http://vitaelamorte.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
vitaelamorte.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
entrancelogs2010-12-18 04:50 pm
vitaelamorte.livejournal.com) wrote in entrancelogs2010-12-18 04:50 pm
+ 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!
sob all my edits whhhy
Yes, she did mean her breasts.
"Anyway, did you totally miss the hot guy over there staring at Dean? I know you're super busy undressing him with your eyes, but you're not the only one." She smiled oh-so-sweetly. "Not the only guy, I mean."
no subject
"...I'm not?" How is he not the only guy staring at Dean?
One might have expected Kurt to feel a sense of camaraderie about this, in having another person in the mansion who was probably gay. But since he assumed he had that in Dean, he just feels his insides twist with jealousy and mostly irrational annoyance.
"Where? Show me. Please tell me he's not good-looking." HE HAD BETTER NOT BE GOOD LOOKING.
no subject
"See the guy over...there?" She pointed right at the guy, who was definitely good-looking, if not weirdly intense. She wasn't subtle in her pointing, mainly because the guy was so focused on Dean that he probably wouldn't have noticed if the crocodile started eating his foot. "Look at him."
She nudged Kurt with her elbow. "Hey, maybe he's not totally gay, though. Maybe he's bi, and I can distract him long enough for you to jump your luvah."
Yes, the misspelling was clear in her tone.
no subject
There was no question the guy had his eyes on Dean. If he started ogling Dean any harder, Dean could sue for sexual harassment. Kurt looked from the stranger to Dean, wondering how quickly he could improve those wooing skills of his. ...Probably not very quickly at all.
"I don't know, Santana..." he said. "He looks too focused. I doubt he'll break his concentration for anyone else. Even you. I appreciate the thought though."
He paused for a second, observing.
"...It's sort of creepy when he does it though," Kurt said, finally, with an awkward chuckle. "He looks like some kind of stalker."
no subject
It was a super comforting thought, right?
no subject
"That is not any better!" he said. "The last thing he needs is someone trying to harvest his organs." Besides, if Dean didn't survive the experience, Kurt would be entirely out of options.
Kurt straightened his posture and used the hand not currently holding
courage juicechampagne to rub his shoulder where Santana had hit him. "Clearly something needs to be done about him before things escalate to that point."no subject
"Totally," she agreed. Even she wasn't sure if she was being sincere or not. "But without the me-seducing-him plan, how are you gonna manage that?"
no subject
"Good question..." Think think think.
"It would probably be distracting whether he's interested or not," he said, tentatively. "Just in that it would force him to do something other than trying to undress Dean with his eyes."
But he goes back to trying to think up other solutions because there wouldn't be anything in it for Santana if he wasn't at least bi.
no subject
Who cared that he obviously didn't mean it like that? Santana was an expert at turning things into compliments, and it was all the better if it made Kurt roll his eyes or something.