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glocksuke2024-12-21 11:47 am
alittlefuninstead) wrote in glocksuke2024-12-21 11:47 am
mingles your jingles THIS IS YEAR FIVE????
Well. He's back. That goddamn small elf has reappeared. You really can't escape, can you? It waves a golden envelope at you, and as soon as you open it the familiar flurry of snowflakes blasting you directly in the face as the letter unfolds to reveal its contents.
...strange. There's no fancy invitation this time? Instead, all you'll find is a sheet of paper with the word "Boo." written on it.
The moment you register the words (whether by willingly reading the letter or as an attempt to placate the elf attempting to bite you), the snowflakes encase you in a cyclone of winter-y chilliness. You feel as though you're shoved inside a freezer, like the kind you'd find at a supermarket, and everything around you goes dark as you slip and slide your way down, up, side to side and upside down.
For once, you aren't dumped off in a snowbank. Your arrival to the village is almost pleasant as you're gently set on your feet at the top of the valley, buildings appearing before your eyes. They unravel and unfold, popping up like a picture book and springing to life as the sound of music and jingle bells fill the air. Behind you appears a mountain perfect for climbing, but perhaps the village ahead is far more enticing.
As you enter the valley and leave your troubles behind, you'll find your attire soon will match the vibe. Some of you may find yourselves in the ugliest Christmas sweaters known to man. Some of you may be lucky and get away with cuter winter fits to keep yourselves cozy. But worry not, there are still plenty of shops for your perusal.
Since you're already here, why don't you take a look around?
As you turn, you may notice the familiar sign stating murder is prohibited, as usual. Wow, this sign is looking a little worse for the wear by now. Just how long has this been around? Ah, well, never mind. Enjoy the festivities!
❄️ The Mall
Ah yes. A special hell on earth, Christmastime at the shopping center. Nestled in the center of the village is a large multi-shop complex with a constant stream of shoppers flitting about. Money isn't a problem here and you'll find a silver credit card somewhere on your person. Talk about a Christmas miracle. Inside the mall is everything imaginable, just in time to buy gifts for everyone on your holiday list. If you can think it, you can find it. Head on over to the food court for a little afternoon pick-me-up (any sort of fast food place you can think of) and get ready to shop 'til you drop! But if you can’t find exactly what you’re looking for…?
Well, drop on by Santa's workshop! You can't miss it...but too bad it looks like jolly old Saint Nick's stepped out for a while. That's okay! There's still a camera set up and all sorts of fun and silly winter props for a cute little photo op for you and your friends. But maybe don't linger for too long...the more time you spend in Santa's chair, the higher the chances are you'll find yourself sporting a full, white beard.
❄️ The Island
On the outskirts of town, opposite of the mountain, you'll find a small sandy beach and an icy ocean before you. Several boats are docked near the shore, ready for you to take them sailing off to an island you can just barely see in the distance. As you sail closer to the island, you'll find it's much larger than anticipated, and you aren't alone. A variety of small toy-like occupants can be found once you reach the short, curious and uncertain about your arrival. There's a spotted elephant, a water gun that shoots grape jelly, a cowboy that rides an ostrich, a train with square wheels and an assortment of other misfits. They'll clamor around you, wondering if you're here to visit or if, perhaps, you'll be kind enough to bring them back to the village and give them a new home.
Spending time on this island will instill feelings of childlike wonder, nostalgia, and a little bit of longing. Maybe you'll even find yourself in the middle of some self-reflection, willing to share a secret or two with those around you. There's nothing wrong with you, is there? Don't worry. Someone out there probably loves you.
❄️ Winter Sports
Maybe you don't go to the island and you stick closer to the mountain. That's okay. There's plenty of things to do on this side of the village. For one thing, you’ll find a small stand nestled among some trees holding all sorts of winter items including skis, snowboards, snow mobiles, toboggans, and sleds. The snow is fresh and the hills are alive with the sound of laughter. Or screams. Depending if you know how to ski or not. There are a few plowed trails heading into the small surrounding mountains, little paths and a few walkways that wind around and around toward the highest peak. Try not to get lost on your way up, and watch out for the abominable snowman.
