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THE CHRISTMAS MINGLE YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT
At some point in the night, taking advantage of the perma-silence, Lucifer and a few others sneak about to decorate the dormitory for the holidays. The morning of 12/25, you'll wake up to the smell of Christmas cookies wafting from the dorm kitchen, and upon actually leaving your room, there are string lights and decorations thrown up in the hallways and the common room proper.
The decorating is, of course, courtesy of Nene, who has been working hard to ensure that there's something more beautiful than those ghoulish paintings on the walls here. You can thank Helena, Sidney, and Lucifer for both the cookies and other, more substantial food which will periodically be presented throughout the day — Lucifer practically lives in the kitchen for the duration of the party and can sometimes be seen shooing the other two out to go have fun. That said, the table housing all of these dishes, ranging from traditional Christmas meals (as best they can do with limited resources, anyway) to more ostentatious treats will never be empty, so please eat to your heart's content!
Thanks to Amami, there's a large, undecorated Christmas tree in the middle of the common room that looks to be very well taken care of. Next to it is a table full of art supplies for making colourful paper ornaments, and a small card lying nearby that instructs those participating to write down a wish on the ornament proper before hanging it on the tree. It may not come true, but you know it'll be safe since no mysterious forces set this up — wish away!
Should you come to spend time at the party and fraternize, you'll find that you're being waited on by a number of small little imps except they're all wearing tiny Santa hats — they'll bring you food and drinks and candy should you request it, and they're on their Best Behaviour, so please be nice to them! They are simply underpaid service workers. They're absolutely thrilled to talk to you in chirps and weird demonic chittering, and they understand what you're saying at least.
In the back corner of the room, there's a minute-to-win-it type game set up: two chairs are tied by the backs together by two ribbons, about two feet apart from one another. Nearby, there's a table of candycanes for use in this game. The goal of the game is to toss a candycane while standing on one of the chairs and get said candycane to catch on the ribbons, or to see who can get the most candycanes on a ribbon in a minute. The instructions are explained on a little card sitting nearby, with further note to not eat all of the candycanes (there are more set out on the food table, you see) so people can play, and another smaller note banning the use of magic against an opponent who doesn't have it. Let's keep the game fair, people. And let's thank Hikaru for running out to get an obnoxious amount of candycanes for everyone.
Lucifer will intermittently come join the festivities from time to time when he's not cooking, wearing this, please feel free to bully the demon for celebrating the holiday from the religion he hates. He can take it, it's okay.
Last but certainly not least, Noah is roaming about the party using his magic to try and liven the place up. Little stars hang from the ceiling around him in a ten-foot radius, and should you frown at all, he will come up to you and put cat ears formed of magic shadows on you until you laugh. On occasion, he can be seen slipping out of the party with cookies and stacking them on a plate in front of Komaeda's door. The stars go with him, but the good news is that Natsume is also helping with their little lightshow, so the twinkling indoor galaxies will not be absent for long. It's a joint effort between Clamor's apprentices, and their hard work really shows through, magic training is difficult after all. Feel free to bother either of them to do magic tricks for you, if you'd like, or just lie down under a curtain of stars.
The night promises to be magical (semi-literally), even if we're all stuck in purgatory, so relax, put your feet up, and sing Christmas carols to your heart's content. And don't worry about the cleanup — just try not to pass out on the floors.
[OOC: Merr Crimmus try not to kill each other, that is my only request, otherwise go buck wild]
The decorating is, of course, courtesy of Nene, who has been working hard to ensure that there's something more beautiful than those ghoulish paintings on the walls here. You can thank Helena, Sidney, and Lucifer for both the cookies and other, more substantial food which will periodically be presented throughout the day — Lucifer practically lives in the kitchen for the duration of the party and can sometimes be seen shooing the other two out to go have fun. That said, the table housing all of these dishes, ranging from traditional Christmas meals (as best they can do with limited resources, anyway) to more ostentatious treats will never be empty, so please eat to your heart's content!
