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hadriel_logs2018-12-26 08:26 pm
pocketspa) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-12-26 08:26 pm
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[closed] by all calculations, we're pretty sure...
Who: The residents of Horny House (imported house 5-1) and their esteemed invited guests (The Drakes, Alphys, Gren, Ephemera, and Cecily)
What: It's Candlenights! And considering how much the rest of the month has sucked, it's fuckin time.
Where: Horny House (imported house 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be clean, other than some drinking and cursing.
The thing about Candlenights is that nobody actually knows what day it is. The nature of Candlenights is it's appearance- its not Candlenights, and then suddenly it just is. There's calculations you could do, sure, but that sounds like a lot of work, and the twins about figure that it's been roughly a year since they last did this. Plus, this month has sucked in an incredible way for them both, so you know what?
It's Candlenights now. Boom, just like that. Fuck you, Gods. It's Candlenights.
So when the guests arrive, the house is as decked as they're able to get it, under the circumstances. The front hall has shiny beads and a line of floating candles to and up the stairs, which guests can climb to find the party on the top floor. The living room has the familiar warm ambiance of the house itself; more candles floating around the room but giving off no heat. If someone takes the time to brush them, they might realize they're illusions, capable of producing at least light. Thankfully, a fire pit in the center of the room burns bright and strong, hitting some sort of invisible wall if it tries to flick outside the boundaries but providing warmth to the room at large. The kitchen holds plates of food, a large stew on the stove with meat from one of those large beasts simmering to taste. Additional hors d'oeuvre, mostly breads and fruits, lay in dishes for guests to partake. And for later, a large cake dusted in powdered sugar sits atop the mantle, waiting to be cut. A few bottles of wine, obviously hoarded since better times, sit on top of the bar to be distributed as one sees fit, as well as a large punch bowl filled with... something. It's alcoholic, but uh, maybe take it slow. Or don't, and get drunker than you've ever been. It's Barry Bluejeans' Ultra Punch (what if Punch...... but More) and it should be imbued with caution.
And finally, the thing Taako is most proud of, is a real bush sits in the corner surrounded by gifts. If one were to look closely or think about it critically, they might realize only Carlisle's gardens have bushes, and this one looks very similar to one of those. Don't think about it too hard! Just marvel at the bush! It's also been covered in illusory candles, so it isn't a fire hazard, but they're not above putting real candles on it. What do you think they are, safe? Please.
But for once, among the gloom from the last planet to this one, and the darkness in their lives, Candlenights brings warmth and good tidings for the year ahead. Time to get through the winter, folks, and maybe quite literally forget your problems for a while.
This is a mingle log! Post top levels, give gifts, get incredibly drunk on magic punch- anything goes. Happy Candlenights, everyone!
What: It's Candlenights! And considering how much the rest of the month has sucked, it's fuckin time.
Where: Horny House (imported house 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be clean, other than some drinking and cursing.
The thing about Candlenights is that nobody actually knows what day it is. The nature of Candlenights is it's appearance- its not Candlenights, and then suddenly it just is. There's calculations you could do, sure, but that sounds like a lot of work, and the twins about figure that it's been roughly a year since they last did this. Plus, this month has sucked in an incredible way for them both, so you know what?
It's Candlenights now. Boom, just like that. Fuck you, Gods. It's Candlenights.
So when the guests arrive, the house is as decked as they're able to get it, under the circumstances. The front hall has shiny beads and a line of floating candles to and up the stairs, which guests can climb to find the party on the top floor. The living room has the familiar warm ambiance of the house itself; more candles floating around the room but giving off no heat. If someone takes the time to brush them, they might realize they're illusions, capable of producing at least light. Thankfully, a fire pit in the center of the room burns bright and strong, hitting some sort of invisible wall if it tries to flick outside the boundaries but providing warmth to the room at large. The kitchen holds plates of food, a large stew on the stove with meat from one of those large beasts simmering to taste. Additional hors d'oeuvre, mostly breads and fruits, lay in dishes for guests to partake. And for later, a large cake dusted in powdered sugar sits atop the mantle, waiting to be cut. A few bottles of wine, obviously hoarded since better times, sit on top of the bar to be distributed as one sees fit, as well as a large punch bowl filled with... something. It's alcoholic, but uh, maybe take it slow. Or don't, and get drunker than you've ever been. It's Barry Bluejeans' Ultra Punch (what if Punch...... but More) and it should be imbued with caution.
And finally, the thing Taako is most proud of, is a real bush sits in the corner surrounded by gifts. If one were to look closely or think about it critically, they might realize only Carlisle's gardens have bushes, and this one looks very similar to one of those. Don't think about it too hard! Just marvel at the bush! It's also been covered in illusory candles, so it isn't a fire hazard, but they're not above putting real candles on it. What do you think they are, safe? Please.
