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entrancelogs2010-12-18 04:50 pm
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+ 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!
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She leaned past him to get a drink, then said, "Seriously? What's with all the wallflowers?"
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Polite smile. Apologetic shrug. No words.
No words whatsoever, Clarence.
Philip's humiliation quota is doing marvellous without the addition of hitting on some girl who could be-- well, younger than his students, actually.
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"Wow, you're a super conversationalist, aren't you?"
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"I didn't actually..."
Come on, Phil; you can do it!
"...come here to talk."
...Sigh.
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"Really. So what, exactly, did you come here to do? I mean, since you clearly didn't come to dance, either."
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"I was hoping..."
He was hoping he'd run into somebody he knows. Preferably also somebody who's caught on to the mansion's recent innuendo trend.
"I was hoping you'd have a suggestion."
...Mansion, your inability to convey a message puts Google Translate to shame.
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"Uh-huh. For now, how about a dance?" She grabbed his hand and pulled. There so hadn't been enough guys actually dancing with her, so this one would do.
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Since silence didn't seem to be an option he'd prepared himself to drive Santana away with whatever filth the mansion thought fun to put in his mouth. Just run with it, accept the 'creepy old guy' card for now and attempt an apology later.
But reciprocation? That's an entirely different and unexpected level of ohgod.
He stands up and follows her lead with a
nervous smilesuggestive grin. For the most part he's terrified into compliance, but he also really doesn't want to imagine how telling her that dancing wasn't what he had in mind~ would end.no subject
"I'm Santana, by the way," she said, even though she didn't really care that much about his name. She danced pretty close to him, but nothing too inappropriate for Christmas carols. Yet.
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"Philip," he replies automatically.
Under normal circumstances this is where he'd attempt small talk, perhaps give a compliment. But his circumstances are more along the lines of being trapped in a weird, alternate dimension. With an alien virus in his head. Dancing with a minor because he's been magically pervertified.
So... silence?
Silence.
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The song playing was just bouncy enough to justify her moves as being what we shall call all up on him. But not in a trashy way. In fact, it wasn't much different than how she would dance with her friends back home!
Of course, she tended to have sex with some of her friends back home.
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Now with 75% more nervous avoidance of body contact and/or explicit all-up-on-him-ness.
He's also still looking for somebody, anybody to get him out of this and his facial expression would probably look more suitable on somebody attempting to manoeuvre a minefield on an unicycle.
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"Okay, you know I don't have cooties, right? We're just dancing." She put her hands on his hips, because she was super helpful like that. "Lighten up! It's fun!"
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He could try that. No dice on the talking still, but he does his best to force his face into an expression that might pass as 'having fun'.
...Of course he could also jump from cooties right to alien virus and worry about just how contagious he actually is, whether there's a chance of transmitting--
...Right. With that wonderful thought in mind Philip takes a step back, hoping to loosen the hands on his hips.
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She found herself missing Puck.
"Seriously?" She would have just let him go, let him escape into whatever terrified-of-girls world he--oh, wait.
"Are you gay?" God, if Tim really was the only straight guy around, she was so going to hurt somebody.
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...
...
You know, he's seriously considering a yes, just for the sake of getting out of this situation. He's going to have to un-come-out to one person already, so what the heck, right?
Except--
"I'm not, but don't just take my word for it~"
...Except the mansion kind of made that decision for him the moment he opened his mouth.
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"Ever heard of mixed signals, Philip?" she asked, the amusement back in her voice. He wasn't personally offending her self-esteem yet, so he was lucky.
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Mixed signal? Honestly, it seems like a perfectly straightforward 'there's only so much polite declining I can do while the mansion is sleazebagifying me' to Phil.
Speaking of which...
"We could mix a lot more than just signals."
...What?
No, seriously; what?!
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"Your pickup lines need work, but I won't fault you for trying. This time."
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He stops dancing. It's about time that he puts some effort into clarifying that his words aren't actually his, especially when the mansion decides to mangle them like that.
"I can't control myself here."
Okayyyy, that's a start. A terrible, terrible start. Philip rubs his eyes with his palm and sighs.
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"I see." It was obvious she didn't. "I know I'm hot, so I guess I can't really blame you, but I'm pretty sure soon enough you'll just seem kinda desperate."
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He frowns in concentration.
"It's... making me... say things."
He blinks.
That was... surprisingly coherent and innuendo-free. Where's the catch? And if there is no catch, why the hell couldn't he have worked that out several awkwardnesses earlier?
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"Ridiculous and slightly dirty things? Sounds like a hell of an event," she observed, then shrugged. "Doesn't mean you can't dance.
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A sigh of relief and... a genuine smile?! NARRATIVE GASP OF SHOCK AND SURPRISE!
"A little less conversation, a little more action."
...
What he meant to say was probably that he's okay with just dancing. Probably.
He gives her a sheepish 'see what I mean?' look, but the smile stays on.
Being able to clarify the event effects and conveying that he isn't actually interested puts Philip considerably at ease.
He will now indeed manage to keep up the dancing without looking like he expects to be devoured by a land-based mutant shark at any moment.
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She was curious whether he was as skittish and twitchy all the time, or if it was just a side effect of not being able to say what he wanted.
Hey, she had to make her fun somehow.