+ 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

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

Oh, and despite Naoto's deepest wishes and strongest efforts, she finds herself in the ballroom. Regretting it. In a dress (http://i53.tinypic.com/2uj6sys.jpg) chosen by Wonderland (DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S FOR A LITTLE GIRL, I WOULD WEAR THAT AND ROCK IT SO HARD IN A HEARTBEAT). Regretting it more. Trying to drown her sorrows in copious amounts of punch that she attempts to drink as elegantly and inconspicuously as possible.

Damn you, Mansion. Damn you.

[tobethebest.livejournal.com]

Yukino, in her adorable red dress (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y172/kojiimate/jinglebellrockoutfit_yukino.jpg), has been enjoying herself for the most part - enjoying the fact that the mansion isn't trying to make them miserable, mostly. But then she gets a look at poor Naoto, who looks absolutely miserable and mentally retracts that though. She waves at Naoto, and moves to go keep him company...

...Only, when she gets closer, she's able to see the bottom half of his outfit in much greater detail. O-Oh. Wait, what? Huh?

So her greeting started off fine - " Hi Naoto! I just" - and then sort of sputtered and veered off in another direction, thanks to her shock. "...Why are you in a dress?"

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

There are precisely three seconds of total silence.

And then the most anticlimactic scene in the entirety of Eway's history:

"I'm a girl."

Bam.

I'M NOT LATE. IT JUST TOOK HER THIS LONG TO REACT.

[tobethebest.livejournal.com]

"...O-Oh."

And there is an awkward silence lasting several days oops.

And then Yukino finally seems to come back down to reality, where it is totally inappropriate to just stare at someone when they tell you you've been getting their gender wrong for months.

"O-Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I mean, I just assumed you...I really had no idea you were a...wow, you're a girl."

Naoto is a girl. Holy crap. Everything Yukino ever knew is now a lie.

"I'm really sorry; I shouldn't have just assumed...but um. To be honest, I wasn't really wondering at all. I-I seriously just thought you were a guy, Naoto. Oh my god, that's incredibly rude of me though; I'm sorry."

She's probably going to babble like this until Naoto stops her. You might want to get on that, Naoto.

SO LONG

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

Naoto doesn't stop her. She just wallows in her embarrassment. Silently.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Gokudera is also here mostly against his will. He only managed to get away with a whole two pieces of bling--his storm ring and his cross, which is tucked out of sight under his shirt--and that in itself is annoying him. He feels weird without his jewelry accessories.

He almost doesn't recognize Naoto, what with her being a girl and not wearing her hat.

But then he does recognize her, stops, and backs up.

"....What."

Naoto, you have just ruined everything ever.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"Um," oh goddamnit, "Hello." She reaches to pull down her hat over her face, but then realizes that NO. SHE DOES NOT, IN FACT, HAVE HER HAT ON.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

"You're a girl."

Y'know, it's really hard to get why people sometimes don't believe you're a genius, Gokudera.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am." This is obviously the best conversation at the entire party, man. "I'm, uh, surprised you didn't notice before."

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Obviously.

Fortunately, he thinks better of saying I assumed someone that smart had to be male and goes with "...I didn't think about it."

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

That was probably a very smart choice on your part, Gokudera. A very, very smart choice.

"Oh."

So, ANY CONVERSATION THAT ISN'T ABOUT NAOTO BEING A GIRL PLEASE.

"A-Are, um, are you enjoying yourself?" Truth be told, she's pretty sure Gokudera is enjoying himself as much as she is. But, eh. Topic changing is a serious business.

[hurricanebomber.livejournal.com]

Gokudera's fine with that. He's currently having to decide if he should do a complete overhaul of his horribly misogynistic way of thinking or just mentally make Naoto an honorary boy and be done with it. And really, he doesn't care enough to give it that much thought.

"No. I hate shit like this."

[helena-campbell.livejournal.com]

"Uhm." Helena, on the other hand, is in a very simple dress with a light jacket thrown over it. She'd been making for the punch too, before catching sight of Naoto.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"O-Oh, hello." Oh god oh god why are more people seeing her tonight, completely internal panic attack is go.

[helena-campbell.livejournal.com]

"Didn't want to show?" Helena hadn't either. But there she was. Fortunately, she had a jacket with her.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." At the very least, the sheer numbers of people who DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE is comforting.

[helena-campbell.livejournal.com]

Oh Mansion. It has such a brilliant way with invitations to parties. "Me neither. But... it's actually sort of nice, isn't it?"

/late forever whooops

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

"..." She'll be staring in a "you're kidding me" sort of way, because Naoto is far too classy to say that outlou--

"You're kidding me." Oh wait.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

*Wow you're looking remarkably girly today. But still no hat. tsk tsk.*

You look like you don't want to be here either.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

Not at all. In the least. [ FROWNING FOREVER. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

Yeaaah.

*He's just gonna sip his drink and look awkward.*

I'm waiting for the crappy part. Where the mistletoe strangles us or we're all attacked by homicidial zombie elves.

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

[ You get the most horrified expression in the history of expressions. ]

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

"What? You're not even a little suspicious?"

[detectiveace.livejournal.com]

[ STILL HORRIFIED for about three seconds.


and then a laugh. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if it happened. The Mansion was kind enough to leave me my gun, at least.

[timisnotme.livejournal.com]

"So. Let me set the scene for you."

He gestures grandly at the dance floor and the various tables. He may be just a little tipsy.

"Everyone is waltzing around, having a grand ol' time. And then from the celing 100 swat team trained elves with candycane uzi's descend and start taking down the happy dancers. So then, all us people along the sidelines have to make a barricade of tables with our only weapons being cheese logs and flaming cups of eggnog."