#rutgers

And she continues to carve her way towards the priest!

The priest moves to Belinda, putting a knife to the throat "LEt us go, or I'll kill her , I'll slit ther throat. She'll be in a coma for months, years, and more banal for it"

She bares her teeth. "Freeze."

Oh, the mists of Samhain become stronger, turning into freezing vapors, and then, as they catch skin, ice! Not ice of thin sheets, not ice forming in small splotches on the walk laying in wait. No, this is the sort of ice that breaks a roof with the weight, the kind of ice that entraps the remains of beasts of yesterday and preserves, this is the ice of myth that the real world sees less and less of. And the would be priest is entombed

The last of the five runs, fleeing for his or her life

Masey turns to Belenda and starts to free her

Dagmar finishes the trapped leader - giving him exactly what he would have dealt.

Her memories return to her in a rush. HIs chicanary undone as he is undone

Belinda cluches Masey "THey tried ...they tried..."

She staggers, trying to reorient.

"They failed" Masey says, and looking to Dagmar "Titaness, Unseelie or not, I intend to reward you"

She stands straighter. "They failed." A nod as she looks at the four fallen - perhaps, in the morning, they will be taken for over-indulgent partiers.

Most likely, Samhain is greedy for secrets

to keep them

"A giant..... you look like Sam" The enchanted damsel says

Masey admires Dagmar, "She's a myrmidon and amazon , she's amazing."

"I am Sam, an Dagmar. I am both."

"But that, you will only know when you can See."

"Welcome to a wild night, Belinda of Eve's blood. You have fallen into a story that went wrong, and has been righted," Masey assures, feeling her friends' forehead, "You will forget the skin, but remember the soul. Let this inspire you, let the tale take on a different mask as suits YOUR dreams"

Masey looks to Dagmar "We stopped the Ravaging before it could harm her I think. "

Dag grins, flashing those wolf's teeth. "Good. Now we can show her a GOOD time."

"Yes," Masey pulls her friends up, and guides her towards Dagmar, "Shall the three of us now savor the wonders of the night, having experienced the terrors? Shall we read the leaves of fall and see what they foretell? Shall we dance by a fire we set? Shall we explore ourselves and each other in ways each woman may savor? Shall we hunt lads and drive them mad with interest?"

"We have fought, and triumphed. Now we should celebrate."

"How... how that looks, I don't entirely know."

"This is so fucking incredible" Belinda says "I.. I want to see more?"

Masey beams "More then...come, Dagmar, I think I have a few ideas of what to show her and you, where it goes from there? Well, let's let the night unfold"

"The Daughter of Eve has spoken! Somewhere bright and wild?"

"Bluebox? Or LIewbrewry, theres' a Sorority throwing a party too"

"You think there's be more of us somewhere? Sororities are Greek..."

A grin "Comeo n, I'll show you"

She nods, following Masey's lead.

The sorority party mentioned is where they head. This isn't the one Dagmar had met earlier. Talk about greek...the near dreaming of it has columns rising where there were none. One would expect it to take to Aphrodite in stylings, but Athena and Artemis designs also abound

And satyrs and satyr kin besides Masey herself are there, but also a Centauress! Pooka, who are so near universal, are there with greek flare

Perhaps an amazonian edge to Dagmar's leather and metal bikini? As Masey said, after all...

"This... yeah. Kind of what I was thinking." A touch of purple in her cheeks as emotions confict.

Some men are enchanted, and apparently serving drinks, then again some women are as well

Masey explains "They're enchanted, but under contract, they agreed to this to get admitance to their party. A bit faustian, but not over the top"

"No... nothing..." She hesitates, not easily able to voice a worry.

More hooves, but this from a Deer pooka, She looks like a huntress, ala a bit holiwood "Masey, who are your friends?"

"This is Belinda, daughter of eve, and our friend. She is outside contract and here as a guest," Masey asserts, "This is Dagmar, an amazon of her kind, ..isn't she grand?"

Amber eyes glide over the doe.

Oh a pretty thing, putting on a brave front, for all her huntress garb, her doe ears twitch with caution even as introductions are made, "Well, then i shan't have to hurt her. Welcome, Belinda, eat freely of anything save the pomengranites, which will bind you always. Hail to thee, Dagmar, she calls you amazon. I thought you'd be taller" She looks up up and up, "I am Doeadair Afemldair"

A soft chuff, amused.

"It is a sin to harm a sacred deer, unless she asks very nicely."

Doeadair looks both scared, and intrigued "Well, good you know that, saves me an arrow"

Masey laughs lightly and puts a hand on Dagmar's arm "Food, drink, dance or talk?"

Color rises in her cheeks again. "Dance?"

There are two types of dancing going on, with some, it's couples, as always, same sex, or no... two people moving in orbit... but there's also a circle, all women, dancing over a mural marked floor , the mural with almost an ivory patern

"You and me?" Masey offers, keeping one eye on Belinda "Or join Belinda in the circle?"

The troll is torn, and swallows hard as thoughts rise up in her head.