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Main Campfire, All Day Thursday

There was a pretty, pink princess at the main campfire today.

And because even the influence of powerful hallucinogens didn't change things like highly competitive natures, Princess Cara was the prettiest, pinkest princess of them all.

Shy, demure, but ever so chipper, loving, and positive-thinking, she danced lightly around the campfire, requiring only tiny birds or small, fuzzy animals to sing with to complete the picture of perfect ~~Disney~~ princess-hood.

[Open. So very, very open.]

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"Well now here's a side of you I wasn't expecting," Peter said, arms crossed across his chest but his face the portrait of amusement. "Though I'm going to pick my words carefully so I don't get eviscerated."

Since princesses didn't know the meaning of words like 'evisceration', Princess Cara wasn't quite sure why he need to pick his words so carefully. Maybe he was a poet!

"Morning, sirrah, and a good one I'm sure," she recited with a curtsey. "Though we should hope the weather'll endure."

"And a sirrah and good morning to you as well," Peter said, now utterly amused. "As long as it isn't raining, I count that as a win. We wouldn't want you to get mud on your dress, after all."

Princess Cara brought her hands up in dismay at the very idea.

"I pray that the Creator would not be so mean,
This fabric is so terribly hard to clean."

Peter couldn't choke down the chuckle that came from hearing that. "Is this talk like a Shakespeare play day?"

Just remember that Cara knew where you slept, Peter. Well, she did when she was sane.

Princess Cara averted her eyes and hid behind her fan. "Upon my girlish ignorance I don't care to dwell,
But this Shakespeare fellow's name does not ring a bell."

"Now there's a phrase you don't hear spoken by a woman often," Peter said, and not particularly enjoying hearing it. "Are you sure you're feeling all right? I mean, not that I know you intimately or anything but this is feeling a little out of character for you."

Which part, the pink, the rhyming couplets, or the complete one-eighty on the virtues of her gender?

"The cause of your concern I can't divine,
But I assure you, I'm feeling fine."

"Well at least it seems fairly harmless, barring the embarassment factor," Peter said. "And the pink actually doesn't look too bad on you."

He snapped his fingers. "This is one of those gremlin bites, isn't it?"

Princess Cara fluttered her fan in front of her face, in the correct manner when receiving a compliment.

"If you were to ask, I'd say I really do think,
That a lady can never wear too much pink."

If Peter had cared to look at the hand holding the fan, he might have noticed two neat semi-circles of red-marks peeking though the lace covering her wrist.

Peter wasn't that keen of an observer, especially not when he didn't know what to look for.

"Okay, I'm starting to feel like I should be wearing a frilly collar and alassing poor Yorrick," he said, sighing a bit. "As much as I'm finding your company particularly entertaining, I think I'm going to go get coffee before I start losing what precious little grip on my sense of reality that I still have."

And since that had the side effect of him being well away from the cranky Mord'Sith when she came down, it was a plan with no flaws.

As far as Princess Cara was concerned, it earnt him another curtsey and couplet.

"I bid you farewell, then, kind sir,
Your quest, I would not deter."

Peter chuckled quietly again, and gave her a nod in goodbye before he headed off.

The entire way, he really wished he'd had one of those phones that can record video.

James boggled at the campfire scene.

He smiled and waved; she looked passing familiar, but she was usually dressed in clothes that were not very very pink.

Princess Cara giggled and nodded back, hiding behind her rapidly fluttering fan. Also pink. Princesses were very big believers in colour co-ordination.

Princess Anita seemed to think so; Princess Carline, less so. But then, only one had picked up a sword to defend the castle.

"I am James," he said, with a little bow.

Princess Cara could never ever pick up a weapon, that would be most uncouth.

She curtsied in return. "Princess Cara, and if I might be so bold to declaim,
That it is my pleasure to met you, Sir James."

"Are you a new student here, too?" he asked, noticing the curtsy.

"Indeed I am, though I fear we shall find,
Only so many things will fit in a girl's mind."

Cara was going to hate everything once the gremlin bite wore off.

