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

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[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'."

[apennyworth]

Alfred Pennyworth is quite thrilled that December is upon the city. Times have been difficult as of late, but it is a moment of relief and joy to be in Chicago with those he loves dearest.

As the people gather here and there to celebrate and place decorations where they will, Alfred prepares a rather large amount of hot chocolate and marshmallows...from scratch, naturally. He gathers as many mugs as he can find and places them on a tray with the hot chocolate. Carefully, he lifts the tray and walks out onto the front steps of the Conrad Hotel.

His smile is warm, even as he gracefully dodges stray snowballs, and the hot chocolate is for anyone who would like some.

[nosuchstar]

Suou's been wandering again--exploring. Reconnoitering. It's like a fever's overtaken the city. It's strange. She feels like she's missed out on some kind of secret.

The redhead ducks a snowball, looking back to see who threw it and forgetting to watch where she's going. It's almost too late to stop when she realizes she's about to run into a man with a tray full of--

Something that smells delicious. She does stop. And stare a little bit. She doesn't mean to, but. Everyone is acting kind of weird.

[apennyworth]

Alfred does not mind the staring, not a bit. His smile only grows warmer, in fact, and he inclines his head slightly to the young woman.

"Would you care for a cup of hot chocolate, Miss?" His tone is calm and polite, but welcoming. "There is quite a chill in the air. It seemed the proper time for something warm to drink."

Alfred Pennyworth ducks yet another snowball and chuckles quietly. The hot chocolate does not spill as he moves to the side a step. Not a drop.

[nosuchstar]

"Oh--" Right. This is where she says-- "Thank you."

He's got excellent balance and reflexes for someone his age. She opens her mouth to say so and then realizes that that probably isn't the best impression to make. She takes one of the cups instead, slurping at the contents. It's delicious. It's hot. She squeaks and puts a hand over her mouth.

[rattle_thecages]

Rachel has decided Christmas shopping will have to wait another day. She is not a patient woman, Rachel Dawes. Despite the fact she made lists and has ideas of what she wants to get everyone, she has no patience for those lines and crazy shoppers.

They are crazy. She does not like it.

Stepping out of the Conrad hotel after gathering a few of Ruvin's things, she plans on having them go back to her--their, their--apartment, dodging snowballs as she goes.

She much prefers that to the mistletoe that keeps hovering over the very tall man's head.

[with_coffee]

Robin is sitting on the dining room table with a bowl filled with popcorn. There are two strings threaded with needles involved as well. He has one needle and string and a piece of popcorn in his hand.

"See," he says to Ruvin as he demonstrates. His string already has five pieces of popcorn on it. "All you have to do is put the needle through the popcorn and then it goes on to the string. Instant decoration for the Christmas tree. See? It's very simple."

[changingtheodds]

"It's food," she says. She pokes her own needle through a piece of popcorn and strings it out. "I mean--I'm sure it looks very nice, but. It's food."

She does not get this. You eat food. You do not hang it up around the house.

...Unless you're curing it, but that's entirely different.

[with_coffee]

"No, it's not that. It's-" Robin takes a moment to try to figure out how to explain this. "Okay. So say you're growing up? You watch the telly and you see all these lovely Christmas trees decorated with lights and tinsel and shiny things. And that's what all the other families have but you haven't got money for any of that."

He holds his string up.

There are now twenty pieces on it.

"This is a nice way to decorate your own tree and it might not be as nice as the other trees, but it's your own so that's something. And it's better than nothing."

This is one of those rare times where he talks about his past without wanting to hurt himself over it. In fact, there's even a bit of happiness in his tone. They may not have had the best Christmases being small children and giving each other toys they already owned on Christmas day, but they had them and they made them their own. Until his sisters died, stringing popcorn by yourself is not quite so fun.

[destroytheother]

Josef is a intrigued about Elizabeth's surprise. He saw the journal entry on his way home, and decided to quicken his steps instead of replying.