Thanks to Amami, there's a large, undecorated Christmas tree in the middle of the common room that looks to be very well taken care of. Next to it is a table full of art supplies for making colourful paper ornaments, and a small card lying nearby that instructs those participating to write down a wish on the ornament proper before hanging it on the tree. It may not come true, but you know it'll be safe since no mysterious forces set this up — wish away!
Should you come to spend time at the party and fraternize, you'll find that you're being waited on by a number of small little imps except they're all wearing tiny Santa hats — they'll bring you food and drinks and candy should you request it, and they're on their Best Behaviour, so please be nice to them! They are simply underpaid service workers. They're absolutely thrilled to talk to you in chirps and weird demonic chittering, and they understand what you're saying at least.
In the back corner of the room, there's a minute-to-win-it type game set up: two chairs are tied by the backs together by two ribbons, about two feet apart from one another. Nearby, there's a table of candycanes for use in this game. The goal of the game is to toss a candycane while standing on one of the chairs and get said candycane to catch on the ribbons, or to see who can get the most candycanes on a ribbon in a minute. The instructions are explained on a little card sitting nearby, with further note to not eat all of the candycanes (there are more set out on the food table, you see) so people can play, and another smaller note banning the use of magic against an opponent who doesn't have it. Let's keep the game fair, people. And let's thank Hikaru for running out to get an obnoxious amount of candycanes for everyone.
Lucifer will intermittently come join the festivities from time to time when he's not cooking, wearing this, please feel free to bully the demon for celebrating the holiday from the religion he hates. He can take it, it's okay.
Last but certainly not least, Noah is roaming about the party using his magic to try and liven the place up. Little stars hang from the ceiling around him in a ten-foot radius, and should you frown at all, he will come up to you and put cat ears formed of magic shadows on you until you laugh. On occasion, he can be seen slipping out of the party with cookies and stacking them on a plate in front of Komaeda's door. The stars go with him, but the good news is that Natsume is also helping with their little lightshow, so the twinkling indoor galaxies will not be absent for long. It's a joint effort between Clamor's apprentices, and their hard work really shows through, magic training is difficult after all. Feel free to bother either of them to do magic tricks for you, if you'd like, or just lie down under a curtain of stars.
The night promises to be magical (semi-literally), even if we're all stuck in purgatory, so relax, put your feet up, and sing Christmas carols to your heart's content. And don't worry about the cleanup — just try not to pass out on the floors.
[OOC: Merr Crimmus try not to kill each other, that is my only request, otherwise go buck wild]

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ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ...ₛᵩᵤₑₐₖ!
( the cat has gone for the day, and the rat has came to play! if rio waits a little more, there's another sticky note. )
ƐƐƐƐ=ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ |-_-⁻|
( and finally the third )
ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ_____
( his three blind mice. )
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At least it's not more cookies. Cats don't eat those. They're piled up pretty high though. Perfect knocking-over height, actually, where they can scatter all over and get stepped on and there's crumbs everywhere for days and everyone's generally inconvenienced by the entire affair.
Not that he'd do something like that. ]
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he hums, tapping his finger against the note pad as he stares drawing him. it doesn't take long, but there is the sound of paper being ripped off the notepad, crumbled up, and scribbling heard until a new piece slides underneath the door.
it's a paw, the same sort rio drew before, but this time the sticky end has use by acting as the claws. he makes it reach out, seeing if the light, sticky grip can catch hold of anything. once it connects to something, probably rio's own notepad, he'll pull the paw back to take the sticky.
better react fast! )
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Rio will send the paw back with another mouse - but this one isn't in a cat's mouth, and it doesn't appear to be one of the ones sent to him. Instead, it seems to be a cute little mouse toy. It's the kind with an oblong body that ends in a pointed little nose and only has ears, button eyes, and a tail.
A second sticky follows seconds after: ]
/☆ᐠ ̥ ̮ ̥ ᐟ\?