But for once, among the gloom from the last planet to this one, and the darkness in their lives, Candlenights brings warmth and good tidings for the year ahead. Time to get through the winter, folks, and maybe quite literally forget your problems for a while.
This is a mingle log! Post top levels, give gifts, get incredibly drunk on magic punch- anything goes. Happy Candlenights, everyone!
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Hey - [And whoops, Lup is absolutely dropping down to the other woman's level now, freckled cheeks flushed right there in front of her and her breath smelling faintly of the Ultra Punch she's been slamming back all evening. The fingertips tracing against Alphys' shoulder slip upwards to curl under the other woman's chin, tipping her mouth up ever so slightly. So that when Lup breathes out, Alphys would feel that warm puff of breath against her mouth.]
Don't even worry 'bout it. Bar an' I are good. Real good.
[Better than they've ever been. Stronger than Lup even thought was possible. A little kiss between friends won't change that.
Her eyes drop down to the end of Alphys' snout before they're flicking back up to meet her gaze.] Y'know, yer lookin' real good too, cutie.
[And Lup doesn't need any other prompting before she's tipping forward to steal a quick kiss from the lizard, something quick, but warm and so very soft.]
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She completely freezes when Lup drops down in her face, eyes wide, blush overtaking pretty much her entire face. How did she get into this position? How could she ever hope to be so lucky? She's had dreams like this. Alphys feels as if her SOUL is about to jitter so hard it just rockets out of her body, and yet, she doesn't move.
And then Lup kisses her. Like, really does it. And if not for the hand on her cheek, Alphys would've hit the floor. It's pretty much the only thing reminding her to be upright right now, and holy shit, that is desperately needed. She presses back, almost chasing her lips when it doesn't linger, utterly speechless.
I'm sorry Lup she's just gone, like. Girl, bye.]
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Fuck yeah!! She's hot!!!]
You home, Alphy? Look a little dazed, hun.
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Her response is kind of gurgled, like she's struggling not to just die.]
I'm... t-that was amazing. Is this what Candlenights is about because this is my n-new favorite holiday.
[If Lup is paying attention, she might even see something small right near the top of her breast; it's faint, but it's a pure white upside down heart, seeming to glow on a matte sheen with some sort of energy. Alphys hasn't seemed to notice.]
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Sure is! [It is not.] What's the point of a big holiday if it doesn't involve a hella lot of smoochin', am I right?
[Lup looks like she's about to go on from there, but her attention gets drawn downwards to Alphys' chest and the faint glowing heart there. Now that's new.]
Hey, babe, s'that? You got a little glow on your boob.
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Uh-- t-that's nothing! Just, uh, it's--
[She brings a hand up to cover it, though it's still kind of flickering brighter and not around her grasp.]
I just, uh, guess I got more overwhelmed than I thought.
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I am pretty phenomenal, huh?
[But like Lup's about to just drop the subject. She reaches forward and playfully bats Alphys' hand out of the way, so she can get another look at the little heart jumping against her chest.]
Wait a sec, does this happen every time you get smooched on?
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Not-- not really!
[Oh god how does she explain this, help.]
Is it-- d-- would it scare you if I said it was my Soul and p-please don't take it because I will die, like, actually die.
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[Oh, she's mad with power now.]
Honey, do I look like I scare easily? Did you forget I ripped out my own damn soul to become an undead abomination? No, this? This is just cute.
[Her hand covers close, but she doesn't touch the heart, doesn't try to snatch it and run. She's just admiring it's color, the strength of it's beating.]
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[Sometimes you just forget your friend is a being of immeasurable power. That doesn't happen to her very often, or like... ever except for right now.]
Look, it's-- all monsters have souls, it's where our magic and uh, everything c-comes from really, it's... kind of how we, uhm, well. Connect to other people. Sort of. Kind of.
[She's going to burst into dust out of pure embarrassment, though she does quickly follow up.]
I'm r-really serious about the death thing, though, I mean, monsters don't have physical bodies, that's the uh, the actual only thing holding me together for real so.
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Poor Alphys sputters and stutters while Lup continues to inch forward in fascination, not at all minding that she's right up on the other woman.]
Hon, don't sweat it. I'm not gonna fuck with your soul. Spoilers, I'm sure, but I kinda love you havin' you living here with me. Being undead is not the best look for everyone. Just me.
[Lup dying may not be a Very Big Deal, but other people close to her? Yeah, that isn't allowed.]
Y'know, you're so damn cute, soul an' all. Lemme kiss you again.