He's been out all day, being mysterious and doing mysterious things, like he do. Doesn't even tell the narration, the ho bag.

He takes the stairs two steps at a time to get back home. Opening the door to his apartment, he takes a deep breath and prepares himself for whatever it is waiting for him.

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth had planned on decorating his apartment for him as a surprise. She's even trying to make cookies which didn't turn out half bad. Some of them are kind of burnt but they are edible! She may have already had three. However, she had no idea how difficult it would be to decorate such a small apartment in an hour. There's a tiny 2 foot tree standing in the corner and some decorations taped to the walls but there's much more in unopened bags nearby. Elizabeth is burning through her money rather quickly. She bought presents too but she's keeping those at her room in the Conrad for now.

She probably would have made more progress, but she bought too many lights and since she's short trying to put them up resulted in them somehow getting tangled.... tangled with her caught in the middle of them. Elizabeth is wearing panties and a tank top. Both pink with..stars on them. And they're girly and dorky. She really did mean to wear something else (like actual clothes), but she hasn't been able to untangle herself from the lights for the

[destroytheother]

Josef was hit with many a snowballs. He isn't the happiest of men right now. Okay, who is he kidding? He is never the happiest of men. There is contentment at the moment, however, and that's more solid than a happy, fleeting emotion.

Biting down on his lip, he lingers at the door, hand over the knob. He even tilts his head to study her, wondering what on earth is going on in this place.

"Avert your eyes or...?" he asks, closing the door behind him. Josef walks over to her, kneeling down and surveying the sea of lights she has lost herself in. "What...are you doing?"

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth should have known that he would not listen to her. It really is his apartment though so it's not like she can kick him out for an undefined amount of time simply so she can surprise him with something nice.

"I... don't remember. I was kind of just saying words so you'd avert your eyes! Avert your eyes or you'll... you will make me... angry." Which is hard to believe with the way her words are trailing off, and she's looking sideways away from him with that blush spreading over her face.

It's hot. Her face is hot... and so is the rest of her, wrestling lights takes a lot of energy and hard work.

She wriggles in the sea of lights trying to get at least one hand out of the mess. Elizabeth stops at the question, confused. "Huh? ...what does it look like I'm doing?"

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue is scowling. She is in the top branches of a tree in Grant Park and she is scowling.

It isn't that she doesn't like Christmas, or that the happiness around her is irritating. She's telling herself that it's not the fact that she won't receive a mysterious Christmas present from her mother that could be new gloves or a bomb...but isn't the surprise part of the fun? It's more that there are pieces of gosh-darned mistletoe floating around. There are snowballs flying through the air, and if one hits her...she knows it'll take hours to dry all the layers she's wearing.

So. Rogue is in a tree. If she shakes snow upon your head as you walk, she will probably offer an apology...with a very strange scowly-smile.

[prince_stupid]

There is a cat in your tree, Rogue. He's thrilling in the snow, at the moment. It's snow. It's what his breed is built for.

That and climbing trees. He dangles just below her foot, claws dug into the bark. "...I beg your pardon, I'm sure."

[touchme_n_die]

Rogue is only shocked for a moment or two. She's not familiar with any talking cats, of course, but she's seen things almost as interesting before. Her brother is fuzzy and blue and he talks, after all...sorta. She hasn't always been able to understand him when he talks, but that's neither here nor there.

She's unable to hold her scowl as she looks at the cat. She likes cats, even if they don't always like her, and he doesn't look like he's about to pelt her with a snowball. "Um. Hi there. Am I in your way?"

[prince_stupid]

He hauls himself up onto a branch, his tail flicking back and forth in excitement. "Indeed not! The Norsk Skogkatt, that is, Norwegian Forest Cat, is built to overcome such minor difficulties as the blocked path up a tree! This is our element!"

He claws at the bark and then seems to remember his manners. "But forgive me--I have not introduced myself. I am Ragnar Gustaffson Coeur de Lion. Might I ask what one so... Typically ground-oriented might be doing so far from the same?"