Christmas Party log!

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Character Names: Anyone and everyone!
When: Christmas morning (Dec. 23)
Where: First floor, mostly the main hall, dining room, and kitchen
Summary: The Author's Christmas party...attendance mandatory. If you don't go, you'll wake up there.
Rating: PG-13-

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[Main Hall]

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The tree and presents are here, as are the fireplace, and a table of drinks and snacks; there's a couple extra couches and sets of chairs, and at least the Christmas carols are down enough to make it easy to talk without raising your voice, although they're definitely ever-present.

[Main Hall]

[meanvrsnofellis]

[What the fuck? As far as Daryl knew, he was heading to his room. Aaaand now he's stood here. Not wearing what he was a second ago. Now dressed as smartly as he's ever been, in some nice(r) jeans and a white dress shirt, dem sleeves are gettin' rolled the fuck up as he heads further into the room, his usual perma-scowl on]

[infiniillusion]

[Well, would you look at that. There's someone else with a scowl and looking terribly out of place in this festive context.]

[Kanda considers asking the guy if he has any ideas how to get out of here, but decides against it and instead watches him head into the lion's den... or, well, the middle of the whole crazyness. Good luck.]

[meanvrsnofellis]

[Sup bro?]

[As he looks around, Daryl notices the other scowling man. With the long, stupid looking hair. He looks him over quickly, blue eyes narrowing at him a little]

[Dining Room Banquet]

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Food, food everywhere, and plenty of space at the big table! The banquet's self-replenishing; you can take as much as you want and there'll be more when you or someone else goes back.

[eliminatecrime]

Mikami did not look like he was enjoying the entire party setup very much, just like always when those came around.
He did look good in his tuxedo though. He wore suits everyday, it was just like a bit of an upgrade to that.

Quietly the man sat done. His plate was almost empty, he did not feel like eating much.
Absentmindely he took a bite, looking over the other residents in the room.

[Kitchen]

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The kitchen's stocked as always, with the window looking out on the front lawns of the Manor; if you're after something not out at the banquets or main hall, you can probably whip something up here...

[Kitchen]

[lovestartsat0]

[Ran is making the traditional Christmas confectionery--in Japan, anyway--strawberry shortcake! It was a big one, too...hopefully enough for all of the residents to have a hefty piece.

A crock-pot is plugged in on the counter opposite of her, mulled cider steeping with spices and sliced oranges. The smell of cloves and cinnamon are filling the kitchen.

Come on in! But don't steal any strawberries!]

[Kitchen]

[suna_bitch]

[Hoping that she's not too recognized, Temari slips in. She's wearing a tasteful red dress..something that mildly annoys her. Really, skirts shouldn't go past the knees, in her opinion at least.

Hovering over the crock pot, she glances over to Ran. If she made some good hot chocolate, perhaps this would be good too.]

What is this?

[Kitchen]

[lovestartsat0]

[Oh sweet poignancy!]

[Ran turns to the young lady who arrived in the kitchen, feeling an odd sense of deja vu. Not paying it much mind, Ran lets out a small chuckle.]

Oh, that? It's some mulled apple cider! There's no alcohol in it, so feel free to taste it!

[Study]

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Well, the carols are quiet enough to be a sort-of murmur in the background; there's a few more chairs than usual, although it's still decorated for Christmas like crazy, and there's cookies and mostly hot drinks on a table.

[Study]

[1ofyour5aday]

[Just like last year, Elphaba could do without the nice dress - in her time at the Manor, she'd gotten quite used to not wearing them, preferring jeans - they were just more practical.

Either way, she's sat quite happily in the study, one of her favourite books open in her lap as she slowly nurses a mug of mulled wine]

[eliminatecrime]

[Mikami was another one of those to gladly get away from the parties to just read.
He didn't like his tuxedo very much either, even if he usually wore suits anyway.
He quitely slipped into the room and gave her a greeting nod]

Hello. Don't mind me, I'm just getting something to read as well.

[1ofyour5aday]

[She looks up, and gives him a polite smile, and nod in return]

That's fine.

[Turning her page, she addresses him again, this time without taking her eyes off of the page]

Not a fan of parties?

[Outside]

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Snow, snow everywhere! It's thick, it's fluffy, it's just asking for someone to go roll in it and make snowmen.

[Outside]

[aizensrainman]

[[Wonderweiss has been new to this snow thing here at least, sitting in the snow, drawing incoherent pictures that he's sure himself are a masterpiece. He's enjoying it at least, but not getting cold in the way that he can feel it. It's calm out here and his brain isn't going nuts with the shiny things everywhere on the inside.]]

[motheroforigin]

[ Oddly, the fact that she can now traverse outside in the snow soothes Amaterasu. Perhaps because Kamui was a land of nearly perpetual snowfall, and she and Issun had arrived in the midst of their worst winter yet. She slips outside the first chance she gets, divine markings and Reflector the only real way to distinguish her from the fallen snow.

If they were visible to a person, anyways.

She stops when she nearly steps on someone else's artwork, and her ears perk up as she attempts to admire them, curious. ]

[Outside]

[keep_ur_finger]

[So, Leonardo's a grown man, right? There's no way he's outside, making snow angels and generally acting like a kid on LSD.

Right? ♥ ]