let's talk anything but politics

[staysail]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Darras Rivain
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT: Girl of Your Dreams, the most important game ever played
WHEN: now
WHERE: the Gallows


So for those of us that don't feel particularly moved to be adding our voices to any debates over the Divine. [Well, wait.] No, that's unfair of me. Anyone is welcome to be playing this game. It's just that you might be too busy.

Though it's quite easy. Doesn't take much attention. It's Girl of Your Dreams, and it's meant to be played when you're exceedingly bored. Every bit of this dream girl is perfect, except there's one detail, one tiny detail, that's terribly wrong. Like... "Girl of your dreams, girl of your dreams, except she's got goat's eyes." The ones with those terrible square centers, and they're half wall-eyed? And then everyone has got to say if they'd still have her or not. Which--in honesty--for that one, I would.

We could play it about the Divine, if that would strike you as more topical. "Future Divine of your dreams, Future Divine of your dreams, except she'll only eat food that you've chewed for her." Still vote for her, or not?

Comments

[elegiaque]

Girl of your dreams, but she's voting for whichever Divine you want least.

[champions]

You promised you wouldn't tell anyone about my goat eyes!

[coquettish_trees]

Naturally! I do so love a nice passionate fight or three.

[elegiaque]

That's why you're the girl of my dreams. ( complacently. )

[keenly]

Divine of your dreams, but all the chancellors she appoints are cats.

[coquettish_trees]

[ a gasp filled with infinite shock and dismay. ]

Gigi.

How dare you wait until you are twice married and I have promised my hand to say so. You know very well I took up residence with Lord Loki for the sole purpose of having your enchanting portrait always within view.

[aventuriere]

Are her goat eyes terribly bulgey as well? I don't know about that.

[elegiaque]

Watching over your every...move?

( ladies, please. )

[elegiaque]

You'd be so worried they'd accidentally touch you. Her eyeballs.

[aventuriere]

Maker I had not even considered. How horrible! And how inconvenient, how are goats not always blinding themselves on shrubbery or the like?

[coquettish_trees]

With a beatific little smile. Distinctly lacking in incisive color commentary, however.

[ can you imagine. ]

[rathercommon]

I think that disagreeing over politics would actually be a strength of a partner, not a weakness.

[bouchonne]

Girl of your dreams, except her fingertips always smell of onions.

[coquettish_trees]

Girl of your dreams, save that every time you strike up a rousing intellectual conversation she folds immediately.

[rathercommon]

Eurgh. Then clearly, she's not even remotely the girl of my dreams.

[elegiaque]

Well, that explains my marriage.

( in a sort of finally, something does tone. )

[elegiaque]

( she's imagining. )

I could offer critiques!

[rathercommon]

What - do you two argue a lot?

[ Said in a tone of curiosity, not disapproval. ]

[elegiaque]

They're forever up and down sheer cliff-faces, maybe they just actually don't care. How do we know goats rely on those eyes for anything except alarming other animals?

[elegiaque]

He brings up things I said to him two years ago.

[rathercommon]

Well, good. Nothing's worse than indifference.

[elegiaque]

Pass. She's not putting her onion-y fingers in me.

( she nearly says 'girl of your dreams, but she's orlesian', but that way lies probably madness, so, )

Girl of your dreams, but when you finally meet her in person after all of her letters, it's Celene.

[elegiaque]

( there's a pleasantly surprised pause. )

Well, I married the fucker, so I must think so too.

[coquettish_trees]

Mais oui! However else am I meant to improve my form?

[ inquire of her partner? ri-di-cu-lous. ]

[bouchonne]

[ A short laugh. ]

Ooh, yes please. I think I'd make an excellent kept man.

Girl of your dreams, but she speaks only in quotations from the Chant.