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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!
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You know, he's seriously considering a yes, just for the sake of getting out of this situation. He's going to have to un-come-out to one person already, so what the heck, right?
Except--
"I'm not, but don't just take my word for it~"
...Except the mansion kind of made that decision for him the moment he opened his mouth.
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"Ever heard of mixed signals, Philip?" she asked, the amusement back in her voice. He wasn't personally offending her self-esteem yet, so he was lucky.
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Mixed signal? Honestly, it seems like a perfectly straightforward 'there's only so much polite declining I can do while the mansion is sleazebagifying me' to Phil.
Speaking of which...
"We could mix a lot more than just signals."
...What?
No, seriously; what?!
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"Your pickup lines need work, but I won't fault you for trying. This time."
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He stops dancing. It's about time that he puts some effort into clarifying that his words aren't actually his, especially when the mansion decides to mangle them like that.
"I can't control myself here."
Okayyyy, that's a start. A terrible, terrible start. Philip rubs his eyes with his palm and sighs.
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"I see." It was obvious she didn't. "I know I'm hot, so I guess I can't really blame you, but I'm pretty sure soon enough you'll just seem kinda desperate."
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He frowns in concentration.
"It's... making me... say things."
He blinks.
That was... surprisingly coherent and innuendo-free. Where's the catch? And if there is no catch, why the hell couldn't he have worked that out several awkwardnesses earlier?
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"Ridiculous and slightly dirty things? Sounds like a hell of an event," she observed, then shrugged. "Doesn't mean you can't dance.
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A sigh of relief and... a genuine smile?! NARRATIVE GASP OF SHOCK AND SURPRISE!
"A little less conversation, a little more action."
...
What he meant to say was probably that he's okay with just dancing. Probably.
He gives her a sheepish 'see what I mean?' look, but the smile stays on.
Being able to clarify the event effects and conveying that he isn't actually interested puts Philip considerably at ease.
He will now indeed manage to keep up the dancing without looking like he expects to be devoured by a land-based mutant shark at any moment.
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She was curious whether he was as skittish and twitchy all the time, or if it was just a side effect of not being able to say what he wanted.
Hey, she had to make her fun somehow.