First Waltz - Welcome to Room 302, Sucker

[pervy_elf_fancier]

Well. Catherine Elstwhere apparently has some adjustments to make regarding her room. This place might actually be worse than some of the prisons she's been to, at least the ones that didn't involve kidnappers with chains and delusions of Catherine being a Princess.

She looks with dismay from her VERY full bags of luggage to her VERY small closet and sighs, doing Outfit Triage.

Then she logs on to her myPhone. And checks her student ID. And howls in outrage.

"Huraine's shapely bosom, I'm the Duchess Elstwhere, WHY is my title listed as 'Pervy Elf Fancier!?'"

Way to tell the entire dorm, Cath. Just saying.

Comments

[pervy_elf_fancier]

"I have been told such - I would be dead, or their ally, if my foes were not fools."

She pauses, a finger on her chin. "On the occasion that someone decided I was better off as an ally than a corpse, come to that."

[notjustinthemirror]

Well which are you better at? Being dead or being an ally?

[pervy_elf_fancier]

I've never had the dubious pleasure of death, and have spent my entire life making alliances. So.

[notjustinthemirror]

Remind me again how alliances are helpful when it's easier, faster, and more fun to just beat the other guys brains in?

[pervy_elf_fancier]

A more cynical person than I explained it this way: it's a waste of resources to kill that you can befriend.

[notjustinthemirror]

It's a waste of your hands for them to not be bloodied.

[pervy_elf_fancier]

What makes you think they aren't? Preferring and hoping that I can make allies from enemies does not always make it so.

It has proven more successful than you might think. But it has never been completely reliable.

[notjustinthemirror]

Now you're talking.

Let me know if negotiations with the locals go south so I can watch firsthand.