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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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In case you're wondering, that's an affirmative. An okay, if you will. Sitting down was plan B, after all.
Philip helpfully offers to hook arms for the greater good of maintaining Daniel's not-end-up-on-his-arse streak. He looks towards the lounge and--
What the hell? was a lounge, only seconds ago!
Right. Okay. There's some
He grits his teeth and looks past Daniel's shoulder, back to where they sat earlier,
"You fucking--"
Philip bites his lip. No hissing at the alien virus in his head while in company. Utterly wankered company, but company all the same.
He takes a sharp breath.
"Over there okay?"
He attempts to turn Daniel carefully, steering him towards... a comfortable sofa and a few armchairs or a lovely yucca plant.
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Leading him places is remarkably easy, since he has for now decided to use Philip as a dedicated balancing-post.
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"I just asked if over there was okay."
He attempts to point with his head while venturing boldly onwards, leading Daniel further in the direction of the
@&F#KC§€S!H/#D@!!!
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OH HEY, is that the bell-filled chorus coming round again? He starts to pull away, walk back to the buffet, then stops.
"--y--"
Then starts walking again, then loses track of his centre of gravity completely and ends up in a heap on the floor. After that, well, imagine a guy totally out of his skull trying to arrange his limbs into a standing position, but constantly finding that they've moved somewhere he doesn't expect them to be. It's not an endeavour traditionally associated with success.
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Philip himself wonders if that's where most of his drinks have gone to. He also wonders whether an alien with the mind of a teenage prankster is preferable to one with the disposition of a homicidal maniac.
He has no time to pursue that particular train of thought further as Daniel resumes his futile limb rearrangement dance, forcing Philip to bite his lip and cover his mouth in an effort to (shamefully, as the narration would like to add) hide his own amusement.
Once again he will be forced to wait for the chorus to end until he can take action. As much as he wants to offer a hand immediately, he doesn't quite trust the extent of his steadying quality at the moment.
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...Apparently being on the floor is a good antidote to the event, though, because now the chorus has ended and he hasn't touched a single drop. Daniel gets himself onto his knees and sways there in a dismayed sort of fashion.
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"Up you go~"
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"I'll certainly be ashamed of this," he says indistinctly, holding on to Philip's shoulder. Not that he isn't a bit already, but hey, clear communication is not his best friend.
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Contrary to the edge of ♥~ on that last part it seems that the only thing Philip will be putting in tonight is his foot, even if his grin might indicate otherwise.
"Anyway," he says while carefully steering Daniel towards the exit, "let's go."
Difficult or not, Phil's not watching him twitch through another chorus, not if he can avoid it.
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...You know what, exit sound good. Let's do that.
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...
...
Yeah.
He'll stay silent for now in any case, focusing his attention on getting Daniel away from the dance music as fast as his current state will allow.
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Ever on and on he wobbles.
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You know what this mansion needs? An elevator.
Because as it is Philip doesn't think he can get the both of them all the way up to the fifth floor... not with the amount of effort he's currently willing to spare.
But hey, one of the infinite number of empty rooms somewhere on the other side of this floor will do, just as long as it's far away from the sounds of the dance.
"Somewhere nice and quiet."
...
Aaaaaand we're moving on.
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"I'm sorry, I'd not be in this state if the event... if it weren't for the event."
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"Don't worry about it."
Ah, though supposedly there is something to be said for choosing this outcome rather than having it forced on you, sip by sip.
They are now leaving the ballroom and embarking on a journey along the seemingly endless corridor. Philip hopes that somewhere along the way a magical room will be found to house Daniel for the night.