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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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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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[ He thinks so, anyway. Rio is a little envious of how at ease he seems to be with them. It doesn't bother him, though, since he thinks that just means he can feel safe in having someone to correct him.
One of the two luzons has monopolized Rio's attention by now, and he leans into that a little more. His eyes flick to the side as the other, no longer distracted by him, seems to grow curious and abandons his lap in favor of Komaeda's hand. ]
It should be fine as long as you're paying attention, right? Don't animals show signs when they're stressed?
[ Spoken exactly like a person who has zero experience handling animal. He looks up, waiting for the answer. ]
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( they're part of the dove family, so they're pretty smart, and that's why the one is able to hop into komaeda's hand with ease. it trusts him, but he's always been trustworthy to animals, for some reason... they flock to him. he lifts his prosthetic hand, for once wishing he had literal touch as he brushes against the bird's beak in silent awe. )
They'll cry, pick, do whatever they need to let you know that they're frustrated.
( the luzon allows komaeda about two brushes against its beak, and then a soft "woooooo" to tell how they're feeling. he's not like his fellow ultimate peer back home, so he doesn't have that eccentric to translate, but komaeda can make up what he believes he's heard. )
It told me you have a cute nose.
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[ Speaking of, he spends enough time neglecting the bird that remained in his lap long enough by now that it's starting to peck at his fingers. He blinks, looking down, and responds by stroking it's head, gradually working his way to side where its ear is. Needy indeed.
That said... A cute nose? He looks a little puzzled by that, and his free had unconsciously comes up to touch it. ]
Birds care about things like that.
[ Not on humans anyway. ]
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( a teensy, small lie, but he got what he was after to watch rio touch his nose. he laughs softly, index finger brushing along the beak as the luzon responds back in kind though hesitant so it's all on his terms. they're such terrified creatures who can actively shake in their grasp, he doesn't like moving too much or they'll wind up having a heart attack. )
Doves are pretty smart on their own, ( how the one responded slightly bothered when rio stopped giving it attention. ) and greedy. That could be because you're a reliable heat source.
( he lifts the bird, checking the little patch on their chest. )
Males have a brighter blood patch unlike the females.
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Probably. They're not gonna want anything to do with me once summer hits, ahaha.
[ Since he's the same temperature regardless of season. Rio thinks to ask if that's the same reason that Komaeda clings to him, given how many nights they've spent together by now, but he doesn't want to hear the confirmation of that spoken aloud. ]
Do they?
[ He's looking down now. ]
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( komaeda looks over, sizing up rio's body, which causes him to laugh just a bit. when it becomes warm, that's normally when komaeda is wanted for his cool skin, he's practically the best person to huddle with around that time. how many times has he been praised for his cold body during the summer, but he has a feeling that rio's thoughts reach past the birds, and also effect how they'll sleep as well.
rio didn't ask about it, so komaeda sees no need to answer. )
If you have a tray of cool water next to you, I don't see why they wouldn't hop back and forth between.
( this one has a brighter patch, and as i finally take us out schrodinger's bird. ) I believe yours is darker.
( which answers a few questions. )
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[ Well, he probably wouldn't kill them, but he's not the most comfortable person. He doesn't retain heat any more than he does cold, so at least he shouldn't run warm.
Finally we are free of schrodinger's bird!! ]
I'll get wet.
[ Said like he isn't already a wet cat. Even with his jacket slipped off behind him and the gloves taken off, his shirt is damp, and his pants too. He really didn't need to go out in the middle of a snowstorm. ]
Anyway, so it's one of each then?
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( maybe if someone had a fan that was blowing while they held onto rio, it could be like snuggling up to a heating blanket, and having the cold air hit them at the same time. that's how i sleep, actually. )
You're already wet. ( that said, he should account for that too, which he'll lower his hand so that the bird can hop off, and komaeda's lips purse into a straight line as he looks back into his room. )
Do you want to wear something of mine? ( the luzon sits in front of rio now, showing off its blood mark, confirming rio's suspicions. )
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Rio frowns, tugging at the front of his shirt and looking down. Komaeda is right, though his face and hair are at least relatively dry thanks to him, but he can still get wetter if he has birds splashing him.
