+ Now the Jingle Hop has begun [OPEN] +

[vitaelamorte.livejournal.com]

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!

Comments

everyone, please come oogle.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Santana was pretty damn thrilled that she was no longer five years old. If she had to go to a party--an actual party--while being an embarrassing little brat, she would have had to hurt someone. Badly.

Luckily, she was her own hot self again. She showed up fashionably late, looking amazing, thank you very much, in a red dress. And she was determined to make everyone there notice her on the dance floor.

Seriously, she was so hot.

[angel-junk.livejournal.com]

Well, someone is oogling her from under the buffet table, but all things considered this might not be the kind of attention Santana was after.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Santana didn't notice anything, anyway, on account of all the fun she was having, rocking out on the dance floor.

[angel-junk.livejournal.com]

Shame. Because someone should really tell Santana how appetising appealing she looks in that dress. ♥

Oh well, we assume others will be up for the task later that evening. Otherwise there's still an appreciative nibble waiting for her, should the cheerleader decide to move closer to the buffet at some point.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Luckily, Santana is not that fond of eating. However, she may need a drink soon.

[angel-junk.livejournal.com]

A drink sounds like an excellent idea.

Luckily Amy is not actually that fond of eating... people either (or at least she knows how rude it would be to do so in public during a dance).

Mind the tail though, Amy didn't quite manage to hide it under the table and she'd hate to have Santana spill something on that lovely dress!

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

The tail was not minded--or noticed--when Santana finally took a break from dancing and went to get a drink. Fortunately she wasn't holding one yet when she tripped over something.

"Ow. What the--" Oh, look. Something green and scaly. "Oh my god, what the hell?!"

Time to back away.

[angel-junk.livejournal.com]

Hello? Hello~?

A snout with ~teeth~ peeking out from under the table, wondering who knocked.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Well, that was slightly terrifying. And as much of a badass Santana was, she was still a sixteen year old girl from the middle of nowhere.

So yeah, she shrieked a little, almost tripping over her heels as she stumbled backwards. Why was this place overrun with crocodiles?!

[angel-junk.livejournal.com]

Because when a lady crocodile and a gentleman crocodile love each other very much--

...Oh right, that's not actually what the question was about, was it?

Well.

Amy does opt for extending her peek from under the table, her eyes now visible and clearly looking at Santana.

She's not getting her hopes up though; a shriek like that rarely leads to a stimulating conversation.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*You are being oogled. You are being oogled a LOT.*

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

That's what we like to see! Not that Santana really saw it at first, such was her dancing. But then she noticed Tim off to the side, and she smirked a little. She may have added an extra shimmy in there.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*He'd glower at you for being a jerk but he's too busy oogling.*

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

No fun. Santana slowly made her way over to him, hands on her hips.

"Are you seriously one of those wallflowers?"

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

You should see the awesome bandage I'm sporting under this shirt. I'm not doing anything but standing here tonight.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

For a brief moment, it may seem like Santana was actually going to take a look under his shirt.

"You would so never make it a day as a Cheerio." Because Sue Sylvester didn't take broken bones or comas as excuses.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

I have no desire to be a cheerleader.

*She's more than welcome to look if she wants to see a mass of bandages and bruises.*

You break your ribs and see how it feels. You're lucky I'm even here and standing.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"If I did, I'd still be cheering," Santana said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "That was kinda my point."

She basically takes Tim's injuries as a personal offense.

"But okay, I'm lucky you're even here. Wait, how is that, again? Because I'm pretty sure I'm not getting much out of it."

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

You're not me.

And my hands work just fine I'll have you know. *Have a leer. He has some ideas for things they could do that don't involve his poor damaged torso.*

[girlshaveitgood.livejournal.com]

Nitori noticed her. He was trying to hide in the crowd a little bit, and not stand out too much, since he was taking a big risk by wearing his wig and an adorable dress. But he was watching the other people and trying to have fun without being too nervous. Santana had caught his eye in her pretty red dress, and he couldn't help watching.

You see, Nitori knew he looked like a girl, but he still peeked down at his own chest. Santana looked really nice, and in comparison, he felt a little...inadequate. There.

Every time he thought she was turning to look back, he immediately looked down at his Mary Janes and white stockings. Honestly, Santana was one of the last people he wanted to catch him. She'd know he wasn't really a girl, after all.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Hey, wasn't that whats-his-name? The guy who wanted to be a girl. He wasn't actually looking at Santana, but she was pretty sure that was him.

So weird.

She ignored him for a while longer, but it seemed like any time she turned in his direction, he was averting his gaze. And really, when Santana wanted people to notice and stare at her, she didn't mean the baby tranny. God, he looked about ten years old in that dress.

Because she made her own fun, she decided to dance closer to him, but slowly, and only when he was staring at his dorky shoes. Eventually, she ended up right in front of him.

"Enjoying the show?"

[girlshaveitgood.livejournal.com]

Ahh! Oh no, why was she coming over there?! And unfortunately, by the time he saw her coming, there was no chance for escape. He wasn't even sure how she got closer anyway.

"Um...the party's fun, I guess," he said. "I'm enjoying it."

No, he knew what you meant, Santana. He's just not getting himself in trouble today, thank you. ...Or at least he was trying not to. He instead peeked around, wondering if there was an easy way to sneak off. And of course, there wasn't.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Santana squinted at him, clearly trying to figure something out. She was silent just long enough to really make him squirm.

"So if someone asked you to dance, would you want it to be a boy or a girl?"

[girlshaveitgood.livejournal.com]

Nitori nearly jumped out of his skin when Santana finally spoke. Wha...What kind of a question was that to just ask somebody?!

"U-Um...I don't know? "

He stammered it out awkwardly and quietly, his face slowly turning redder and redder.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Santana gave him another I am looking through your soul stare, then shrugged. "Well, whatever. No one else is dancing, so come on. I'm not hitting on you, 'cause you're like, eight, gross--but I like dancing."

She clearly wasn't taking no for an answer, either, as she grabbed his wrist and tugged.