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hadriel_logs2017-12-30 12:31 pm
pocketspa) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-12-30 12:31 pm
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[closed] we haven't really explored the sexuality of candlenights
Who: The residents of Sorrow's imported housing, building 5-1 aka Tres Horny House (Magnus, Merle, Taako, Lup, Angus, Barry), with special invitee Kravitz
What: It's Candlenights! The city might be dreary but the holidays are still hoppin'.
Where: Tres Horny House (Sorrow's housing, 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be pretty clean, aside from crude jokes.
[Despite the decidedly non-wintery conditions outside, the residents of the Tres Horny House refuse to let that cut some Candlenights cheer. Unlike last year's scattered disaster of crystal and a very averted end of the world, this year there's been time to prepare. Even through limited resources, the twins have managed plenty of food for the seven of them. They've been hard-pressed to find a good bush, but one's been transplanted into the middle of their living room, surrounded by gift boxes and decked in small twinkling lights. Magical spheres float around the room in lieu of electricity, small pulsing orbs of gold, red, and green to illuminate the space in warm, soft glow, accentuating the few candles they've managed to find and actually have. Taako's even taken to tucking some sprigs of fake mistletoe around the apartment; notice it or not, he's not here to be the Candlenights police.
It's got the makings of a great holiday. Let's see how they wang this one up.]
[ooc: It's a mingle log! Tag around, give gifts, eat so many magical cookies you get sick, find yourself under the mistletoe, I don't care, make it gay.]
What: It's Candlenights! The city might be dreary but the holidays are still hoppin'.
Where: Tres Horny House (Sorrow's housing, 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be pretty clean, aside from crude jokes.
[Despite the decidedly non-wintery conditions outside, the residents of the Tres Horny House refuse to let that cut some Candlenights cheer. Unlike last year's scattered disaster of crystal and a very averted end of the world, this year there's been time to prepare. Even through limited resources, the twins have managed plenty of food for the seven of them. They've been hard-pressed to find a good bush, but one's been transplanted into the middle of their living room, surrounded by gift boxes and decked in small twinkling lights. Magical spheres float around the room in lieu of electricity, small pulsing orbs of gold, red, and green to illuminate the space in warm, soft glow, accentuating the few candles they've managed to find and actually have. Taako's even taken to tucking some sprigs of fake mistletoe around the apartment; notice it or not, he's not here to be the Candlenights police.
It's got the makings of a great holiday. Let's see how they wang this one up.]
[ooc: It's a mingle log! Tag around, give gifts, eat so many magical cookies you get sick, find yourself under the mistletoe, I don't care, make it gay.]
oops we fucked up
Oh shit, the kid is absolutely trashed. This is incredible.]
Hell yeah, Ango. What else were you expecting? Taako and I always throw the most bomb-ass parties. You can ask anyone.
[Please ask no one.]
YA DONE GOOFED
I've only been to one of his parties before, Ma'am, and I snuck into that one, but it was also very good, 'til Mr. Miller goofed up with the... th'philosopher stone. He made macaroons! Taako did, I mean. Not. Not Mr. Miller.
... Macarons?
'M not sure which.
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Oh right, you were there, weren't you? [Lup vaguely remembers the last Candlenights, hearing everything secondhand through the umbrella while her brother had thrown macaroons around and they'd all ganged up on the poor kid like usual. Her hand flops onto the top of his head affectionately at the thought.]
Well, I'm about to blow last year's Candlenights right outta the water. Wanna know how?
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Angus relaxes against Lup and almost leans into her hand, because goddamn, does he love hair-ruffles. ]
You aren't... y'don't mean that literally, do you? No explodey pyrotechnics on Candlenights. S'against the rules.
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Angus. You better hold onto your butt later, kid, cause a proper Taaco Twin Candlenights Spectacular doesn't end until we drag the bush outside and see just how far we can make it fly. It's family tradition.
[And since he's pretty much family now...]
Anyway-- [Lup drags a small gift box out from behind her back. The package is wrapped beautifully, with a big festive bow on the top, the name tag simply reading Angus ♡. She hands it to him, no tricks.]
For you.
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[ He'll file that 'family tradition' remark (and all that it implies) away for further examination, when he isn't alcoholically compromised. In the meantime though, there's suddenly a present in his hands?? Angus stares at it, starry-eyed and amazed. It takes him a few seconds to start carefully unwrapping it, almost as if he'd been so caught off guard by getting a present to begin with that he'd forgotten the next step. ]
Ma'am, you... you didn't have to!
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When Angus finally unwraps the gift and tugs off the box lid, he'll find a single item inside, delicately wrapped in mismatched tissue paper. A magnifying glass. His magnifying glass. The one Angus kept tucked securely under his pillow in his room.
Lup's just regifted the boy something he already owns.]
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[ For a second, Angus is genuinely tipsy enough to be surprised by the magnifying glass. Then he takes a closer look, notices the well-worn grooves in the wooden handle, the slightly tarnished brass, the scratches in the lens from that time he dropped it while chasing down a suspect, and his eyes go wide. ]
... it's mine? It's mine! Lup, when did you even go in my room? I had this hidden!
[ He sounds more indignant than anything, though he also sounds like he's about to crack up and start giggling. ]
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[Even if Angus doesn't crack up immediately, Lup does, the woman throwing her head back and absolutely winding herself from cackling too dang hard at her own joke. Honestly, the look on his face? The reaction? Fucking nailed it.
She goes on for at least a full sixty seconds before her laughter dissolves down into a few lingering giggles, Lup reaching over to affectionately punch Angus just a little too roughly in the shoulder.]
Looks like I'm the greatest detective now. What d'you think about that, Ango?
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I think you have to solve a couple more murder cases 'n'order to get the title, ma'am. I still have you beat, in that respect.
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Hey, I only just started down this career path! Gimme some time to catch up to you, alright? Then we'll either have to team up or become bitter rivals.
[Lup's wide grin suggest that she's happy with either one.
At the end of the night (or maybe more accurately in the morning when he wakes up a little hungover), Angus would find another gift from Lup left in place under his pillow. A small leather bound journal wrapped in a bow. It had been a gift to Lucretia some months back, but she hadn't gotten to use it before disappearing. Lup's held onto it for too long waiting for the woman to come back. May as well pass it along to someone who'll use it.]