[OPEN] Christmas banquet
Who: Death, open to all~
Where: The dining room of unmeasured proportions
When: Christmas night
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Christmas! Death's holiday work is done, and it's time for a little relaxing on his part, but not before he throws one last party!
the Story:
It was the night of Christmas, and all through the mansion... well, okay, just the dining room, a certain skeleton was preparing the final touches of his gathering.
Meaning, of course, "finding" a conveniently large amount of prepared food, alcohol, and even more obnoxious tree ornaments. He had moved the tree into dining room (and the fireplace, and Binky...) in order to create a "festive environment." There were perhaps, in addition to the countless meats, cheeses, wines, and other food items, enough cookies to fill the entire mansion. Or at least enough to fill up all the residents of the mansion.
Death was no longer clothed in his Santa suit; no, he was once again just another skeleton in black robes eying a bottle of sherry with piqued interest. Hopefully he would still be well-received even though he was once again back to collecting as opposed to giving. Still, it would be nice to do once last things for the mortals of this world. As the fire began to crackle, a single voice filled the air.
HO. HO. HO.
[ooc: Because I'm extremely lazy/busy, the Secret Santa thing is no longer required... but it's still encouraged :)]
Where: The dining room of unmeasured proportions
When: Christmas night
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Christmas! Death's holiday work is done, and it's time for a little relaxing on his part, but not before he throws one last party!
the Story:
It was the night of Christmas, and all through the mansion... well, okay, just the dining room, a certain skeleton was preparing the final touches of his gathering.
Meaning, of course, "finding" a conveniently large amount of prepared food, alcohol, and even more obnoxious tree ornaments. He had moved the tree into dining room (and the fireplace, and Binky...) in order to create a "festive environment." There were perhaps, in addition to the countless meats, cheeses, wines, and other food items, enough cookies to fill the entire mansion. Or at least enough to fill up all the residents of the mansion.
Death was no longer clothed in his Santa suit; no, he was once again just another skeleton in black robes eying a bottle of sherry with piqued interest. Hopefully he would still be well-received even though he was once again back to collecting as opposed to giving. Still, it would be nice to do once last things for the mortals of this world. As the fire began to crackle, a single voice filled the air.
HO. HO. HO.
[ooc: Because I'm extremely lazy/busy, the Secret Santa thing is no longer required... but it's still encouraged :)]