+ 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

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Oh wait... something was not right here.

He's not the kind to freak out, but he's going to give the Medicine Seller a look.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

He just smiles up at him, with not nearly the sort of mocking edge that he ought to, and kisses him again.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Huh yeah, this definately was not right, but he's not going to be outclassed, so he kisses right back, and uses that position to try to grab afistful of his hair.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

Yeah, not right indeed. The Medicine Seller will be disgusted when he comes to his senses, but he shivers pleasantly at the tugging sensation on his hair, deepening the kiss.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

He wished thete weren't so many people around, not when the kiss was getting passionate and involved...

He was likely to wish no one else had been around in a moment, but for completely different reasons.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

The merchant runs a hand up the emperor's back, nibbling at his lower lip with slightly-too-sharp teeth, sighing in--

A bell rings.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Oh yes... the bell.

... What was he doing?

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh, HELL TO THE NO.

The Medicine Seller finds himself in a rather awkward position as he comes back to his senses. He freezes for half a second, then pushes Kura away hard, feeling on some level that he should treat this the way he would treat a mononoke that did the whole "hypnotize-you-and-get-you-close-so-I-can-eat-you" thing, at least until he ascertains that it isn't one of those cases.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"Just what did you think you were doing? Or were you too overwhelmed to think?"

Giving him an unhappy look here.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

For once, the Medicine Seller was at a loss. His inherent poise remained present, but there was a very real question in his mind re: how to flee this situation without seeming like fleeing was what he was doing.

"...What do you think?" Make the other person uncomfortable. Keep them off their guard. Making people think you're in control is half the battle, anyway.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Kura is not poised, but if anyone is going to be made uncomfortable here, it's the person that's not him.

"We think that you were kissing us and enjoying it, do you have a different recollection?"

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

"I recall... you being quite... enthusiastic."

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Eeeew Grody.... "We don't care for your recollections."

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

"Likewise.

"...If you'll excuse me." He made to leave. If this sort of thing was going to happen, he was not spending any more time at this absurd social event.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

"There's no excuse for you."

He should leave before this happens again. No wait, that would be running... Okay, he just needs a buffer zone of beautiful women so he doesn't kiss an aggravating line-face guy again. Yeah, that works...

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

It seemed as though there was little more to be said here. The Medicine Seller moved to make his escape--

A bell rang.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Oh, and here he goes kissing an aggravating line face guy again. Intensely and passionately.

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

Really, at this rate, these two should get a room. I'm sure everyone around them would appreciate it!

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

It sure is heating up enough to need a room, isn't it?

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

God yes.

Maybe it's that robe you've got on?

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Oh no, silk robes are nice, I can grope you right through it...

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you can! The Medicine Seller moans softly, pulling Kura closer.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this is getting really inappropriate for public and...


Is that a bell?

[tadanokusuriuri.livejournal.com]

Son of a BITCH.

[gotyourhair.livejournal.com]

Shoving you away hard.

Glaring, oh the glaring.

"Are we just that irresistible to you?"