entrancelogs | + 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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Okay, I'll lead by example. Alright, making a new character up here... Let's see. Uh.

Got it! How's this? So, I'm a human, and my guardian is an older human female. I go to one of those hives where a bunch of young humans go and learn about stuff, and I study the history of a place that doesn't exist anymore! I also travel around and beat people up with my words.

See how easy that was?!" I just went there.

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"...No."

"That's it. I'm making up a character for you.

You're a human, since they're pretty cool sometimes. And you study dead bodi-- No! You're a mortician! And you solve murder mysteries! And then figure out who the murderers are and kill them yourself!" Hell yeah.

...Rei isn't sure what just happened.

"We'll need to get you a costume."

"Why?"

"Because shut up. That's why. Come on." Sorry, Rei. You get no say in the matter. Terezi will be grabbing your arm with one hand and using her cane to tap her way to the door.

Somehow, this really doesn't bother Rei at all. She follows Terezi to the door.

The Mansion understands the importance of this quest. It allows the two to leave the par-tay, only because it knows (for a fact) that the two will return with enough awesome to fuel the sun.

The first empty room Terezi smells, she kicks the door down, and goes straight for the closet.

"What do you want to wear?"

If she were the type to sigh heavily, Rei would be doing that right now. SO HARD. Instead, she stands near the door and watches Terezi.

"...What do morticians wear?"

"This!" And she begins pulling all this shite (http://www.google.com/images?hl=en&q=joseph%20and%20the%20amazing%20technicolor%20dreamcoat&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi) out.

"No."

"This (http://media.photobucket.com/image/Falcor%20costume/clarkdanger/falcor.jpg)."

"Oh, come on. That last one smells good! Like millions of 40 year old human virgins crying at the same time! Delicious." She'll rummage for a bit more, find a packet of Skittles, and pocket them. This is a sign that her portion of this mighty quest has ended.

"Alright, it's your turn. Find a costume!" She drags Rei to the closet. This could be one of those TV shows where people are given a short amount of time to make an outfit from a bunch of random junk. YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE.

Rei stands in front of the closet for a moment, then calmly pulls out a lab coat. That isn't actually what morticians wear, but it's simple and doesn't look ridiculous.

"No." You thought this would be easy?

"Yes." She puts the lab coat on.

"That is way too boring."

Rei thinks for a minute, then retrieves a pair of rimmed glasses from the closet and puts those on too.

Terezi seems to take a few deep moments of concentration before deciding that, yes, this is acceptable.

"Now, time to work on characterization!"

"Characterization." Rei blinks at Terezi through the glasses.

"Yeah. Since you're playing a character, you've got to get their personality down."

Rei just doesn't understand the appeal of pretending to be someone else. It's hard enough trying to be herself. She adjusts her glasses slightly.

"Okay."

"So, what are your motivations?"

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