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From her very, very fleeting experiences with cherubuns, Aurora couldn’t say that she was jealous of the saintly sort’s origins, but curious? She would freely admit to that, and how could she not be, when seemingly overnight a bed of fluffy, marshmallow-like clouds appeared on the outskirts of Burrowgatory? It was evidently the perfect foundation atop which to build shops, restaurants, and even an Embassy for the newly displaced buns, since those popped up n...

There was no question about it: every single carat that Milla had gambled away at Angora’s casino over the past year, she was prepared to get back tonight in the form of excessive volumes of champagne. Hors d'oeuvres, too, but the champagne was much easier to track down at the masquerade, considering just how many waiters were flitting back and forth across the ballroom to make sure Angora’s guests were properly sauced up for the festivities to come. The fin...

Milla was certainly under no impression that playing bass in a band at a few dive bars around Burrowgatory somehow entitled her to an invitation to an exclusive event like the Fairy Masquerade, but damn if she hadn’t always wanted to go to one of Angora’s fancy parties. Rubbing elbows with some of Burrowgatory’s elite, expensive champagne overflowing, and then there was the inherent romanticism of a masquerade… or so she imagined. Milla had never been to...

A blind date. Hyacinth had never tried anything of the sort, but with Matentine’s season here, the matching service provided by the Church of Sulfur had become more and more tempting until she’d finally given in and put her name into the pool of buns seeking a connection. What was the worst that could happen, after all? If the date went badly, at least she’d requested to meet at her favorite tea parlor. A cup of Earl Grey was always a delight in the still-...

‘Strange crazed scientist falling in love with her’ was certainly not on Milla’s bingo card for this Matentine’s season, but considering how her little heart yearned for a connection not quite as fleeting as some random at an orgy or a one night stand, she had to keep her options as open as possible.   At first, she’d considered the match making service provided by the church, but when one day a bun ...

It was an inexorable fact that given any sort of party or celebration in the Burrowgatory, Breakfast would be in attendance. The bun was drawn to the sound of music or rowdiness as if by some demonic, magnetic force, and with Breakfast these days often came her shadow, or better or worser half (depending on who you asked and at what point in the ravelry they found themselves in) Klaus.   Equally inevitable was...