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yogen2021-12-22 12:49 pm
carpevinum) wrote in yogen2021-12-22 12:49 pm
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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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It won't be.
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slowly, the knob turns, and there's a faint light that peeks out from the room as he opens it slowly, and it doesn't take long until he leaves it cracked enough so that she can push it open and come inside. if not that, she can look inside to see if she can find the person that owns the room, either way, it's left up to her decision, and he can hear him taking a few steps back almost like he's trying to find the perfect pose to be when a queen is about to scold her servant.
should he ask for forgiveness? did he do something wrong? )
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kaede takes the offer, peering in at first before she steps in for real and shuts the door behind her. that seems polite, since he'd had it closed in the first place. when she turns around what sort of position is he in.]
there's no sticky here
it's actually amazing how none of them fell over yet. aside from that matter, he bows his head down much to his chagrin as eyes glance off to the side. he truly is pathetic. )
I'm sorry for the mess.
( it's actually a clean room aside from the cookies piled, and the sticky notes around his floor that he's accumulated, oh and on the door... it seems that's where he's been sticking them. )
sticky......
[she heard once that boys were supposed to be messy. her own room might be messier than theirs at the moment, actually, though only because she hasn't. been there save to sleep. her bag and clothes? they are tossed onto something because she lives alone and she'll start being better tomorrow she promises.
anyway, she'll take a seat in front of him on the ground, hello... maybe she'll clean up some of the stickies and the ones on the floor on the door proper.]
... You can lift your head, by the way... It's sort of weird to talk to you when you're like that.
no more sticky.....
( that's the last thing he wants to do as he lifts his head to look at kaede proper, he remembers their last conversation before the one in the snow, and she was right to feel off-put by komaeda. it does break his heart, so he looks off to the side thinking of the last conversation they had together. she seems more willing to be around him, but all he can think about is how she's probably ruining her image by being so close. )
Hm, I'm sorry, Akamatsu-san! Ah, to come this far, did you need me to do something for you? I don't mind helping an Ultimate when I can!
( it makes him feel better switching this off of him to being used, that's normally a better way to engage with someone more important. )
please......
No, nothing in particular... I guess I could use something to drink, I forgot to grab anything before I came this way. Do you mind getting two waters?
[so she can sneak some cookies off the tower even if komaeda would gladly hand them over anyway]
NO MORE STICKY!!
( slowly he gets up from where he's sitting, and it's without any complaint that he walks over to his door, walking out, and shuts it behind him.
...
...
she can have as many cookies as she wants. )
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kaede's going to eat three of them. actually, she's going to sit on add's bed and snack on them like a queen. hopefully only komaeda comes back, because nothing would be weirder than to return to your room and find a total stranger sitting on your or another's bed eating cookies similar to the ones outside and at the party. oooh, she has to make sure this isn't the only thing she eats... and that amami doesn't find out, because he might actually think less of her for pigging out. not that someone else's thoughts matter to her but like, they're friends, and she wants to avoid being embarrassed in front of her friend. he might use it as ammo to tease her too. she has to avoid that at all costs, since she doesn't have a saihara-replacement to redirect onto yet.
oh, this plate is going to be empty by the time he returns.]
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Here.
( his eyes look down to the plate beside her that's empty, and with a soft chuckle, his eyes connect with hers. it's only for a moment until he drops down to her mouth to try and see if there's any crumbs located at the corner of her mouth, or even on the top or bottom of her lips. he could look down even more, but he decides not to. he's not that sort of person, after all. )
Wash them down, I don't want you to choke. I wonder who has been making them... they have decent craftsmanship.