+ 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

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

[An extremely lanky man with an extremely overloaded plate of food in one hand and a dry martini in the other sidles up.]

Great party!

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Philip nods and smiles politely.

If he ever flirts with another person again it will be too soon.

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

"Great conversation, too."

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

In his mind Philip shoots the lanky newcomer a less than enthused glare, but proceeds to apologise and state that he doesn't feel like talking today.

In the mansion-altered reality the glare and the apology are dropped in favour of an extra helping of IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN and a complementary wink.

"I'm not in the mood for talking."

At least some of his words remain, but Philip finds it hard to find comfort in that fact.

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

Well. Now. How about that.

Bill, not entirely appraised of the event situation, grins awkwardly and begins to edge away. "Maybe after I've had a few more of these," he says flippantly, hefting his martini.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Philip sighs and downs the glass of bourbon next to him. It's a sentiment he can appreciate, if only because getting drunk out of his mind is as close to the comfort of being swallowed by a hole in the ground as he'll probably get.

Attempting an explanation strikes him as pointless, but since the silence has already been broken in Wonderland's wonderfully humiliating way he might as well run with it.

"I haven't seen you around before, have I?"

There. Just ignore how the statement was leered rather than spoken and you've got yourself a perfectly ordinary piece of conversation.

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

"No, I've only been here a couple of weeks. I'm still settling in."

He looks at Philip, then at the bourbon, then back at Philip. This, he decides, explains it: the guy is just drunk, and will probably feel mortified about hitting on strangers when he wakes up hungover in the morning. Might as well mingle, right? He'll just explain his lack of interest very politely if Philip tries to get too close.

"I'm Bill."

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

He sure is right about the 'feeling mortified' aspect of it all.

"Philip."

His name accompanied by a slightly weary smile actually came out as... his name accompanied by a weary smile! Will you look at that!

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

...But here's some extra UNF to make up for it. He cringes inwardly.

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

"You too," he says, full of genuine friendliness. He's just as friendly when he adds, "I'm married."

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Philip is taken aback for a moment. For some reason he translated Bill not booking it to him being willing to put up with the flirting while understanding that it was part of an event. Well. That's just terrif--

"Not in Wonderland you aren't~"

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

Bill is unclear as to what it's about. It's making things complicated. To begin with, his face falls into a mixture of forlornness and startled offense, because that's just a little too forward, and because he misses his wife.

"No, I'm afraid I'm still married," he says stiffly.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That looks like it hit a nerve.

Philip looks away, not trusting his expression to play along when he chooses to remain silent.



Clenched teeth. No comment. No comment whatsoever.

[wrotethehook.livejournal.com]

"Right. Well."

He hefts his glass awkwardly.

"See you around."

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Still not looking.

"I hope so."

Shut up, Phil. Just shut up.