Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

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Evening of Tuesday 15th December

This was one hell of a party
And it's still living in my head
But the morning after shines so cold
So follow where I live

Snow falls fine as lace outside the tower. I have watched it since Miao departed, looking until I can see the crystalline shape of each flake. There is sometimes such perfection in the accidents of nature. If all there was on this earth was snow and sand, I think I would be close to content.

I let the Kent body develop hypothermia, sitting by the open window, feeling the deadening of its nerves. There is something soothing in this gradual descent. And then I shake off this quiet melancholy, and determine to see Wanda. Miao spoke to her recently, I know, and she will be vulnerable. She could use a reminder of where her strengths lie, and her loyalties. And then an idea strikes me that makes me smile. The gesture breaks a thin crust of ice droplets on my face, formed during the day and night I have sat here. I write a message to Tez, and by use of a very simple magic I send it to his doorstep. It is on silver ink on a white card, written in a girlish hand. It reads Bring Citali to the Whitechapel this evening. A friend would be glad to see you. Wear something pretty; a game is afoot.

I change out of Kent’s body into something more suitable. The last time I wore this pale white form, Tez saw me weep. Today I intend for this body to be used for more amusing ends. I let the Tanwen body look more human, its pallor less like snow and more like milk, and tonight it is dressed for a party. The dress the qareen finds is short and strapless, all white froth flecked with gold and glitter. After a thought I decide it will be naked under the dress. It sets the tone.

Even a pair of heeled boots barely carry this body above five feet. Wrapped in a fur coat, it looks both fragile and fierce. I am pleased. When I walk through the soft snow into town, my feet barely leave a mark.

There is a light on at Wanda's apartment. I knock the door, and when she opens it I beam at her.

"Hi. I'm Tammy," I say, for tonight is a time for mischief, and the name suits. I pass her a knot of silver and black balloons. "I'm here to throw you a bachelorette party." Attached to the balloons is a card. There is a message there in Kent's hand.

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.

I think you need some girl time. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

K.

[open to Wanda, Tez, and possibly others...]

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

Evening of Tuesday 15th December

This was one hell of a party
And it's still living in my head
But the morning after shines so cold
So follow where I live

Snow falls fine as lace outside the tower. I have watched it since Miao departed, looking until I can see the crystalline shape of each flake. There is sometimes such perfection in the accidents of nature. If all there was on this earth was snow and sand, I think I would be close to content.

I let the Kent body develop hypothermia, sitting by the open window, feeling the deadening of its nerves. There is something soothing in this gradual descent. And then I shake off this quiet melancholy, and determine to see Wanda. Miao spoke to her recently, I know, and she will be vulnerable. She could use a reminder of where her strengths lie, and her loyalties. And then an idea strikes me that makes me smile. The gesture breaks a thin crust of ice droplets on my face, formed during the day and night I have sat here. I write a message to Tez, and by use of a very simple magic I send it to his doorstep. It is on silver ink on a white card, written in a girlish hand. It reads Bring Citali to the Whitechapel this evening. A friend would be glad to see you. Wear something pretty; a game is afoot.

I change out of Kent’s body into something more suitable. The last time I wore this pale white form, Tez saw me weep. Today I intend for this body to be used for more amusing ends. I let the Tanwen body look more human, its pallor less like snow and more like milk, and tonight it is dressed for a party. The dress the qareen finds is short and strapless, all white froth flecked with gold and glitter. After a thought I decide it will be naked under the dress. It sets the tone.

Even a pair of heeled boots barely carry this body above five feet. Wrapped in a fur coat, it looks both fragile and fierce. I am pleased. When I walk through the soft snow into town, my feet barely leave a mark.

There is a light on at Wanda's apartment. I knock the door, and when she opens it I beam at her.

"Hi. I'm Tammy," I say, for tonight is a time for mischief, and the name suits. I pass her a knot of silver and black balloons. "I'm here to throw you a bachelorette party." Attached to the balloons is a card. There is a message there in Kent's hand.

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic city.

I think you need some girl time. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

K.

[open to Wanda, Tez, and possibly others...]