[ ADVENT CALENDAR / event / PG / prompts, fanfiction, fanart ]
I thought of this idea while talking to dreams, and decided we're going to do an Advent Calendar event! [So that we have a good motivator to push us to write.] So from now till January 1, we're going to all try to do as many little prizes for each other as possible. Each day will have a different word prompt, and hopefully more than one person does
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The room is dark, but not completely. A faint glimmer of the city's garish nightlife shines through a gap in the deep red curtains.
A table, granite, polished by the hotel staff. In the center there is a cake. In the center of the cake there is a red candle shaped like a jolly old man. Mr. America would have much to say about this jolly old man. Wang Yao does not speak of it.
He leans to blow out the candle, and it goes out in a wisp of grey smoke, and the room is dark.
He isn't wearing much; it's not like the world would see him. With a knife and fork, he cut the cake, placing a piece of it on his plate.
There's only one person in the room with him. On the adjacent chair, wearing nothing but a loincloth and a party hat, Honda Kiku sits. He's not quite sure how he convinced himself to spend this fine evening here, and not somewhere more lively. The darkness of the room envelops him, like his own insecurities. How come he's the only guest here? Why does this always happen to him?
Wang Yao slices off another chunk of cake; it's distressing how in this light the Christmas cake he made looks the tiniest bit gruesome. Kiku calls to mind the image of a scalpel slicing into human flesh, but shakes himself of that image. The cake is shaped like a cartoon character. It is filled with strawberry jam. There was no illicit activity involved...
"Mm, this cake is delicious!" Yao says, licking a bit of jam from the corner of his mouth.
A knock at the door interrupts the party, and Honda Kiku frantically grabs a towel to cover up his nakedness.
"Who is it?" he thinks, before peering through the peephole.
It's Mr. America, complete with a holiday tie and present box. Kiku unlatches the door.
"America-san, why are you here?" he asks.
"I came to bring a present! I heard China was going to be here."
"There's a sign on the door that clearly says 'do not disturb!'" shouted the subject of Alfred's inquiry.
"Sorry, I couldn't read it."
"It's in English."
"Anyways, if you let me come in."
"Absolutely no-"
"You are very welcome to join our party, American-san. Please take a seat," Kiku interrupted.
Yao glared at him, as if he had said something very blasphemous regarding a certain military conflict of the past century.
--
The room is dark. There is a granite table and a cake shaped like a suspiciously familiar cartoon character, except missing a few pieces. Next to the table are three humans.
Alfred F. Jones has taken off his Christmas sweater and pants, and his snowman-print boxers are clearly visible. He opens a bottle of Tsingtao beer (the perfect drink for such a party?) and pours it into a wine glass from the cupboard.
Wang Yao does the same, and offers the beer to Honda Kiku.
Another knock on the door. Alfred is the one to to answer this time.
"Hello! Why, come in! There's a cake and everything."
Hong Kong stands in the doorway, holding a sack full of...something. He nods, and steps inside.
--
There is a table. In the center of it is the dismembered upper half of a suspiciously familiar cartoon character, some bottles of beer, candies from around the world, and a Christmas Money Tree. Next to the table there are five humans stripped down to their underwear, wearing party hats, drinking the beer. Comments fly about the current state of the economy, about just how naked you'd have to be to pass through the TSA's security checks and Germany's gonna have to...
Wang Yao blushes furiously in the technicolor light of the Christmas tree, happy his party has three more guests than anticipated.
Honda Kiku feels a little less embarrassed about coming to a party with only two people in it.
Alfred F. Jones continues to help himself to the party food.
Hong Kong thinks he could be somewhere more young, cool, and hip.
Iceland wonders if attending this party will help him out of his current financial situation.
A knock on the door...
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(Uh, I'm not too sure how coherent of a comment you're looking for on the holiday!calendar, because it's mainly just incoherent babbling, because they're so short [but sweet!])
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