Er, more curiosity than problem, but anyway...
Why does nearly every female around him want in Sebastian's pants?
I wonder the same thing. No offence meant to him.
Halfter: [shrugs]
Perry: Not my type if you know what I mean. Plus, he's too full of himself.
Ferrl: Well, to be honest, he's not my type either. He's not even my species. From indirect observations, though, I'm reasonably sure it's down to charisma. And that some girls like a man of mystery.
Petunia: Depends. Is he a disguised prince?
Summer: Doubtful. I find him interesting, but not in the manner of a potential mate.
Perry: In the manner of a potential specimen for ye olde corkboard?
Summer: Wouldn't like to say.
Ishtar: People, people, what's so difficult about this? He's hot. Being able to speak in more than grunts is a bonus.
Jillis: I think Ishtar covered the sali- salient points. Oh, and he's even hawter when around Weft. Trust me on that one: it's a girl thing.
all hellbitches: [don't give a stuff]
[Mutt fails at writing females.]
Sylvie: ... I think this observer has a thing for overstatements.
Nico [looking thoughtful while grinning]: hmmmyeah, or possibly overgeneralising from Auker
Xan: [too violent for her poor author to repeat - summary, she's not interested]
Nico: I would like to see that corkboard, though.
[Anke refrains from bringing the topic to Pips' attention, thank you so very much...]
If anyone really wanted to break you people's brains here, he could mention that Shii... literally got into Sebastian's pants.
Pssht.
I've seen the corkboard. It's fixed to the wall in Summer's part of this brain. The fixing is twisted wire hanging from a screw in a rawlplug. The corkboard measures about half standard tapestry size both ways. It hangs further out at the top than the bottom. The right corner is tilted a millimetre or so lower than the left. The frame is very cheap untreated lightwood and sloppily put together: there is visible splintering at some of the corners and the joins are wide enough to work a fingernail into. The pins are normal half-moon thumb pins, brass. Pinned to the board are a lot of old, faded postcards and newspaper clippings and an annotated print of a sketch by Wyldsong.
Summer: [straightens the board wordlessly]
Auker: Hey! A guy shows up in my meager kitchen, is half-naked and I'm still half-drunk! WTF! For all I knew I was damned dreaming! What's wrong with you people?! Are you all a bunch of... [Rave]
Sebastian: Thank you, that's flattering, but not even nearly every female wants to get into my pants. Nor would I let them. To Perry, thank you, I'll take that as a compliment.
Helmine: You know, that's not what --
Sebastian: THAT was different.
Argilla: If mother is to be believed... [Pauses and watches Sebastian]
Sebastian: [Goes slightly pale]
Argilla: [Smiles] Such a harmless puppy you are. Come visit.
Snog: Uuuhhhh... I don't get it.
Character cast: Tell us something new!
[to Helmine] What was different?
Also, Auker, I completely agree; it's all his fault.
Auker: Oh good. Very good. [Glares at Sebbie]
Helmine: My mother, but to be fair, she can be, er... a handful.
Perry: Take it how you like mate.
Weft: Does information overload always make Nico lose interest? Ooh. [could have a new string to his bow here... or maybe she was just ignoring him]
Mutt: I hate browsers, I hate CSS display bugs and I hate everythiiiinnnng. Oh, note to self, edit template so it'll also filter out forward slashes.
Sorry, Weft. Thanks for the info. ^_^
It's more like unanswered questions are more interesting than answered ones.
[awards a the blue badge for the most sensible contribution to Ferrl]
Yes, I think Nico's last comment proves my point. [smile]