled Bordertown.

Karla just looked tired. *Yeah. It makes trusting people...especially males...really hard.* She looked around. "I need a drink," she muttered aloud.

"Me too." Leda agreed whole heartedly.

Rather than float a bottle over, Karla walked to the table that had the wine she'd called in earlier this evening. She poured herself a glass, downed half of it, refilled it, then brought her glass, the bottle, and another glass for Leda back over. "I'm pretty much done sharing," she said with a sardonic edge, "but I think I'll keep drinking for a bit. You in?"

"Are you still sharing the wine?"

Karla honestly thought about it for a minute. At the rate she burned off alcohol, she needed a lot to get even tipsy. Still, Leda was a dear friend, and deserved a few stiff drinks to make up for what Karla'd dumped on her. "Yeah, still sharing the wine. Shouldn't get drunk right now anyway. Not in this state," she said, handing over the bottle once she'd topped off her glass.

Leda took a swig from the bottle, then paused, looking chagrined. "Or should I have poured it into a glass?"

Karla just laughed. "Well, if you're gonna be classy about it..." She set down her glass, took a swig from the bottle, then passed it back. "Except now I feel like we should be wandering around asking people if they know dirty songs."

Leda laughed. "Classy and I are rarely in the same room together. Much to the foster P's chagrin." She took another swig. A small one. "I'll try not to take too much of it. It's you're party after all."

She grinned. "There's lots of things about me that chagrin them."

Karla waved, unconcerned. "I've got a lot of wine," she said. "My uncle was a big wine collector, so I loved stealing bottles to piss him off. I probably won't call any more in for the party, but I'm not actually hurting if you drink a bunch."

She polished off half of her glass. "Tell me more about this chagrin," she said, laughing. "I'm sure I can't see you doing anything to encourage that reaction."

Leda grinned. "Well for starters, I'm hanging out with humans."

"Deviant!" Karla responded in mock-horror, clutching at her Sapphire pendant. "What else?" she asked, snickering.

"I've run away once, I drink, and I dress and speak in fashion unbefitting an Elf."

"I don't think we can be friends anymore," Karla informed her sadly. "Bad influence and all." She finished off her glass, then motioned for the bottle. "When my uncle took me away from the coven, I cut off almost all my hair, dressed only in Morton's old castoffs, began stealing his alcohol, and cast off all those damn simpering manners that males supposedly find ever so pleasing," she sneered.

"I believe 'supposedly' is right. All the males I've found worthwhile had little use for simpering manners." Of course one of those males had tried to wrest control of their gang and burned down their home when he failed.

"I used to use magic to color my hair. Biiiig fashion with us Elf teens."

"It's the worthwhile bit that makes it true," Karla pointed out. "All the males with my uncle found them positively delightful. I didn't color my hair, but I did spike it," Karla admitted.

"Nice. I've done that too, but mostly I trusted my friend Wiseguy to do my hair." She reached up to touch her hair, which was looking less shaggy than it had when she arrived.

"Thanks. I'd've kept my hair that way, but ~~my mun couldn't find any appropriate PBs~~ my uncle stopped careing and I got bored. Going to cut yours again?" she asked.

"If I can find someone with cool enough taste to do it. Though I suppose I could try it myself."

"You should talk to Dinah's friend, Priestly. He's the one with the tall hair in various colors. He looks a lot like Dean Winchester, the TA from Spy Games."

"Oh I've met them. Yeah Priestly's cool. Seems like he'd be a bit more fun than Dean."

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