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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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( isn't that what this is about when komaeda doesn't have to make anything, he doesn't have to do when he completely ignores certain situations that can just pass him by. he wasn't happy, but he forces a smile on his face despite wearing ultimate despair's arm, he wore a smile when he decided that to justify his means was to make himself an end. he's never satisfied, he's always satisfied, so why does that matter, but he can see where rio is coming from. he doesn't fight against it, he's always been making the comment that as long as he was happy with the end, that it was justified. )
It's all mine, so don't sweat the complicated things.
( with his words leaving from past his lips, he's more concerned about the raise of rio's hand, watching it with his own trained eyes. they're tired, they've been empty, they're also curious especially when they come close to him, and there's this need to move away, this pinching sensation in his mind as he feels the other touch him. komaeda flinches, eyes closing as his eyes slowly flutter open to feel bare hand touching his cold, pasty skin that lacks all color. his hair however, at the moment was soft, well-taken care of that he could run his fingers through it without catching any knots. he's frozen in place, allowing him to scout komaeda's body in this manner, but it's not as comfortable when he doesn't know the reason as to why. they were just talking?
it sends a shiver down his spine, and with his palm placed on the bed, fingers curl into the fabric as he stares at rio to find what the point is within his eyes. instead, he captures the way he looks to the side, his cheeks tinting pink, nd komeda blinks even slower while identifying what's caused him to act so... is he nervous? most likely so considering the way his fingers twitch at komaeda's hand. )
You're embarrassing, you know that?
( he's always been fine with his prosthetic taken, but people trying for his organic has made him feel sick. if only rio knew how... disgusting he was, the things he did with this body, he's nothing worth keeping or associating with. he's what's left of despair, a remnant that can affect other people if left to his own devices.
he wants to change, too. )
Rio Ranger is my touchy partner that I'm proud of.
( even if it terrifies him knowing what his luck can do, he allows his organic fingers to lace between rio's, and he can feel how cold komaeda's hand happens to be. practically freezing, but he finds that rio's wet own are just as warm despite the condensation. )
Merry Christmas.
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His hair is soft, though, and the feeling of that cool skin under fingertips makes his heart beat faster. It was just a whim, for no reason at all, and it wasn't that at all. Rio had wondered what it would be like to touch him even before being completed, but he could never work up the courage. He thinks to pull away, but he's stopped from doing so. His eyes widen a little, lips parting slightly as he feels Komaeda's fingers lace through his. His skin is freezing cold, so unlike his own, but he thinks that Komaeda's hand fits nicely in his own, and he doesn't want to let go. ]
Ah... Am I?
[ Embarrassing or touchy? He doesn't specify. But there's a slight, shy smile. Maybe it'll be alright if they stay like this, just for a little while... ]
Merry Christmas.