[ He hunted this for you too. Does he get scritches now? ]
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another sticky is presented. )
/☆ᐠ ̥ ̮ ̥ ᐟ\? ... /ᐠ^௰^ᐟ♢\S
( he manages to draw both felines, a little blocky, but he's done his best with the previous notes that rio has given him. it seems like the cat is willing to come out and greet on very few conditions, and it's to follow the rules given.
can rio do as told? )
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Speaking of, he does flick a cookie off of the top of the pile.
He slips another sticky note under with what appears to be an agreement: ]
\/☆ᐠ ̥ ̮ ့ ̥ ᐟ\*ᵖᵘʳʳ*
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his hand retracts, and he closes the door with a loud click. he must have locked it. )
_〆/ᐠ´エ `ᐟ♢\~
( the cat is writing, but he seems unimpressed, or maybe that's the face of a challenger? )
once they hatch, they're attached to their parents legs, and out of luck.
they change colors as they grow up, from yellow to white, they're a baby ____._〆/ᐠ^௰^ᐟ♢\~
( bring him it. )
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There's the sound of a zipper sliding, followed by rummaging and the click of pencils, and then finally scribbling.
This one takes him a little longer, but Rio eventually returns a sticky note with the same soot ball cat drawn, now laying down with two ducklings drawn in the same style (i only have this leave me alone) - one on top of it, along with a few question marks, and to the side. Sadly, the soot ball does not have any accessories, but it does have a little basket in its mouth with a cute little ribbon decoration and what looks to be peeps of various colors inside - pink, purple, yellow, blue... Komaeda doesn't like sweets, and Rio isn't terribly fond of such saccharine things either, but he might appreciate the aesthetics. Apparently there was somebody at ASUNARO that liked American sweets. ]
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he's not too fond of peeps, it's just candied sugar balled together, marshmallow layered over a sweet, crunchy coating. anyone who eats that must not care about their visit to the dentist. )
ⓛⱉⓛฅ...mrrr...
( next to the face happens to be a stick drawing of just a human, which implies that rio has to look for someone in particular. the only hint is that they happen to be wearing shoes. if he needs another hint, he can pull the kitty tail. )
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The cat is laying down at a slight angle, its bushy tail sticking straight out and its stubby little u-shaped hind legs sticking up. There's a piece of paper held out in front of it, which appears to be about half the size of the cat, and due to its tiny arms and the large size of the paper its only able to hold it in one paw.
A second one is slipped under a few seconds later. The cat is now comfortably curled up on the piece of paper, which crumples beneath it. These two drawings presumably are intended to represent his confusion about the entire affair. Or maybe he's just saying that he'll do what he wants? Or maybe he just thinks this is cuter. Who knows. Either way, you need to be more clear, Komaeda. ]
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in front of the cat will be a window that has little specs of snow, which indicates outside, and on the opposite side of the wall happens to be a small birdhouse on the ground covered in cold white.
what he makes after is a large circle, and inside there will be two beaks that point in, almost like they're kissing. that's not the point of the drawing, but it's to indicate that there's something around like it. in his final sticky note that he slips under, there's a scribbly cat with soot dust particles coming off its body, and the small house on its back.
there's nothing else to identify from these pages. )
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Komaeda, you are resigning these birds to their fate.
Scribble scribble... He slides one more sticky under the door. The soot cat has its front legs laying in front of it, the hind legs up, tail in the air. It's positioned perfectly to go pounce on something. Deciding that to be ominous enough, Rio pushes himself up and off the floor and tries to decide if he actually wants to entertain either idea, or to just be satisfied with the number of cats that he's given, or just start pushing more cats under the door. Decisions, decisions... ]
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grabbing his scribbly, he makes a long furred, shaggy cat that has the cute little swiggle bang across its nose indicating that one komaeda has, but there's a small curling of the cat's paw with a thumb sticking up in good job. there's just another sticky shortly after the other one, there's a picture of two little birds drawn, that are sitting on top of the cat's head which tells they should be well behaved.