He grinned. "Same can be said for a boy's mind."

James would be well warned that a not-pink not-princess might be out for him.

[SP! Off to work]

He would indeed. He would indeed.

"But men are clever, brilliant, and ever so smart,
Women are flighty, foolish, ruled from the heart."

Especially if Cara didn't find the gremlin that had let her ditzier side out to play.

[Bye!]

"I have found that idiots are not limited to gender," he replied dryly.

(lj on phone now @crosses fingers@)

And wouldn’t you know, this was just the right scene for another ~~actually Disney~~ princess to stumble upon as she went out to explore for a bit. Not literally stumble, of course; Ariel had gotten much more used to her feet now, so much so that they seemed almost natural.

Dancing, light as it was, was definitely reason to pause a bit and tilt her head, smiling admirably at the other girl as she tried to figure out the beat in her head and wonder if she wouldn’t mind like-minded company.

Oh, and, dressed in pink herself, she really loved that dress.

Edited 2010-06-03 12:00 (UTC)

Princess Cara adored like-minded company, the more the ~~more she was going to want to kill something when this wore off~~ merrier!

Especially if said like minded company was female, because then they could braid each other's hair and giggle about boys!

Wouldn’t you know it? Those were two of Ariel’s favorite things ever!

Well, after digging around through trash and defying her father, of course.

She smiled at the other girl, waving a hand a little, and then swaying her head a little to the unheard music that the girl was lightly dancing to. She would love to actually start up with singing something; it seemed like a perfect singing moment, but, of course, she had no voice.

But maybe with the right encouragement, the other girl would start in. She seemed like she might be a singer…

All princesses were singers, it was in the manual!

Smiling back at the other girl, and dancing with a touch more vigour, Princess Cara started singing. There were no actual words, but it was a nice enough melody.

Oh, it was nice...enough. In Ariel's opinion, the whole thing could have been massively improved with the addition of some singing crabs and colorful seahorses and oysters, but beggers couldn't be choosers.

She really wished she could sing along; words to go along with it were just popping into her head like second nature, but alas! There could still be dancing, though, so Ariel picked up her skirt a little and started in, somehow just innately knowing what to do to match her steps to the other girl's.

Princess Cara clapped her hands delightedly as she danced, somehow managing to giggle while singing.

She so preferred female dancing partners, very few males were gentlemen and for some unfathomable reason instead tried some kind of inappropriateness.

Ariel couldn't help a bit of laughing herself, even if hers turned out pretty silent. While she wouldn't completely be able to agree about prefering female dance partners, she definitely had more experience with them. She had six sisters, after all; that's seven princesses in one castle. And everyone knew that seven was naturally a good number for dancing princesses.

She had to applaud the other girl a little, as well. She was a wonderful dancer, and this was an excellet way to get a day started!

Princess Cara also had a sister, or possibly many of them, for the life of her she couldn't quite remember.

As far as she was concerned, there really was no better way to start your day than singing and dancing. Unless there were dashing young men to swoon over.

Edited 2010-06-03 13:35 (UTC)

Hey look, a small fuzzy animal who liked to sing!

"Hi!" Robin waved.

Princess Cara gasped in surprise, and curtsied to the fuzzy frog.

"By the Creator, a talking frog,
Whatever are you doing out of your bog?"

Not that she thought he'd actually just come from a swamp, there just weren't a whole lot of words that ended in 'og'.

Robin, remembering his manners, bowed in return.

"I wanted to see the world." he answered. Most frogs, even Muppet ones were content to stay down home in the swamp, but not he. "So my parents sent me to this school."

"An ambition far from plebeian,
Truly you are not ordinary amphibian."

What with the talking and being made of felt.

"I sure aren't!" Robin said proudly, and with strange grammer. "I'm a Muppet frog. And I'm kinda different from the rest of those too."

"It's the kind of thing one doesn't forget,
But what exactly is a Muppet?"

"A Muppet is a kind of...genetic offshoot of other animals. And, inanimate objects."

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