Kaitlyn frowned, tapping her pencil on her clipboard. "Do you know what this Shipfest is missing?"

"Leather trousers," Zingenmir said. "It's just not the same without them."

Neshomeh shook her head. "I'm sure I've seen hS wearing them. Or not wearing them, as the case may be."

Twistey raised a hand hesitantly. "Er... is it memes?"

"No," Kaitlyn said, smiling at her, "but feel free to introduce them. I meant-"

"Corsets," Scapegrace muttered from her chair. "I keep trying to fit them in, but I just can't make it work."

Kaitlyn flushed slightly and coughed. "Not what I was thinking of. What we're missing... is femslash."

The others considered this, and then Twistey raised her hand again. "There was that thing with me and Calliope..."

Scapegrace nodded along. "And there's lots of slash-slash. Some of it involving fictional characters."

"Or sandwiches," Zingenmir added. "Or was the sandwich female?"

Neshomeh cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses. "She has a point," she said. "Femslash is a tradition here."

Kaitlyn nodded firmly. "It's where it all started. The very first ships were girl-girl."

"Um." Twistey's hand rose again. "I thought the first ship was you and hS."

Kaitlyn flicked a hand. "Details, sliated."

"Which is a reference to TOS," Neshomeh murmured. "I can probably look up the-"

"Bjam/BiD," Kaitlyn said hurriedly. "Andy/Saphie. Jay/Acacia."

"Kaitlyn/Thalia Weaver?" Neshomeh suggested.

Flushing again, Kaitlyn shook her head. "I don't think that ever... the point is, femslash: we need it."

"I mean, I'm not objecting," Scapegrace said, "but if I can't even manage to get corsets in, how are you going to organise this?"

There was a Pop! of displaced air, and Voyd appeared on the table. "I can help!" he exclaimed as the plotters variously yelped (Kaitlyn), rolled their eyes (Scapegrace), or fell out of their chairs (Twistey).

"Ah, Voyd," Neshomeh said, "we're talking about femslash. With ladies."

"The clue is in the name," Zingenmir put in.

"That's right!" Voyd scrambled to his feet and patted his (her?) chest. "I've been genderbent, see? So I can help!"

Kaitlyn frowned. "Wait, are we talking gender or sex, here?"

"And does it even matter?" Scapegrace asked. "I vote no."

"I can look into the question," Neshomeh suggested. "I've got a survey I can adapt for the purpose."

"Let's... maybe we could stick to people who were female before the shipfest," Zingenmir said. "You know, for the sake of simplicity."

"Aww." Voyd pouted. "Fine. But see if I ever get myself genderbent for you again." With another Pop!, he was gone.

"So if not Voyd," Twistey said after a moment, "who are we going to fem, uh, ship?"

The others looked at each other. Then, one by one, they turned their gazes on Twistey.

The relative newbie's face slowly coloured, reddening to the tips of her ears. "Oh. No. Well... no. No. Um. Weeeeeell..."