Jingle Mingle...2

[alittlefuninstead]

Some of you may be used to this by now. For some of you, this may be your very first time being swept away in a flurry of snowflakes. (Though some of you may have been particularly naughty and were shoved into a burlap sack before disappearing into the storm.) As usual, it seems as though the time for bloodshed has passed and when you open your eyes you're greeted with...

...a ski lodge.

Worry not! This isn't the lodge Krampus had taken residence in but it's a rather large and cozy getaway. You may even find that your clothes have changed into something holiday-appropriate for the occasion. It seems as though someone has gone around decking the halls with boughs of holly, lights strewn along the walls, Christmas trees in large corners, and plenty of food and drink to go around. (Yes, this includes alcohol. Please do try to be responsible though, hm?)

Similarly, some of you may recognize the frosty patterns that lightly dust the walls and surfaces and the usual staff and their assistants are back in action. Should you require anything, you may ask one of them and they'll be at your service!

The lodge has plenty of rooms filled with furniture, fireplaces, games and more. And for those of you feeling a little more adventurous, you may venture outdoors. To the left there's a sprawling garden with gazebos, firepits, flowers and lit topiary displays. To the right, you may follow the path down to a hot spring. And straight ahead? There's the path leading you right to a rental shack holding skis, snowboards and snow mobiles.

This almost seems...quaint, doesn't it? And perhaps it's a little too easy, but you should know by now everything comes with a price.

Sprigs of mistletoe are pinned up in every doorway once again, bright red bows and dustings of frost lingering around them. Don't try to escape to the outdoors to avoid it! Ice sculptures appear in every direction each decorated with the mystical plant. You could try to avoid it, really, but avoiding it too long will earn a chilly breath of air directly in your ear as you're pushed straight into the nearest person. Wouldn't you rather choose on your own?

Well! The choice is yours, and you might want to make it fast. There's no way out without paying the kiss tax, after all.

[ooc: it's mgcu time! this mingle is open to characters from the following: reapsody, grimmoired, plasmatio, subdivided, thotordie, bluesclues, tropicalgetaway, notagain, redactable, snowend, 7rings, seasonality, and chasma!

Comments

[dotcom]

[ he's just wandering around trying all of the sweets

that's literally all he is doing in this i'm not writing something fancier. it's the holidays and that's when you get the good fuckin cookies and cake. he knows what he's about. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ he sees sasazuka

and immediately turns to leave in the opposite direction. who allowed this guy to come? ]

[dotcom]

[ sasazuka, internally: oh ichika would have a heart attack

sasazuka, externally: just calls out to him! ]

You're not going to say hi to your big brother?

[teenrebellion]

[ ah, yes, the one person who can get kazuki to consider murder. ]

You're not my brother! Why should I say hi to someone like you?

[dotcom]

Still bratty as ever.

[ pot, kettle, etc.

he takes a bite out of a cookie. ]

What are you doing here.

[empireofrats]

[she takes one of the sweets he was about to eat,

but then pauses immediately after. she looks up at him with the soft, large brown eyes of a puppy, looking into his soul,

and then she hands the cookie to him in offering.]

[dotcom]

[ i'm going to be honest he would have just snatched the cookie from her




but he will take the offering peacefully instead. ]

[empireofrats]

[yea i almost made her keep it so he would steal from a child]

What's your favorite cookie?

[dotcom]

It depends on the mood, but it's hard to go wrong with fudge. Although this time of year, gingerbread and sugar cookies are what's mostly marketed-- the icing on the latter can make or break it though.

[ he has opinions ]

[shiftingwinds]

[shi qingxuan does not seem at all surprised to find sasazuka by the sweets.

he is probably not at all surprised to see that she's already found the alcohol by the time she wanders over.]

So how would you rate the desserts here, hm?

[dotcom]

Try that.

[ he points at a cake. ]

[shiftingwinds]

[


she trusts his judgment when it comes to desserts, so she goes to grab them both a slice and then digs in to hers. (i hope it's poisoned and she just dies right here, that would be funny.)]

[aubins]

[ he wholeass takes a cookie off his plate.

if we didn't know whether they were friends or not this might just push them into enemy territory. ]

[dotcom]

Where are you going.

[ bitch. ]

[aubins]

To explore this winter wonderland. With a cookie.

[ heh. [

[malborn]

[gently hands him a cookie.

like a sith lord, like he comes up beside sasazuka and pulls a cookie out from his cloak and hands it to him.]

[dotcom]

[ this is the most

suspect cookie

and he takes it anyway. ]

[malborn]

[it's a really good cookie! royce just sucks.]

It's not poisoned. I checked by giving one to Gu Yun. [stop]

[sengokus]

[


he's just walking over with two cups of hot cocoa? one has a mountain of whipped cream and a some wafers sticking out the top. that's the one he offers to takeru]

Sasazuka-saaaan.

[he just

knew he was going to be ordered to get takeru something eventually so he just pre-empted it]

[dotcom]

[ he holds his hands out to take it. ]

Good boy.

[sengokus]

I'm not your dog!!

[he'll hand it over though, and then look at takeru's collected sweets]

Is there any pudding? Do I get to have some?

[booksleeves]

[Oh, big same.]

You must try these little peppermint cupcakes. They're delightful!

[dotcom]

[ ?????

the speed in which he goes to get some ]

[bonetiddies]

[She takes a bite of gingerbread, makes a face, and spits it out into a napkin.]

These are too spicy.

[dotcom]

[ he appreciates harrow because he, too, doesn't like spicy things, but she makes him seem like a chili pepper lover in ]

Try some milk.