❄️ The Party
You skipped 90% of these prompts to get here, didn't you? Respectable. Powerful. We all know why you're here. Even if you don't actually know, other guests will likely be able to catch you up to speed and mention the holiday party for everyone invited. Unlike years of the past where the party's been hosted in a mansion, this year you'll find yourself ushered down a slippery slope and brought to a frosty blue door. Knock once, twice, three times and soon you'll be treated to a large, icy cavern-esque area. Despite the chilly appearance, the temperature's just right for comfort and still gives you an excuse to snuggle up close to whoever's closest. There are halls that are decked with boughs of holly leading off to rooms filled with fireplaces, games, food and more. Christmas music echoes through the halls, and just like last time should you require anything special the staff will answer every beck and call.
In the center of the bar resides a massive Christmas tree, along with boxes of ornaments should you wish to try your hand at decorating. If you watch long enough, you may even see some of them floating on their own as streaks of frost wash over the branches.
...but don't think you're safe just because it's a party. It's mistletoe season, baby! Similar to last year, the plant truly seems to have a honing device attached as it persists the more you resist. It can, and will, appear at random in places you might not expect, and often times it will show up at inconvenient moments. Unfortunately, it's not just the mistletoe conspiring against you. The garland hanging in the halls will slither down on occasion to tie you to another person, ushering you both under a sprig of mistletoe and binding you until you comply. Every now and then, a patch of ice will appear underfoot, sending you careening into another person or two with the hopes your lips will collide. And even some of the sweet treats appear to be special, filling you with a burst of affection you just have to get out.
Or maybe you've had the great fortune to avoid all of these pitfalls to enjoy the party! You're free to mingle and jingle. Eat, drink, and be merry and bright...but do keep in mind that if two people are together and avoid the mistletoe for too long, you will find yourselves in a frosty, snowglobe-like barrier for one hour or until a kiss is shared. Dealer's choice.
Happy holidays!
[ooc: it's once again mgcu mingle time! this mingle is open to characters from the following:
reapsody, grimmoired, plasmatio, subdivided, thotordie, bluesclues, tropicalgetaway, notagain, redactable, snowend, 7rings, seasonality, chasma, uturns, chroma, courtrooms, suitedreams, superhell, homophonic,becomehero, spacecoast, scawwy, & wenishowever. you may also bring special guests in the form of characters you considered playing in previous games or characters you are anticipating playing in the future, sort of like a TDM for potential options! this also includes any characters you may have brought to past endgame mingles for extra shenanigans because honestly, we've all had the itch of "OH X WOULD BE SO FUN OFF OF Y" and our castmate missed connections. otherwise, have fun mingling with strangers!]
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Hello, Rosamund.
[Oh. Hm. HELP!!! He glances at himself as if he's unsure how to explain.]
Some things happened very quickly when I finally went back home.
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Oh?
[She purses her lips.
Then sort of turns from a thumbs up to a thumbs down and then back again.]
...And did we like these things or...?
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It was not preferable, but... I made the best of what happened.
[He gestures toward her.]
Your own change is remarkable.
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Meanwhile Rosamund is sincerely saddened to hear this. Not our Viktor!!! Innocent of every crime!!!]
Oh no, I'm so sorry. Are you in pain? Can I help you with anything? I do have a bit of healing magic again.
[As for herself?]
Oh. Well. The short version of it is, I got to sort of do it all over again? This time with all my memories, so. No briars! No curse. I have the spindle on me actually — that's the thing that caused the whole mess, I just have to be careful...
But that's neither here nor there. [Smiling over-brightly.] So! These plants. What are we supposed to do?
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[This notion sounds bizarre to him! He shakes his head.]
No, I'm alright. I feel almost better than I had before. [His brows go up ever so slightly, but he seems charmed.] I see we have experienced somewhat similar possibilities. I'm glad.
