I'm just gonna put this out there...

[He moves the video around, showing the delicious desserts that have become his bedroom in the Welcome Center.]

And the fact that I even gotta say this really kinda makes me worry for everyone's decision making skills, but I'd advise not eatin' this stuff. For one, y'don't know where it came from, and you could die from eatin' it.

[Paranoia? Here? Never.]

And secondly, if y'eat all of it, then you're gonna be shit outta luck when you realize that you just ate your house. All I'm sayin' is, this curse ain't as tasty as it looks.

[ Liam hiccuped and dabbed at the corner of his mouth, a cup of tea (spun sugar) and a plate of chocolate buttons on the table in front of him.

Someone's been eating his way through a coat with relish. ]

I wouldn't recommend eating anything essential, but this curse is rather delightful don't you think? Although if Break was here, he'd have eaten me out of house and home before breakfast. [ ah, how he missed that man!

and then he hiccuped again ] Opps, my poor manners. I do apologize but is the clock getting a bit too loud? I wish we could turn it down at night at least. I'm not getting much sleep as it is.

[ and then he shook his head and sighed, looking downcast and slightly under the weather. Who knew this much candy could be bad for a man? ]

This just isn't the same, having tea and chocolate by oneself. Elliot and everyone else have gone on home again, if you cared. [ he frowned and pinched his nose to relieve the headache he was feeling ] And they left the most horrible mess next door. They didn't even bother to return all their books! [ He's had to make 15 trips just to return them all. Such a pain! (even if the books were interesting. He may have kept one or two to read on his own.) ]

[The Master looks pretty normal, except that his lips and tongue are blue. Someone's been nibbling on something with blue frosting - he's got a piece of pastry with the same colour frosting in his hand right now, actually. He grins at the camera when he notices the device is on.]

Do you know what the best part of having a dimensionally transcendental ship is? There's so much to eat inside when it all turns to sweets. Like a giant timey-wimey bakery.

Almost makes me wish my appetite wasn't back to normal these days.

[Hey, it's not his ship, why should he care about eating it?]

[ Berthier is usually of a very calm facade, perhaps a smug curl to her lips. At the moment, however, she seems to be a bit dazzled by the sheer magnitude of cake surrounding her.

She doesn't seem to realize that her device is on because she's walking through a small room, peering at all of the desserts, occasionally lowering a finger curiously into the frosting to taste. ]

I don't think I can name all of these different cakes... What flavor is that...

[ Stay and watch long enough and she'll begin to sample, one by one, with a look of enraptured bliss on her face. ]

[ at first, it's just the sound of murmuring, of fingers brushing through lush, thick hair. And then the covers shift and split and there's a sudden, close up view of Diva's face practically pressed against Saya's. ]

Wake up, sister dear. We have company.

[ She giggled, softly as she shifted again, her nightgown riding up her hip, bunching near her waist. But that's difficult to see as close as the phone is (practically) resting between their breasts. It's just sound and then Diva turns and sets the phone back on the headboard, a passing vision of Saya's rather limp form showing on the screen, the flash of white tying Saya's wrists loosely to the board. But for what reason would Diva care if any one man or woman saw it?

Saya was hers.

Diva was Saya's.

At last, they were exactly where they were supposed to be. And then the feed turns off as Diva presses close and kisses Saya softly on the mouth. It's a kiss of waking, nothing more.

Or is it? ]

[ When the feed kicks in it mostly zeros in on the dog in Bucky's arms. Crepe's tail is thumping happily away to herself and it would be a normal picture if not for the icing in her fur or the way she's licking her lips. Bucky looks torn between finding the entire thing hilarious and breaking down because what. ]

Uh. So did anyone else wake up to discover their house was pretty much made of cake? [ The camera swings round to the front door and the suspiciously chewed and dog shaped hole in what used to be wood. ] I like something sweet as much as the next fella, but I don't really wanna live in it. [ He's not six anymore, he knows that's not feasible. ] And I'm not sure I actually wanna be eaten out of house and home. [ As if sensing the meaning of his words, Crepe licks his chin. ]

Is everyone having this problem?

[Hey look, it's Howl. He looks none too pleased with today's turn of events.]

Now look here, you kidnappers society masquerading as a city. I enjoy a few sweets now and again as much as the next man, but this time it's gone too far.

[He swings the camera around to show a shelves cupboard, stacked with row upon row of... cakes. They are all of various colours and decoration, but roughly all the same size...]

Those were my SHOES.

I think I'm just glad that it's only the furniture that's edible; it's pretty harmless, though everything is kind of sticky. And fragile. I broke a leg off a chair-- not to eat it, I slipped on some icing on the floor and tried to catch myself on it. Though, since it's already broken...

Anyway. I can't believe we're past Thanksgiving already! I didn't say anything on Thursday, but well, I'm still thankful for everything I have here. I've been here for... gosh, three and a half years now, I think, and I still think it's worth it. So I'm thankful for that too.

And I'm really glad, still, to have the opportunity to do the things I want to, here. Which brings up a question for you, City:

What should our next play be?

Did the entire City just transform into being made out of candy?

I'm not even going to consider eating any of it— it's probably harmless but it's still weird and besides who knows if the damage after eating it would be permanent with this place.

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Rosella, I do know you're fond of baking, but isn't this a little much even for your enthusiasm?

A few suggestions for those brave souls I saw earlier building a ladder out of gingerbread and peppermint sticks in order to reach the statues of the muses and the gargoyles on the top of the Opera Abandoned:

The muses and gargoyles on the roof are made of marzipan, if you were wondering. I can't imagine that consuming that much marzipan would be good for anyone. In fact, I'm not sure consuming any amount of marzipan is good for anyone.

Gingerbread and peppermint sticks do not seem to make a very structurally sound ladder, or so my observations from my window (made of sugar, it would seem) would suggest, given how many times I've seen the peppermints break in your attempts. I would recommend another method. Have you considered spun sugar ropes, perhaps? Or perhaps licorice ropes?

If you are so desperate as you seem for a taste of the former stonework--I suppose now it's marzipanwork--on the Opera Abandoned, I can provide you with some samples from the gargoyles or the tops of the Corinthian columns. You will not, I'm afraid, be permitted to eat the muses.

Also, although I do know that the gates around the opera house are made of chocolate, please stop breaking the points off the gates as you pass by. Indeed, stop breaking the entire railing, if you would be so kind.

I'm not sure what good the lock on the door might do, but it's better than nothing, I suppose.

Merry would be ecstatic if she were here today. Riff and I would have a time of it trying to keep her in hand. I suppose we'd give up on it sooner or later and let her run wild for a time. It would be its own punishment in good time.

Still, it would be pleasant to see her in the City at a time like this. This may all be a curse, but she would be delighted by it. And that would make it seem less a curse--far less a curse.

~C.

[ooc: Teasing Rosella because...that's what you do a month after you've accidentally killed someone. Obviously. Otherwise, Cain (who is not partial to sweets) is amused but unenthused.]