when he lays down on the floor, he can see a few cookies flicked on the floor which is courtesy of ranger, he supposes. it's here that he uses his long, bony fingers to try and grab one of the cookies, flicking it into his room. )
Mya...~
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The first sticky shows the shaggy cat laying down, with the soot ball cat behind it, its paws placed on it's back. It appears to be nipping the other cat, and there's a little heart that's been colored in pink. Considering he has no desire to nibble on Komaeda, one can assume this is just a weird way of agreeing to behave. Either way, the second one shows the soot cat with earmuffs and a cute little scarf zooming off. That one's a little more straightforward, and is followed by the sound of light footsteps headed away from the door. ]
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he doesn't kick up much of a fuss, instead, he lays down on the floor as he sticks the notes up on the door.
now it's just the center covered in soot ball drawings, but he leaves the one zipping off on the floor for frame of reference. how else will he be able to draw a response? )
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He is, however, now a very wet cat. His pants and boots are soaked, and the rest of him is damp from the melted snowflakes that had fallen on him throughout the entire affair. Fortunately he also likes Komaeda well enough, or he might just go andd put them back out of pure spite.
He crouches down, the little birdhouse on his lap. It's wet, but who the Hell cares about that when the rest of him is too?
Scratch, scratch, scratch... ]
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scratch, scratch, scratch... signals him, komaeda pushes himself up from his bed as he walks over to the door, staring at the sticky notes attached to the door. from soot cats to a little note saying that they'll relieve komaeda of all his cookies by the end of the night — that's a secret santa (though, he knows who that is). it doesn't take long for komaeda to unlock the door, slowly, light filters through for him to push it open completely, and his eyes glance down towards the floor to see where rio has placed himself.
he really is wet, along with the birdhouse that has snow dripping off the edge of the roof. without a second thought, he shuts the door once again in front of rio's face, and the sound of footsteps walking away is heard from where the ai sits. it's a couple of minutes after until the door opens again, and there's a towel in komaeda's hand that he's placing on top of rio's head, obscuring his vision, but komaeda's trying to dry him off. )
You found them, and so you've done well, Riokun.
( his eyes glance at the cookies that's been flicked onto the floor as he slowly dries the other off, and he hears the audible burbling, and there's a bit of shaking coming from the bird's house. rio can feel something hop out onto his leg, and then another, until they bounce off to both individually sit on the top of komaeda's shoes. it's for a moment until one bounces to grab a piece of rio's clothes, pulling a bit to get his attention, but he won't be able to see because komaeda is trying to help him.
animals have always liked him, even though he's an unlikeable person. )
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The birds hop on and off of him, and he can feel one tugging at his clothes. If Rio had any sense of how to handle animals, he would reach out to give it attention anyway, but he doesn't quite know and so he resigns himself to being dried off. One glove has already been removed, and he takes the other one off as well, shoving it into the pocket of his jacket off before he shrugs it off to try and shed the heavy feeling of sagging fabric. ]
Well, it's better for me to do it. None of you are meant to be out in this weather.
[ They're from a warmer climate, after all, though they seemed to be hanging in there pretty well all things considered. There's another little whine as he's dried off, though he doesn't make any real effort to object to it. ]
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( it's worse, but komaeda doesn't too much care for the horrible parts because for him, there's always a silver lining after the storm. he welcomes every negative aspect that could change the world as he knows it, and it's the same as going outside to fetch a pair of birds if he needed to do so. it's cold, so that's no good for them, and because he likes animals, he would want them brought inside to keep them safe, and warm. rio regulates a certain temperature always, so seeing as the birds are happily leaving from the house, albeit shy, they nestle in the male's lap together. )
As for the doves, you're correct. They shouldn't be there, but someone was kind enough to get them.
