[event/open] For we need a little Christmas Right this very minute
Characters: Everyone!
Time: Christmas Morning!
Location: Buckingham Fountain
Content: Christmas!
Format: Party-style! Prose it up, action it up, threadhop and threadjack to your heart's desire. This is a great chance to build up some random holiday-flavoured CR.
Warnings: Beware of Toot
On Christmas morning, Chicago's new citizens will find that snow has fallen overnight, blanketing the entire city in white. The sky now, however, is clear and blue, and if they looked east, they would notice that where Buckingham Fountain used to be, a massive Christmas tree seemed to have sprung up along with the snow.
The tree is decorated with glittering ornaments of ice and ruby red berries, as well as bits of what appear to be plastic and aluminum from soda cans twisted into ribbons and fantastical shapes. Anyone who looks closely might notice small balls of light flitting about the branches, trailing along the sweet silvery tinkling of jingle bells. Look even more closely, and at the center of each ball of light one would find a faerie, decked out in holiday garb fashioned from the detritus of the city and brass-coloured bells. Some of them might even be wearing box cutters.
There is, if one stayed staring at the tree for hours, the chance that one might see an even stranger sight than faeries wearing jingle bells. A group of nine balls of light, the front most one glowing bright red, flying around the tree, trailing behind it what appears to be a sleigh, painstakingly crafted from a potato chip tube. Another ball of light glows within the 'sleigh', shouting shrilly, "Now Dashing! Now Danskin! Now Pantser and Vikker! On Comet! On Cuplet! On Dannon and Blistex!"
Underneath the tree are a pile of brightly wrapped Christmas presents, each bearing the name of one of Chicago's inhabitants. They appear perfectly normal, perfectly non-magical to all scrutiny, and when opened, the packages all contain clothing: sweaters, snow boots, parkas, etc., each sized to fit the needs of the recipient.
Along with the presents and the tree is a long table, filled with hot chocolate, cookies, cakes, and all the trimmings of a holiday meal. The food on the table steams gently, never cooling off despite the snowy weather. A note sits on the table, addressed simply "To Chicago."
It reads:
"I am sorry we cannot give you more information, and for the abrupt way we have treated you, but know that your presence here will be of great value to us and to the world. This gesture cannot replace loved ones left behind, but I hope it will ease your spirits. Merry Christmas.
PS - Please don't feed the faeries. They have already been paid in stuffed crust pizza."
Time: Christmas Morning!
Location: Buckingham Fountain
Content: Christmas!
Format: Party-style! Prose it up, action it up, threadhop and threadjack to your heart's desire. This is a great chance to build up some random holiday-flavoured CR.
Warnings: Beware of Toot
On Christmas morning, Chicago's new citizens will find that snow has fallen overnight, blanketing the entire city in white. The sky now, however, is clear and blue, and if they looked east, they would notice that where Buckingham Fountain used to be, a massive Christmas tree seemed to have sprung up along with the snow.
The tree is decorated with glittering ornaments of ice and ruby red berries, as well as bits of what appear to be plastic and aluminum from soda cans twisted into ribbons and fantastical shapes. Anyone who looks closely might notice small balls of light flitting about the branches, trailing along the sweet silvery tinkling of jingle bells. Look even more closely, and at the center of each ball of light one would find a faerie, decked out in holiday garb fashioned from the detritus of the city and brass-coloured bells. Some of them might even be wearing box cutters.
There is, if one stayed staring at the tree for hours, the chance that one might see an even stranger sight than faeries wearing jingle bells. A group of nine balls of light, the front most one glowing bright red, flying around the tree, trailing behind it what appears to be a sleigh, painstakingly crafted from a potato chip tube. Another ball of light glows within the 'sleigh', shouting shrilly, "Now Dashing! Now Danskin! Now Pantser and Vikker! On Comet! On Cuplet! On Dannon and Blistex!"
Underneath the tree are a pile of brightly wrapped Christmas presents, each bearing the name of one of Chicago's inhabitants. They appear perfectly normal, perfectly non-magical to all scrutiny, and when opened, the packages all contain clothing: sweaters, snow boots, parkas, etc., each sized to fit the needs of the recipient.
Along with the presents and the tree is a long table, filled with hot chocolate, cookies, cakes, and all the trimmings of a holiday meal. The food on the table steams gently, never cooling off despite the snowy weather. A note sits on the table, addressed simply "To Chicago."
It reads:
"I am sorry we cannot give you more information, and for the abrupt way we have treated you, but know that your presence here will be of great value to us and to the world. This gesture cannot replace loved ones left behind, but I hope it will ease your spirits. Merry Christmas.
PS - Please don't feed the faeries. They have already been paid in stuffed crust pizza."