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]

[infiniillusion]

[Hey now, the hair isn't stupid! Though probably more girly than most men would ever allow on their heads. Of course, Kanda doesn't think so himself.]

[He does realize he's being eyed however, and glares right back.]

[What?]

[meanvrsnofellis]

Th'fuck're you gawkin' at?

[infiniillusion]

[Well, this is definitely a jolly fellow.]

And you?

[meanvrsnofellis]

You were starin' at me first. Got somethin' to say?

[infiniillusion]

Sure. You're an idiot.

Can you smell the testosterone? :D

[meanvrsnofellis]

[Moving towards him, Daryl's expression darkens, a slight snarl crossing his lips]

Y'wanna say that again?

Oh yes. The air reeks of it.

[infiniillusion]

[Kanda doesn't move a hair - he's fought bigger opponents all his life so obviously he doesn't see a reason to be intimidated by an approaching angry looking human.]

[Instead, a light mocking smirk flashes on his face.]

So you're deaf, as well.

[Main Hall]

[armorangel]

Varon found himself sprawled out on the couch and wearing a full tuxedo with satin royal blue lapels, cummerbund, tie and vest. His patent leather shoes gave it all away to him that he was probably shanghai'd into a shotgun wedding ceremony and immediately he jumped up from the couch. "What the-"

Now standing, Varon's shock was reinforced when he spotted the fully decked halls, mistletoe and other implements of festive cheer. "I've...been kidnapped by elves!"

Immediately he runs for the door only to find them locked and frantic pulling doesn't aid his escape only to make a bunch of noise in the process.

[infiniillusion]

Even if not frantically at all, Kanda is also going around pulling at doorknobs in attempts to get out. So some guy doing just that already gets his attention. However what leaves him utterly confused are the words.

He doesn't know all that much about Christmas after all; it's quite plain where he comes from. So he stops and gives Varon a slightly confused look, still scowling of course.

"...elves?"

[armorangel]

Varon whips his head around to the sound of a new voice. It was strange to him that anyone would have paid much attention to him in a place like this but at least it wasn't in a threatening way. "Yeah. You know, someone must've kidnapped me and this being Christmas, I just thought it'd be elves. I know it ain't true but that's all I can get."

He continues pulling on doors until he managed to find one that would open only to find that it was an extension of the main hall. "That's one big room."

[infiniillusion]

Meanwhile Kanda continues being suspicious, as the concept of elves is quite unfamiliar to him in general. After a few moments of stubborn hesitation, he sets off after the stranger.

"What are they and why are they related to Christmas?"

Ever had a stubborn child pestering you about Santa and where babies come from? The mood just might be a little similar here.

[armorangel]

Not that it really bothered him to talk about it. It was mostly a joke on Varon's part. He might as well have a little fun with it in the meantime.

"There's these little blokes, you see, and they make toys and things for all the little boys and girls around the world for this jolly old fat man that likes to sneak in houses. It's the sort of story that parents tell their kids so they would go to sleep on time on Christmas Eve. Kinda dumb if you ask me but hey, who am I to judge on parenting? I'm still a kid m'self."

Varon scans the room and it's just as tacky as the Main Hall itself. "Looks like they threw up everything in this place."