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To be fair, she can't imagine Lup would have done it on purpose-- Lup wouldn't hurt her, even as a joke. But there's lots of ways for humans, or at least non-monster beings, to accidentally kill a monster. Just not a lot of HP to go around, she's afraid.]
Ohmygosh, y-- you're gonna-- y-you don't have to...
[Is she already waiting for it tho, ur damn right.]
If you were from my world, it uhm. You might have known what yours was like, too. Human souls come in a couple different types, actually.
[Look at this. She could be making out with a hot elf and she's still thinking about science. Alphys, girl.]
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What about elves?
[Human and elf's aren't the same, even if their appearance certainly lines up more than with a monster's. But now that she's asking it, Lup's not sure if Alphys has ever mentioned knowing other elves or not, if they even exist in the world she's from. Maybe it's only monsters and humans, nothing else. She's been on stranger worlds.
Lup's palms slip down to tenderly press against Alphys' face, to trap her between the elf's hands.] What do ya think my soul would look like?
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She starts talking almost immediately after Lup asks, a babbled train of thought.]
I mean, we never heard of there being other races, since we just knew humans, b-but maybe we were just in a really human area or elves came later or--
[Her snout mushes up a bit as Lup grabs her face, and she has to stop and think of a way to say this without sounding totally nuts. At least this was the not traumatizing part of her research; she's one of the only people with any sort of knowledge about this.]
Well, uhm... theres 7 types. Each ones a different color, so there's uhm, red, orange, yellow, green, light blue, dark blue, and purple. Each one has uhm, different... well, it's not really magic for humans, but we have magic based on them that exemplify certain traits.
[She should probably get to explaining that, because otherwise she'll be here forever.]
So p-purple is like, sustained damage, but sort of the power to fight through opposition. Dark blue is gravity, it's like... a heavier one, but one that knows it's uhm, what it's about. Light blue is all about staying still and b-being patient, and green is like... being there for someone and not running away. Yellow is uh, kind of hard to say, it's a seeking one for uhm-- it always finds it's target to bring justice, kinda. Orange is about charging in and g-getting through, and red is... well. Determination. The power to change fate against all odds.
[She looks away just a bit at that one. Just a moment. But this isn't about her. It's about Lup.]
I, uhm. For you, it's... hard to say. Probably purple or orange, but, you have a lot of good qualities, so...
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But Lup behaves while Alphys answers her questions, the elf's head tipping thoughtfully to the side while she considers all of this, lips pressing together tight while she thinks. It's interesting to think of colors with certain traits, instead of associating them with the elements, like red to her usual fire. But thinking of red as something that changes fate against all odds? Yeah, that's definitely something Lup can agree on.
It certainly fits for their little band of red robes flying against the Hunger all of those years. It works.]
Fair, I'll eat up those compliments for sure. Sounds like me. But you didn't mention white. [She gives the other woman's cheek a pat before she's slipping one hand away to point towards Alphys' chest.]
Yours is all white, babe. What's that color mean?
[Please don't be anything depressing, Lup wants to get her smooch on still.]
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Alphys' eyes follow Lup's fingers down to her chest, looking a little more confused anything. What about her? She doesn't have traits like that. Well not in her soul at least.]
Well, uhm, all m-monster souls are white. We're malleable, uhm, because of magic, so... the reason we know those traits about human souls is because we can use magic kind of, based on them? Not all of them. But like, light blue magic means you have to stand still or the attack will hit, while orange means you have to be moving. And green keeps you from running away! Like that.
[Not that she... knows a lot about that.]
I'm not really good at any of it though. Just the uh, the t-theory.
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Oh, huh.
[It's all just...a little too much for an elf this totally drunk, but look. She's gonna just pretend she knows what's going on. She's just gonna press her palm to the other woman's cheek and slip in close again, mouth curling into a grin.]
Just the theory? Sounds like you just need a little more practice...
[She honestly doesn't know what she's talking about but just let her do a smooch.]
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So like yes do a smooch Alphys is just gonna die here. But like, a good die.]
I mean, it's not that k-kind of practice, but-- no, I get it, I--
[Ok she's gonna kiss she's gonna DO IT shes GONNA DO IT]
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It's a very nice kiss. Clearly, Alphys needs to be sharing her smooching skills more often.
Before she pulls away, Alphys would feel Lup's mouth twisting into a grin against her, the kind that lights up her whole face. This party was definitely the best idea the twins have ever had.]
Nice.
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Alphys just looks dumbstruck, so bowled over and face bright, but gives Lup a thumbs up anyway.]
S-So nice.
[Best. Candlenights. Ever.]