It's the most wonderful time of the year [PARTAY THREAD]

[npcyoface]

((OOC: I don't think that's Chicago in that icon. XD But it's a city with a tree! This is slow timed for all eternity. Feel free to post into it at any time/make locked threads! Feel free to comment into it several times with the same character if your character has decorations, present finding, and snow ball fighting to do. :D It can happen

Comments

[marchforthedead]

There is weird fruit HOVERING OVER HIS HEAD. This is so not on.

Tomei is currently standing in the middle of Grant Park with a naked sword, attempting to stab the mistletoe drifting above him. It will not. Hold. Still.

FRUIT SHOULD NOT MOVE THAT FAST.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe is eager to see Tomei. Correction, she is eager to see Tomei but she still feels she is being pulled toward him like he's the other half of a magnet.

Oh, God and is that mistletoe hovering over his head?

ABORT. ABORT.

"For the love of cookie dough and freshly spanked poodles, what the fluck is this fluckery?"

[marchforthedead]

"Fluckery," he mutters in agreement, grunting as he stabs upward for the umpteenth time. SERIOUSLY, THIS IS GETTING OLD. And every time he tries to climb up on something to GRAB the stupid thing it floats higher.

It's taunting him. Ghost-ridden fruit is taunting him.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe sighs. There are so many things she must still teach her brotherthing.

It is a good thing that she is there to teach him.

"TOMEI. It's just mistletoe. It's not an evil creature that's out to eat you or sumthin'."

[marchforthedead]

He stops, sword in the air, frowning at her. He doesn't get it, Phoebe. He understood about the mistletoe being... mistletoe. But he's also pretty sure she just told him to eat it. Which, even if he wanted to, would be a lot easier if it weren't floating over his head.

"Can not eat," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe giggles, taking his free hand in hers and tugging him forward.

"You're not supposed to eat it, Tomei. It's mistletoe. It's for kissing?"

[marchforthedead]

He--

No. He did not hear that right.

Did she--

No, he had to have misunderstood. He stares. "Kiss?"

[thehighestwing]

"Kiss," Phoebe confirms with a short, little nod. She cannot helped being amused by his reactions. His faces. Oh, Tomei. Phoebe thinks you make the best faces.

"It's tradition, Tomei!"

She says in a voice that translates to duh.

[marchforthedead]

Tomei closes his eyes.

This is not, he reminds himself, his home. Things work differently here.

Besides, even Raylend thinks he's too formal. So he takes a deep breath, leans over, and kisses Phoebe.

...On the cheek.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe giggles quietly to herself at his discomfort, even as he kisses her on the cheek.

Oh, Tomei.

She wraps her arms around his middle and hugs him tight. Her overly proper, English-impaired brotherthing.

She will protect him from bitches who try taking advantage of that mistletoe over his head.

[ohboythepipes]

Danny is chilling in Grant Park with his own sword. It's resting up behind his shoulder, dripping purple blood. Possibly while other people were throwing snowballs, Danny was killing something. He watches with amusement the jolly green giant himself tries to fight off a piece of mistletoe.

"Don't try to fight it," he says with a self satisfied smirk as he chews on a piece of gum. "It's worse that way."

[marchforthedead]

FFFF THE TINY MAN. Tomei glares at him, lowering the sword until it's a very sharp barrier between them. He does not trust you, Danny. He's still pretty sure that whole monster incident was your fault.

Hobag.

[ohboythepipes]

Danny smiles in response to that glare. He likes creating such a reaction from most of the people he runs into. It's how he rolls. He gnaws away on his gum.

"Now don't take your anger for the mistletoe out on me. It only wants to help you find some tail, sheesh. Cut the little green guy some slack."

[marchforthedead]

Tomei grumbles. He is going to leave.

He is going to leave. Until... well. Until the massive slavering reptilian-looking undead beastthing that the narrator just invented thanks to Tomei's recalcitrance comes thundering out of the trees and through the snow toward them.

Tomei glares at Danny again. Somehow, this is his fault.

[ohboythepipes]

Danny is so excited. Killing one monster is not enough to satisfy this archangel. No, he needs several. With wide hips and nice bosoms. Oh, yeah. He just went there in narration calling women monsters. Never mind that he's not really interested in sex with anyone... apparently that's never enough to stop a dirty, mean joke from osmosizing into narration when he doesn't have the chance to say it out loud.

He sends Tomei a grin to his glare and brings his sword down.

"You could run, you know?" He makes a motion with his hands to indicate running and points at Tomei. "Flee? I'm all over this shit."

[marchforthedead]

Tomei snarls in response. Danny did not just tell him to run away.

He braces and twists sharply to one side as the animal charges him, stabbing at its belly and dragging up as it goes by. Sparks rain off its hide, the weapon grating hard enough to make Tomei wince. It whistleshrieks, stumbling and swinging its head to look at Danny and then Tomei, as though trying to decide which is the weaker target.

Wonderful. Tomei growls. Now, on top of having plants stalking him and the Tiny Man insulting him in a language he doesn't speak, he's going to have to sharpen his sword.