+ 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

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

Belarus had very specifically intended to go nowhere near this ridiculous party. But it looked as if the mansion had other ideas. Somehow she'd gotten lost returning to her room. And if that wasn't bad enough, the second she walked in, her clothes had changed to become a blue, slinky party dress. She was relieved that the knives strapped to her thigh were still there, although now they were visible through a high slit in the side of her gown. Well, she may as well have a drink before leaving.....

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"Belarus? We do quite approve of the choice in accessories."

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

She touched the handle of one of the knives lightly and gave a small smirk. "You never know when a sharp knife might come in handy. I prefer to be prepared."

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"We quite agree."

"Have you come to dance?"

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

"I had not intended to come here at all. But it seems like attendance is mandatory...." Really, she had spent most of her life as a poor country, so she felt a little out of place in such a lavish party. Then again, as long as she had to come, she may as well enjoy it. She shrugged and smiled.

"If you're inviting me though, I wouldn't mind."

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

He offered his hand. The emperor is more than at home in a place like this, and beautiful and ruthless women were his preferred company.

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

She accepted it with a smirk. It had been a long time, but she still remembered how to dance. And like him, she preferred a partner with certain... sensibilities.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

He leads her out to the dance floor, and he's fairly good at it.

"So, you are another of these nation people? We find this idea intriguing."

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

"I am. I suppose you heard about it from Poland or Lithuania?"

She's not bad either, but a little rusty.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"We have spoken to them. Are you their comrade?"

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

She gives a small derisive snort. "Poland is an idiot. No one with any sense would be his comrade. Lithuania....."

She pauses, unsure how to continue. In the end, she decides the simple truth is the best option. "Lithuania took care of me when I was a child."

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"We do not know Lithuania, but we are underwhelmed with the other."

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

"Poland thinks very highly of himself. But he has a way of being underwhelming." And her dress was far better than his even if the mansion chose it for her. At least she didn't choose to look foolish. Ugh, enough about Poland...

"Tell me about your empire. I'm curious to know what kind of place it is."

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"We reign on the 7th world Geo. Telen and Geas are under our control, although Geas was recently lost to eliminate Asuraitsu, but now neither is a threat. We have recently taken the 5th world as well."

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Oh. My. Gawd. What are you wearing?"

Poland hurried over to her, a drink in one hand, and placed his free hand on his hip disapprovingly. "Belarus, honey, what are people gonna think?"

They could see her ankles, for God's sake! This was not an appropriate way for a lady to clothe herself--what kind of girl would people think Liet had raised?

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

"I did not choose this dress!" She'd never admit to feeling self conscious, but even she thinks the slit is awfully high. Her hand strays down to her thigh as though to hold it closed.

"And do you really think you have the right to criticize me about clothing?" She's willing to bet he picked out his ridiculous holiday dress himself.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Ummmm, yes?" Wow, that was an easy question, enough so that he suspected it was a trick or something. Of course he had a right to criticize her clothing! His was super-cute, and hers was indecent! "Duh.

"You like, can't just walk around showing your legs like that! Liet totally must have taught you better than that." He knew Liet wasn't pushing her to be a proper Christian or anything, and figured there was need to go rushing any conversion, but there was such a thing as basic decency, really.

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

She sighed. She really should have known better than to expect Poland to pick up on an obvious insult. No matter.... She gives him a rather dangerous smile.

"It is a bit revealing, but at least it allows me easy access to my weapons."

As if to demonstrate, she draws one of the knives and begins idly toying with it.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Cute." Poland rolled his eyes elaborately. "Have you like, ever been to a party before? 'Cause that's so not classy."

Really, the other Slavs could be so embarrassing.

[belaruthless.livejournal.com]

"I don't have the time to waste at such frivolous spectacles." And also no one invites her to them anyway. The other nations she knows try to avoid her for the most part. Except Lithuania.... Perhaps if she didn't stab them so much.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Well, gawd, no wonder if you act like that all the time!"