( he pulls up the towel, touching it to see how much water is soaked into the fabric. it's enough, so he believes that the others hair should be dry. being an ai, being unable to get sick unless a true virus breaks down his code, it must be nice whereas komaeda suffers every day. a complete memory, an able body, a system made up of logic that makes decisions on whether this is right or wrong, well, if it makes sense. komaeda wouldn't know what to do if he had a body like that, he probably wouldn't be the person that he is. )
All finished.
( and he withdraws, walking back into the room before shutting the door behind him.
...
is he coming back? )
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He stares down at them now that he's no longer being toweled with his usual curiosity, almost fascinated by then, and he experimentally takes his bare hand to try petting one with a cautious and feather light touch that one might not expect given his usual demeanor. He's never handled birds before (or most animals for that matter,) but he thinks that you're supposed to pet the head, and with most animals it's better to go with the grain.
He doesn't mind animals, and he's relieved when the gesture seems to be acccepted. He'll continue in this manner for a short time, but not too long, not wanting to overstimulate them and being overcome by his own nerves and instead opting to let the birds soak up his warmth as readily as he does Lily May and Komaeda. Careful control, a body that self-regulates, limited pain, and a mind that can be written and rewritten and changed and broken by anyone who's so lucky as to touch it. A mind that will never forget, no matter how happy or sad something is, and this too will be permanently committed to his memory.
...
It'll be a pleasant memory, he thinks. ]
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he's silent as first, not making ant effort to speak, rather he's allowing for them to become comfortable. adjust to the new set up in the warm dormitory, and also in the warm lap that rio has to offer. there's no way for komaeda to point out what's right, and what's wrong, but those beady little eyes from the luzon should say enough as they look up at rio than komaeda.
at one point, komaeda was lucky to find them, and now they've become creatures that both him and npckun look after. it's here he thinks he doesn't mind rio doing something of the same. he looks to the side, seeing the cookies piled up, and chuckles breathily, not too loud, but low enough so that it doesn't bother the birds. )
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He tilts his head this way and that as he examines the bird, curious and thoughtful, hesitant and uncertain, and it could almost be called childish if he were capable of that kind of innocent wonder. As it is, he treats them like the fragile creatures that they are. His gloves, which act as a barrier between himself and every person and object, are gone now. It's the first time since his arrival that he's allowed himself to truly touch anything save his face cards with bare hands like this.
They're soft, and he can feel their cool feathers beginning to warm. He's quiet for awhile, but eventually he'll murmur a question. ]
Do they have names?
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( he's quiet as he answers, not wanting to startle the bird that rio has taken a liking to; it's no different from how he made lily may sit into his lap, and now he's trapped with birds. komaeda's going to start thinking this is the best way to introduce rio to animals, as long as he's sitting, and holding them... it might bring the best outcome yet.
there's no hesitation afterwards. )
P-kun didn't want to because they aren't pets, but... I did wonder over a few.
( he would just give them the names of the people they remind him of, those that bleed their heart out, those that weird their heart on their sleeves. there's only so many people that fit that type, but he doesn't dare speak their name aloud. it's the one that's hiding its face away, komaeda points them out with a flick of his wrist, and his index finger pointing. )
What would you name them?
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[ Though he supposes that doesn't make them pets. It at least explains why they were irresponsible enough to leave tropical birds out in the snow though. That said, he doesn't mind being held hostage in this way. He looks down at them, considering. Bleeding heart birds? Hm... ]
Ah.. Are they male or female?
[ Or one of both? Are we going to have baby luzons next year? ]
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( they could have been preowned by someone, and then they were lucky to get them instead. now, when it comes to the genders, komaeda blinks before looking down at the set of luzons. )
They're shy, so I didn't want to handle them any sort of way.
( which means, he doesn't know, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out for one hand with his palm open, wondering if at least one will hop in, and let him inspect. )
It's best if they're the same gender, ahaha... does anyone know how to take care of baby birds?
( komaeda does, but he likes to seem useless. )
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