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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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[ IE Angus has self preservation instincts and isn’t gonna let on that he went snooping through their room! ]
The sparkles came from one of those bedazzlers that was left over from an arrival day!
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Friggin' nailed it, boyo. [Even without bullets, this is her new favorite thing. She's going to work out how to turn it into a fashion accessory, just you wait.]
So, you ready for your gift yet, Ango? I'm not sure if you're hyped enough for this.
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I'm very hyped! I just didn't know that you got me one, which was very nice of you!
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Seeing that expression on Angus always leaves the woman feeling warm and fond, her hand flopping onto the top of his head before Lup's turning and gesturing for him to follow.]
Keep up, kiddo.
[She leads him right over to the front door before pulling it open and stepping outside. In this ridiculous getup, she'd absolutely freeze to death if she wasn't already dead, but for a reaper, the chill means nothing, so Lup barely reacts to the frozen ground under her bare feet. Grab a jacket and join her, Angus!]
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L-Lup!
[ He pulls on a coat, shuffles into some boots, and goes chasing after her while casting a quick Produce Flame to warm his hands. ]
Where're you going?
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[Just outside of their little upside down home, there's a new makeshift structure, what at first looks to be a doghouse but upon closer inspection is more of a mini clubhouse. It's mismatching pieces are painted over with a deep, vibrant blue and there's a little blank sign next to the door for it to be named in the future.]
A space of your own! Y'know, when the adults are extra annoying. [Or, maybe more importantly, when events hit that make them all want to split apart. At least Angus can have his own personal space outside of the house without wandering further into the city. Every time that happens, she frets.]
Heated so you don't freeze your tush off an' we can set it up with a little protective magic to keep other folks out of it.
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[ Angus is, for once, at a complete loss for words. He stares at the little mishmashed structure, taking in the sign, the paint job, and dimly registering what Lup is saying...
... and then the mention of 'protective magic' makes him think of the way Lup frowns whenever he comes back from a self-imposed 'camping trip' during dangerous events, and he realizes what the little shed really is: it's basically a cross between one of their blanket forts, and a safehouse.
He darts forward, and throws his arms around her waist in a big hug. ]
Lup, this is so cool, thank you! How did you build it out here without me noticing?
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Didn't build it out here, natch. That wouldn't be much of a surprise. Had some help from a friend getting the whole thing fixed up and then I just dropped it in via portal. Easy as pie.
[There's a little more that went into the construction than just that - the bartering, the putting it all together, the magic - but she's just gonna shrug it all off as easy.]
Pretty damn cool, huh.
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Extremely cool! Who was the friend? I should thank them, too!
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Nuh-uh. That's my secret. Don't you worry about it though, I'll make sure they know it's got the Ango seal of approval.