❄ I just wanna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe ... [sisi voice] A Jingle Mingle

[alittlefuninstead]

Wherever you are, whoever you are, you'll likely find yourself blinking one moment and teleporting in a flurry of snowflakes the next. Luckily for you, there's no murder this time! (Probably.)

Rather, you'll hear Christmas carols aplenty as you approach a winter castle, snow lightly falling and various paths leading to gardens filled with still-blooming flowers (how.) and lit topiary displays.

Upon entering the castle, you'll find it's brightly lit and decorated...welcome to the party! Frost lightly dusts the walls and some nearby surfaces and guests will find there are halls and floors aplenty to explore. There are rooms filled with plush chairs and fireplaces for those looking for something cozier, rooms filled with all kinds of games and toys, and naturally there's a large ballroom prime for dancing. Spread through you'll find tables of snacks, full-course meals, drinks, desserts, and even champagne towers. Are you looking for something specific? Simply ask a member of the staff. Watch your step though! Their assistants really are doing their best to help, and the jingling bell may be too faint to hear if you aren't paying attention.

It seems as though you've all been invited to a wonderful holiday party for no reason at all...but there is one thing amiss...or, should I say...amistletoe?

Pinned up on every doorway is a sprig of fresh mistletoe, decorated with bright red bows and dustings of frost. And sure, perhaps it's easy just to avoid the doorways if you want to be a spoilsport. But should you avoid it for too long, it will seem as though the mistletoe is following you, almost as if some asshole is hiding out and purposefully trailing behind to keep it dangling over your head.

Oh. And did I mention you can't leave the castle grounds until you play along? Pucker up.

[ooc: this can be any past murdergame characters y'all, go nuts.

for clarity sake, this includes characters from: reapsody, grimmoired, plasmatio, subdivided, thotordie, bluesclues, tropicalgetaway, notagain, and redactable!

edit: and by popular demand any of you from the above games can also bring your yuggoths and your tikirobos. The Robowests were in CRAU and therefore don't count goodbye.]

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[repress]

[ Maybe a few months ago he'd have taken the opportunity to start another murder game by attacking Edelgard in the middle of a cute winter ball for cute winter people, but as it stands he just gives her a beleaguered look. ]

I would rather not expect the worst just yet.

[ Though he's not surprised to hear that from her. ]

We've managed to keep the peace thus far, haven't we? [ it's been like 2 minutes ]

[hegemonstrous]

Thus far? For the past several minutes, you mean?

[It's not exactly something to brag about!]

[repress]

For you and I? I'd consider it something of an accomplishment.

[ It's something! Better than nothing! He even almost sounds amused. ]

[hegemonstrous]

I suppose that's true. But I don't intend to fight with you here, Dimitri.

[Honestly.]

There's no point to it.

[repress]

[ In most cases, in most circumstances across most timelines, he would find some excuse to fight her. Just breathing the same air would be enough reason.

But right now, as they are, there really is no point. His tone is muted, thoughtful. ]

No, I suppose there isn't.

[ He offers her one of the many champagne flutes as a peace offering of sorts. It looks silly with how carefully he has to handle the fragile stem. ]

Though I don't think we're going anywhere, either.

[hegemonstrous]

[Yes, she knows. But her problems with him have never been personal, and that's the issue. He insists on taking what is a conflict between nations and feeling so much about it, tying it to some memory he has of their past relationship, and it threatens to make her also feel - well, it's frustrating.

So it's a relief that he can understand, at least for a few minutes, that without the armies and the stakes, there's no need for conflict between them.

She'll take the champagne from him.]

Thank you. We do seem to be trapped, don't we?

[repress]

[ He's not sure how Edelgard and Claude treat the war as anything but personal, but he's never been the rationally minded one of the three. Without Fodlan, the history that he pretended that they didn't even have, back in their time at Garreg Mach—could they go back to those days?

Maybe such idle thoughts are why he can't separate his feelings from even a stupid Christmas party. He doesn't bother with drinking himself, scanning around instead. ]

So it seems...

You went through one of these experiences of your own, didn't you? The camp tended towards such mischief as well. At one point we were quite literally stuck to one another.