After the new start for the Council of Neonates

[Christine Daye]

"...hic! ....botheration... hic!"

Christine takes the drink from Dorian with a grateful smile.

"...thank you, de-hic! ...Mr Black..."

She sips genteelly, trying to bring her spasming diaphragm back under control. Merriment still dances in her dark eyes, the blood scarlet against the bruised cherry of her lips.

"What..is the most taboo desire you wish fulfilled?"

A tilt of her head. Images flicker in her mind, quickly discarded. Roses and poetry. The sweet smell of crushed meadow grass. Green ribbon against green gloves. The soft pop as bubbles break in a bath... the fall of her hair down her back, lock by lock and hairpins are removed, one by one by one...

She suspects they're not quite what Regulus has in mind when he says "taboo".

"I wish... ah... yes... hic! ... I wish to sing ...hic! ...the role of Don José in Carmen, in front of the ...hic! ....crowned heads of Europe."

She hums quietly.

Ainsi, le salut de mon âme,
je l'aurai perdu pour que toi,
pour que tu t'en ailles, infâme,
entre ses bras, rire de moi!

[LittleBird]

Kira tilts her head, a bemused smile eventually graces her lips, "What is so taboo about that Miss Melody?"

"Mm, I-" Kira ponders...A prison turned to another home. An acceptance into an unknown. A love to continue. A family to grow. A hope to be shared and realised. Trust. How can there be a thing possibly wrong with such wishes? "I...I may have to skip this questions friends, I fear I do not feel anything I desire can be classed as taboo."

[Christine Daye]

Christine gives Kira a bemused look.

"...hic! ...it's a tenor role..."

In case Kira still doesn't get it:

"... a role for a man..."

She smiles to herself, remembering the delicious duet "C'est toi, c'est moi". Sees Carmen fall.

"..of course... hic! I want to sing Carmen too... but that's... less taboo... hic!"

Jamais Carmen ne cédera! Libre elle est née et libre elle mourra!

[LittleBird]

"I remember the voice types, we talked about it when you were showing me sheet music!" Kira chuckles, "A lot of things performers do on stage are different, are more widely accepted then if there were done behind the curtain...there are trouser roles correct?" She tilts head, "Or are they called breeches roles?" she furrows her brow at the thought, a little unsure if she is butchering such terms in front of a seasoned professional, "Or is it the same?" she chuckles waving her hand away, "Oh please tell me the story of the piece sometime! I'm quite intrigued, never seen a musical performance on stage before...only been to a theatre once," she looks out, recalling the overture for the best two months of her life, "for a play...it was fantastic though!-if a little out there,"

[Dorian M. Black]

"I have always wanted to pick flowers in someone else's garden, without them knowing I was doing it."

[Eric Lunaris]

Lunaris is delighted by the change of events, distracting from the endless cycle was always a benifit, and the newcomer new the next game already.

While the extra explanation on the taboo nature of vocal roles may have not been required for Kira, Lunaris found it quite helpful. "Would ye change it so it was a womans role, or would ye teach yeself ta sing that low?"

Dorians answer is more suspicious, and more the kind of answer Lunaris had been expecting. "So... what kinds of flowers?"

When it came round to Lunaris, he leant back in thought for a moment. The answer becomes quite simple after a thought or two.

"I am going to weild the power of God."

[Regulus Grey]

Taking a few moments to process the answers given by the others, Regulus casts a look Lunaris's way before returning his eye to Dorian with occasional glances at the ladies.

"I seek to be hunted, the prize for a successful hunt...me for a night."

He blinks

"Much like Ms Melody, I was taught through pain. I was hunted by my Sire and Grand Sire across the snows, if they caught me...the pain and humiliation was great. But it made me better...faster...stronger. And it gave me a fetish for that kind of treatment."

He once more looks around at everybody in the circle.

[Dorian M. Black]

"Wield the power of God? That doesn't sound very taboo."

"Flowers mmm... I adore High Chaparral. But Lilacs and lilies; narcissus and cliff roses will do. Irises have their place. Hyacinth, however... are mind-numbing, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good. It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid Hyacinth are."

"As stupid a stone that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that in its discussion we will travel far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium. Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. Hyacinth emit more stupid in one minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot be possible that anything in our universe can really be as stupid as a Hyacinth. A pure extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity."

Dorian turns to Regulus.

"That explains a lot about you."

[Christine Daye]

For a moment, Christine's mind is obviously elsewhere.

Don José triumphant, the bloody knife in his fist... looking down at the dark ringlets of the ungrateful bitch...

She shakes herself, slants a look at Lunaris, then reconsiders.

"...oooohhh.... hic! ...recast the roles? ...oh that is a clever idea... hmmm..."

She smiles at Dorian.

"Oh, I do like lilacs too.... and sweet spring primroses... and climbing roses... the wildflowers of the field and meadow... dress me as the flowermaiden... sweet Blodwen... a crown of wild roses in my hair... lilies at my breast..."

She hums, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

...come all you fair and tender girls... that flourish in your prime... beware, beware keep your garden fair... let no man steal your thyme... let no man steal your thyme...

Then:

"I have a question... in this precise moment... right now... hic! ... botheration! ...what do you want?"

[Regulus Grey]

Leaning forward, Regulus refills his glass and sits back. Raising the tumblr to his lips he takes a long carefuls, seemingly waiting for someone else to reply first. His one eye blinks and the becomes that of a wolf once more. A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.