One of each sex, hmm... They would need to be careful with that. He does lean forward to offer it a couple strokes before looking to Komaeda, a little surprised by the offer. Is that really okay...? ]
Sure, if you don't mind. Pretty sure I'm gonna spend there rest of the night just drying off if I don't change into something else.
[ He wrinkles his nose at the idea. It's uncomfortable at best to sit in wet clothes, and he feels kind of disgusting. ]
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( he's already to his feet, turning towards the door as he unlocks it for the door to slowly open. the light spreads into the hallway, and inside rio can see all the sticky notes that komaeda he's gained all while being trapped inside. there's all sorts of colors from white, yellow and pink, and the ones that have soot cats are laying on the floor, and also attached to the door. looking towards add's bed, he'll see a plate of cookies, and looking to another across he'll find... another set of cookies, komaeda has collected a lot.
it'll be find to let the birds hop around on the floor if he chooses to do that, but komaeda isn't worried with rio watching after them, and begins looking for spare clothes to offer. )
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It really does seem like he's gotten of attention tonight, which is probably the opposite of what he had been looking for... Well, then again, he did leave the stickies out and kept responding, so maybe he didn't mind. ]
You seem like you're having fun.
[ He probably doesn't need to make things worse by sticking around, though. It should be fine if it's just for a few minutes though. ]
Hey, Nagito...
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( he could reply to that he's having fun, but self-loathing comes after that, and he doubts that's what rio wants to hear when he came for a shirt. it does slip almost slip when he parts his mouth, but he inhales, then exhales, pursing his lips into a straight line as he keeps his mouth shut.
could he have fun? it's just sticky notes, and other little things that read, "these cookies are for you!" or that "you should come and visit komaeda!" it's things like that, but he still remained shut in his room, and only came out to talk with rio, he hasn't done that for others.
...
he lifts his head, glancing over. )
What?
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He shakes his head, deciding against whatever he had intended to say. In truth, he's not quite sure what that was - Rio knows, and he doesn't, because the words all bleed together until they've formed a sickly looking puddle.
... ]
Nevermind, it's nothing.
[ Nothing in his voice suggests that he's disappointed or upset, though perhaps a touch embarrassed for having opened his mouth for nothing. He pushes himself off the door before he risks damaging any of the stickies, crouching down by the birds. ]
Hmm... What about Kuu for one of them?
[ It's a cute name, something to try and make up for failing to deliver. ]
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( it's at this moment he pulls out a familiar shirt, a double of what he normally wears — a white t-shirt with a symbol stained red on the front. as he looks at it, he holds it out, closing his eyes, he thinks the spear stabbed him just below that marking, and he turns around as he walks over to rio with it. )
Kuu? Like "coo"? That's pretty simple, but fitting, Kuu... can be the girl.
( he chooses, pointing to the bird that happens to be hopping underneath the bunk bed just a few ways away. komaeda's cleaned up aside from the notes, and so he's not too worried as he holds the shirt up to rio, checking to see if it'll be a good fit. they're around the same size, so he thinks this'll be fine, and he crouches down to meet with the other; eyes staring into his own.
... )
If you have something to talk about, you can say it.
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[ He's not immediately able to make eye contact with him. Then again, maybe it is that? It seems as though he's suddenly grown all that much more sensitive, and with that more anxious about his own thoughts. His eyebrows furrow, and there's a slight frown as he tries to work through that problem. He had known that trying to change the subject wouldn't work, Komaeda was too sharp and it was far too obvious, but he had to try.
At least the name had been accepted. He glances to the bird, pleased with that, before he's finally able to meet Komaeda's eyes. He opens and closes his mouth few times, struggling to find the right words. ]
Mmn... Did something change between us?
[ That's not the right question, and it's not what he wants to say, but it's probably as close as he can come right now. It might not be hard to guess why he's suddenly puzzled. Knowing what emotions should be there and how relationships should be defined is one thing, but it's another to start sifting through it while at the same time being aware of the feelings of others in a different way than before. He can' seem to figure out how, though, or define it as good or bad.
...
He hadn't wanted things to change, but he didn't want them to stay the same either. ]
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