#earthrunes

Coradel rolls her eyes at Shalimar. "Anything more constructive than that, my friend?"

"I think folks are forgetting the OtHER reason we keep mortals drunk for htis holiday" Claire says

"Please explain, Claire?"

"By tradition, what the queen or king commands, we must do. If they tell us to empty out our wallets and bank accounts, we obey. The King or Queen is kept sauced because don't just need them enchanted, we need their judgment impaired. Let's not be insulting mortals by pretending they can't be cunning and ambitious. And I say that as someone who has mortal friends to use an over used term"

He is quiet for a time, before responding after Claire. "Not all holdings use the influence of libations - being drunk of glamour is oft seen as intoxicant enough." He rubs at an ear. "Of course, requests with such far-reaching consequences ARE the norm, in my experience."

Coradel presses her lips together, determined not to give further opinion until all speak their peace.

August shakes his head. "Dame, I respectfully disagree." Calmly. "In the past, if a mortal monarch was to be obeyed on the night of Carnivale, they could be... corrected... the night after. Fairy gold, as an example. Thus, legends of why and how a son of Adam should never seek to cheat the Fae."

"we are not what we were," Inish laments, "The Baron knew that. It's why we need more than just hope and good vibes. Surely the hold's safety comes before some exercise in mortal civics?"

"Why can't we do both?"

OOC Oy.

Both Ailil look pained.

She looks around the room, inviting final comment.

"Then...here are my thoughts...."

August gives her his full attention.

"Of all our holidays, Carnival is the one that demands mortal involvement. And, although this may not be the case in all holdings, at EarthRunes House Liam will have a voice. It will not be the final voice, but it will be a voice. Because mortals are involved here, their voice is especially relevant." She pauses.

"Must a ruling be made? As last night... should special consideration be needed, it can be made. Flexibility, and roll with what comes to, mrrr, land on your feet."

Bachdion is watching intently

(Put mine above if possible, he would not mean to interrupt)

(or leave it if it doesn't seem incredibly rude)

"I propose this as policy for Carnival for EarthRunes." She stands. "We select a drunken mortal, and enchant him or her before arrival. The mortal is monarch, and the monarch's orders must be followed...until such a situation where sexual consent must be obtained. If it so happens, we must...well, we need to figure out how to un-drunk somebody, but that will be determined later. Still enchanted, the sober mortal may give or withhold consent in that moment...and that must be the end of it. That decision, in that moment, holds for the remainder of Carnival." A pause. "Then he or she is plied with drink once more, and proceeds as desired, and returns to the world through the mists. In other words...what we did is what we will do." She looks to the room. "Can you all live with this?"

"That still leaves the question of how they were sobered..."

"Seems , s ensible" Jack says reluctantly

Inish bows, "As the baroness commands."

She nods. "It does. But given the circumstances, I would not hold it against anybody who did so. If anyone knows how it was done, I would speak to him or her privately."

"No, Inish...it is not a command...yet. I would hear response."

Dame Nansaidh ap Gwydion says "I find that acceptable. Perhaps...if you wish to know who did this, I could question? Gwydion's boon is not fool proof but.. it is helpful."

"Oh," Magnus says, "I already know who did it. Unlike Samhain, there are no mists protecting this holiday"

He blinks at the Baroness, slowly closing his eyes and opening them once more. His tail swishes once more, then wraps around onto his lap.

Coradel is surprised. "Magnus? Really? I was certain it was Queen Bess herself, making an order that the Dreaming had to follow.... well, tell me privately, please."

"I think it is a good start, My Lady." Quietly.

She notes the blink from Vince, but doesn't respond.

"Ahem," Bachdion clears his throat, "Since it's out anyway or could be. I did it. I can affect booze. I can flicker flash. It was tricky as hell, but damned if Ididn't pull it out of her safely."

"Bachdion...you...flicker-flashed the alcohol out of her blood?!" Coradel's astounded.

Jaw-drop, here.

That gets an eye-widening from Vince.

"The hell man" Jack looks over at the other satyr

"Tricky?" She echoes. "You...was it tricky enough to endanger her?"

"This is most irregular" Inish fusses

Delores says 'No wonder you were so low on glamour later!"

"That's complicated magicking..." a low whistle.

"Easy folks, if it had gone wrong I set it up some it would backlash on me. "

Bachdion says as if harming himsel would be fine

Coradel frowns at him sternly...then says, "My teacher, say it again." Her tone is low and serious, and she looks to Nansaidh and nods.

August literally face palms.

"Easy folks, if it had gone wrong I set it up some it would backlash on me. " He says again

the Gwydion says "Truth. He did it. Whether he deserves a reward or a punishment I'm not sure."

"How about a slap to the face and a kiss to the cheek?" Leonora speaks for the first time

A sigh. "Fiona."

She GLARES at him, picks up her glass, looking as though she'd like to hurl it against a wall.

...instead...she lifts her glass. "To insanely complicated cantripping, well completed." She drinks, then sets her glass down firmly. "Do not EVER endanger yourself that way again."