Community Event 3: Happy Holidays!

[itsabelle]

Okay, okay, she got volunteers this time. She kind of had to in order to get the lights, tinsel, and various decorations up and around the room. Yes, that massive tree and all the ornaments were not possible to get up by the small dog alone. Not only that, but she asked everyone in Future Foundation, Hope's Army, and other friends to contribute an ornament to this tree.

"It looks great! Now, get that table over there! Oh, make sure the presents are under the tree... not that under! That table goes next to the tree for the Secret Santa gifts. Perfect!"

Bells jingling, she walked over to inspect the food. Looked great with turkey with stuffing, ham, and cinnamon baked apples, but she encouraged people to bring food from home too. For her, she paused at the fruitcake, tail wagging. This was her contribution after learning humans didn't like fruitcake for some reason; she was determined to make one everyone would like. Drinks of coffee, hot chocolate, non-alcoholic cider, and eggnog, she was going to keep this family-friendly... mostly. Again, she tried to accommodate for everyone.

Music? Check. Tables? Check. Laptop to contact Kalos? Check check. Looking up and at several areas in the room, mistletoe was a check. With a smile and nod, she hopped over to the doors and opened them.

"Happy Holidays everyone! Enjoy yourselves!"

[OOC: As said, have fun! Gonna post a few optional thread, but feel free to make your own.]

Comments

Secret Santa

[itsabelle]

[There's a table for Secret Santa. Of course, it's optional to use. People can of course deliver their gifts directly.]

Cynthia and Super Sonico

[itsabelle]

[Someone show Cynthia how to use video chat.]

Homura and Kayneth

[itsabelle]

Harvey and Kureha

[itsabelle]

[I swear this was all random.]

[kurechin]

[ ... you know, if Kureha didn't trust Isabelle enough to know she wouldn't pull a stunt like that, she'd suspect this was on purpose but. Oh well.

So. She's got him a gift. And she's feeling all kinds of awkward but she goes to deliver them in person anyway. She's got something she wants to say. ]

Um. Mister Finevoice...?

Haruka and Dave

[itsabelle]

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka tried to knit Dave a scarf. Tried. The chaotic mess of yarn looks more like Swiss cheese got thrown into a blender, but it's there, even if now it's serving a transformed purpose as a decorative nest to put this thing into. She's also filled the mug with five-cent candies, so that's a thing.]

Yahaha. Sorry?

Maya and Tran

[itsabelle]

Mistletoe

[itsabelle]

[Mistletoe, mistletoe, and kisses on the cheek will do for people who randomly find themselves there.]

[mindofathief]

[Duster gets distracted at some point during the party - all the food and friends got him to stop paying attention to his surroundings. Because of this, he finds himself suddenly underneath the mistletoe with someone next to him.

He looks up.

Then back at the other person.] Um.

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka has Meringue out and is bounding around the place, drinking hot chocolate and setting out a fancy Christmas cake. The tacky clothing has returned, and this time it's even Christmas-themed; seems she was right about ugly clothes giving her murderschool nostalgia. Meringue even has a little matching scarf that clashes horribly with the red ribbon on his head.

She might also have snuck around setting up more mistletoe around the place. Haruka's is plastic, though. Hey, she doesn't have that much cash.]

[kurechin]

You're going to cause an incident, you know.

[ surprise, a Kureha has appeared. she knows what you're up to, missy. ]

Are you trying to set anyone in particular up, or are you just trying to get anyone kissing?

[mopocalypse]

The world's not going to end because of kissing! Probably. Maybe? Though it might be exciting if it did. Now I'm going to have to think about that.

[smiiiiiiiile]

Whoever either needs the push or would just be hilarious to watch.

[mindofathief]

...Isn't this a bit much?

[Is your plan to make no place free of kissing? Duster turns to look at the food table. There may be no safe places when Haruka is done.]

[mindofathief]

[Those who were expecting Duster to arrive in his suit will be surprised to find him wearing a green sweater and his regular bright red pants. He'll get to the double bass...eventually...but while Tazmily has a winter solstice festival, he wants to experience a Future Foundation Christmas to the fullest.

He helps Isabelle decorate the tree before the party because why have dogmom do all the work when you can reach the highest branches without the use of a stepladder?

Duster leaves Rope Snake to slither off and explore the table of food while he finds a comfy spot to sit and watch the wonderful gathering of people.]

[mopocalypse]

Yaha, Aniki! [Haruka waves, not that you couldn't spot her from across the room in that tacky outfit.] I've never done Western Christmas before like a lot of these people have. Actually, I've never really done much of Christmas the way we do back home, either. How's the party?

[kurechin]

Duster, Merry Christmas!

[ tis a Kureha! she sits herself next to him with a little smile, that bag of gifts swinging on her arm as she does so. ]

Did you help set all this up?

[kurechin]

[ She's a little late (because it's kind of hard to keep track of the time in yuri bear world) but rest assured that come this Christmas party, Kureha is here. She's dressed up all fancy with her hair tied to the side in a neat low ponytail and she's got a big bag dangling from her arm that looks like it's full of presents -- to say nothing of the huge bouquet of purple hyacinths in her arms, but those are for her secret santa.

With that passed off, she's ready to mingle and catch up with everyone -- and probably give out the rest of her gifts, too. ]

[callbacks]

[SUDDENLY, A BROTHER NOODLE.]

Sis!

[Dave drapes himself obnoxiously all over Kureha's shoulders, because this is what passes for a hug around these parts.]

Where have you been all my life.

[Dave, geez, she's only a little late.]

[mopocalypse]

KUREHAAAAAAAAN!

[Haruka waves and dashes over from across the room, that same bag she toted around murderschool in tow. It's hug time.]

[callbacks]

[Like Dave would miss Christmas.

While he sometimes has a tendency to pull back to the sidelines at these events, Dave seems more excitable than not today, bursting with cheer in that weird way he somehow manages without straight-up beaming like a lighthouse. He's wearing an ugly Rapidash Christmas sweater that surely he had to order online--no self-respecting shop in Kalos would offer that--and generally wandering between the tables and the tree, warm cider always in hand.]

[washingawaysins]

[Oh right, it is Christmas, isn't it?

Wash is here, power armour and all sans his helmet. Without it he looks, well...he doesn't look worse than he did in murder hotel but it's still clear being back on Chorus has been rough on him after the everything that was what Monaka put them through.

Par the course, he's being the tallest, most heavily protected wallflower around but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a box full of presents sitting by his feet.]

[mopocalypse]

Yaha, Washington-san.

[Bounce bounce. Haruka hops over, Meringue following after her while balancing a plate of mashed potatoes he can barely hold.]

I didn't expect most of this to be basically the same as the Thanksgiving food. I thought you ate KFC on Christmas? But according to Dave-kun, that's just us at home.

[kurechin]

[ space dad.

her greeting isn't quite as exuberant as Haruka's but there's a warm smile on Kureha's face as she makes her way over to him. She doesn't see everyone quite as often as she'd like and Wash even less so (not that it's his fault, of course) so having him here -- at Christmas, no less -- is just an even better addition to the festivities. ]

Merry Christmas, Wash.

... I'm glad you made it.

[callbacks]

[Power armor is no deterrent to NOODLE HUGS.]

Pops, Pops, Pops.

[Dave only hangs off him for a second though before dropping neatly next to the presents and looking up with expectant brightness.]

Which one's for me?

[Wow, who's raising this shit-eating child, they're doing a terrible job teaching him manners.]