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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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He's not trying to blank you, Tim, we swear.
It just kinda looks that way.
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He's noticed that you seem to look just like Philip right about now.
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Wait, were those some tinkling bells?
Daniel chokes on the wine he suddenly finds himself drinking, puts it down quickly and splutters as he stares around.
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"Gonna be alright there?"
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"I--"
He looks at Tim, flushing with embarrassment, and pretty damn unnerved to boot. Then he says, more to himself than to anyone else: "God damn it, it happened again."
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He smirks. Cookie baking and drinking. The mansion has an odd sense of humor.
"Maybe you should eat something before you die of alcohol poisoning."
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He plonks down the wine glass, keeps one hand on the table to steady himself and reaches for a nearby tureen of pickled gherkins.
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"How longs this been going on?"
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Daniel stops pulling at the tureen and goes for the plates instead, remembering that it's helpful to have something to put food on.
oh god this is so embarrassing"Did I hear you say the mansion's fault?"
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"Yeah. Happened to Philip too. 'Cept he made cookies. Sit down before you fall over."
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He's not sure whether he planned to turn that into 'oh, good, I'm not mental' or 'oh, you know Philip?'. In the end, it's followed up with:
"I am capable of - Hell--"
...as his balance gives out completely and he falls into the chair. He does manage to end up sitting on it rather than on the floor, but man, that was not the most dignified thing he's ever done. He clutches the edge of the seat and starts sniggering heartily into his hand.
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Or Tim might. All over Daniel's fancy Victorian dress clothes. He puts the plate of food in Daniel's lap and sits next to him.
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"All my endeavours are vexed," he snickers. At least the heavy glow of all the alcohol makes it seem funny rather than really frustrating. "Do I know you, sir? Your face looks familiar."
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He's sort of guessing at what that means right now. He lowers his voice conspiratorially.
"I'm waiting for something awful to happen. Ninja elves." He nods knowingly and gestures with his glass to the chandeliers.
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He blinks up at the chandeliers in mild alarm. "You think they're likely to happen?"
...be nice. He's a little bit derp at the best of times.
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He's a bit too hammered to notice that what Daniel said didn't make any sense.
"When's the last time something good happened here?"
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That's a good thing!
At this point, Daniel realises that in all the talk of ginger elves he's forgotten to reciprocate Tim's introduction.
"Oh - I'm Daniel. Doooooomed to make an horrendous first impression." More snickering.
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Meanwhile Tim is going to enjoy his plate full of various snacks.
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He's drunkenly untouchable, so it's said with nothing more dreadful than a slur of laughter.
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He gestures wildly with his glass sloshing whatever it is he's drinking over the side a little. But it's alright, he's not that hammered. He's just going to lick the spilled alcohol off his hand because it's less wasteful.
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"Where is my drink?" Or, wait! He has food in his lap. Om nom nom food.
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"If I cannot beat it," he says philosophically with his mouth full, "mightn't I just as well join it?"
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"Can't argue with that. You uh.. Take this and I'll get us more."
He hands his empty glass to Daniel for lack of a better place to put it and staggers over to the drink table to consult his options.