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entrancelogs2010-12-18 04:50 pm
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+ Now the Jingle Hop has begun [OPEN] +
Who: Everyone [OPEN]
Where The Ballroom
When: December 18th, 6PM-midnight (oocly however long you want to keep logging)
Rating: Well gosh, that really depends on you folks and how you behave, doesn’t it? I’m going to tentatively guess PG-13 though.
Summary: The mansion's decided to throw you all a party out of the goodness of its heart. You know, if it has one. This is the open log for the Jingle Bell Rock portion of the event!
the Story:
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.
The ballroom is decorated extravagantly for the occasion, with all of the same sorts garland and holly and lights covering the rest of the mansion, at the moment. There is another tree at the far side of the room as well, though not nearly the size of the one in the front hall, decorated in a very classy white. From the ceiling, fake snow is falling from somewhere that can’t quite be seen, but it does not seem to gather on the floor more than a flake or two.
There are tables with chairs to one side, near a table filled with delicious food and beverages of all kinds, from wine to wassail to eggnog and more. The rest of the space is reserved for dancing.
We could tell you that the mansion is going to force you to dance forever and ever or something, perhaps until your feet fall off, but we won’t. Gosh, you’re all so suspicious. I mean really. The party-goers may wonder at first, some entering very suspicious of the mansion’s intentions, but it will quickly become apparent that for once…for once, it doesn’t seem to be a trap.
So giddy-up, jingle horse, pick up your feet and jingle around the clock. You can even go mix and mingle in the jingling feet. That’s the Jingle Bell Rock!
Where The Ballroom
When: December 18th, 6PM-midnight (oocly however long you want to keep logging)
Rating: Well gosh, that really depends on you folks and how you behave, doesn’t it? I’m going to tentatively guess PG-13 though.
Summary: The mansion's decided to throw you all a party out of the goodness of its heart. You know, if it has one. This is the open log for the Jingle Bell Rock portion of the event!
the Story:
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.
The ballroom is decorated extravagantly for the occasion, with all of the same sorts garland and holly and lights covering the rest of the mansion, at the moment. There is another tree at the far side of the room as well, though not nearly the size of the one in the front hall, decorated in a very classy white. From the ceiling, fake snow is falling from somewhere that can’t quite be seen, but it does not seem to gather on the floor more than a flake or two.
There are tables with chairs to one side, near a table filled with delicious food and beverages of all kinds, from wine to wassail to eggnog and more. The rest of the space is reserved for dancing.
We could tell you that the mansion is going to force you to dance forever and ever or something, perhaps until your feet fall off, but we won’t. Gosh, you’re all so suspicious. I mean really. The party-goers may wonder at first, some entering very suspicious of the mansion’s intentions, but it will quickly become apparent that for once…for once, it doesn’t seem to be a trap.
So giddy-up, jingle horse, pick up your feet and jingle around the clock. You can even go mix and mingle in the jingling feet. That’s the Jingle Bell Rock!
two in a row because well I am just a bastard alright
He especially does not like fancy-dress balls.
Why he leaves his apartment somewhere around 3, he doesn't know. He knows perfectly well he could get a sandwich from his closet. But no, he has to go up to the kitchen and make himself such a labour-intensive sandwich that it takes three hours to make, consume and clean up, and then his feet find themselves wandering their way towards the dance.
No. No. No no no nonono. He tries to avoid it.
But eventually, the poor thing gets dumped right into the ballroom, staggering, in his socks and white t-shirt and sweatpants. But that doesn't even last long, and he finds himself in a humiliatingly trim tux.
He'll be standing over by the door, glaring at his shoes and rolling his camera in his hands if you'd like to
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"Does anyone remember," he asks quietly, "what happened the last time the mansion threw a party?"
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"Exactly my point."
Mark had ended up locked in a closet with a black eye, no clothes, and no idea how he got there. If J escaped that event, he can count himself lucky.
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"I hope not."
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"I'm sorry."
He offers a hand; if nothing else he's meeting people tonight.
"Mark Meltzer."
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*Tim is wearing a loose dress shirt and jacket over his bandaged ribs.*
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You look ridiculous.
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He grins and takes another sip of his drink.
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Tim's gonna keep working on the drinking thing.
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hey bro long time no see how are the sandwiches
Oh hey, it's that one Victorian guy. There's a glass of mulled wine steaming in his hand, and a smile plastered all over his face. If Daniel came from the appropriate century, it's likely that he would use the word 'party' as a verb.
"It's been rather a while, hasn't it? Did we ever exchange names, do you remember?"
sup bro they are delicious as per usual
nothing pickled in them you are still making them wrong
He transfers the wine to his left hand, and sticks out his right for J to shake. There's quite a bit of wine on his breath.
.... maybe there IS something pickled in them.
.........IS IT EGG.
"And you!"
He does let J have his hand back, though, after a clasp and a brisk
if unsteadyshake."What's that?" he says, nodding towards the camera in J's hands. "Some curious trinket from years to come?"
....MAYBE IT IS.
it could really be anything you can pickle anything
"In the same vein as the communicators?" He moves around to peer over J's shoulder at the LCD screen.
maybe it's pickled EVERYTHING, ever think about that?
/mind blown /and then pickled
delicious~!
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