[He glances around - up at the mistletoe.]
Mmmm. I believe the tradition is to share a kiss.
[Haha!!]
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Good. Then in a way, we're both new and improved!
[Then the smile creaks at the edges.]
...You don't say... [Touching her forehead, looking to the heavens and receiving exactly zero divine aid. She sighs with an untold weariness.] It always comes back to that, doesn't it? Oooh, you better find true love or you'll be a frog forever! How about you sleep for a hundred years and some guy you've never met can just crawl on in through your briars and plant a wet one on you, that'll wake you up! Also you have to marry him.
I mean, is there no curse that's ended by, like — I don't know. Developing a nice, consensual friendship and sharing a hug? That's just as significant as falling in love! At least sometimes. Right?
[Back her up on this.]
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The exasperation manages to get the corner of his lips to rise up. It is ever so slightly awkward considering each of their, um, messes, but it's fine. This is the luck of the draw they will continue to get in life....]
It seems even this place values the intensity and complications beset by rising emotions.
Are you trying to say you're my friend...?
[He's teasing.]
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...Yes? [Blinking oh so picturesquely, yet genuinely confused.] I mean, that should go without saying. Of course we're friends. Right?
[Please do not rug pull her on this. Somewhat afraid of the answer now, she clears her throat and carries on.]
So. Yes. Um. It shouldn't be a problem then! Friends can kiss for the sake of a curse. If they both agree it's fine. I mean, you and Lucien are very dear to each other and I would never dream of getting in the way of your true love, and I'm...well...things are in the mix. So! No problem!
Or — it's no problem to me if it's no problem to you. Is that okay?
[looking to him with her big googoo princess eyes.]
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We are.
[SHE'S SO FUNNY. He will put her mind at ease. But they can kiss as not friends, too. As enemies even. That happens sometimes, and it's kind of hot.]
You don't have to worry about us taking any offense.
[He extends his hand out to her, palm up, if she wants to take it. Honestly, as long as Lucien knew he was getting back what he considered his, he'd probably kind of find it hot because he has eyes and liked both of them in his own little crazy man way.]
It's okay with me.
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BUT ANYWAY!! They can kiss in any situation tbh, I love enemies to lovers or just straight up enemies kissing. But here and now they are darling friends, who perhaps should just solve many problems by being polyamorous monsterfuckers?? Invites Lucien and Sidon both into this.
Rosamund softens at the gesture, all nerves soothed. Her hand folds into his easily and she smiles, a rosy flush blooming on her cheeks.]
All right. Then it's settled.
[As long as the spell doesn't require true love. But then more than one kind of love may be true, and the honeyed glow that now blooms in her chest must mean something.
She sets her other hand at his cheek as she leans in.]
Thank you, Viktor.
[And she will meet him at the lips, gentle and sweet.]
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He gives her hand a gentle squeeze. The flesh is indigo mottled with iridescent purple lines, parts of it melded with golden metal. A lot like his singe leg and hand before, except it's all over him.
The skin is cool, but tingles pleasantly against her hand. When she comes in for the kiss, he doesn't pull away. Something else happens when their lips touch.
A flash of white obscures her vision, and the ground drops out from under her. She is swallowed by a star-smattered plane of cosmic void, the ghosts of galaxies looming behind. All around, up, down, there is nothing but endless space. There's no way to tell top from bottom without any kind of comparison.
And there is someone else.
Viktor is there, his hair short and fluffy like it had been on the ship, but blindingly white. His face is the same, but his body is spectral, a web of white, and silver, and ethereal stretched so thin sometimes all the stars behind show through.
She, too, finds her body is the same as his, that they are floating (maybe floating), she thinks, in this bizarre dimension. He speaks, and the words reverberate in her head more than the air itself. She is aware, somehow, he is inside her mind, and she can feel him there, taking up space.]
You don't have to be scared.
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Rosamund floats amid the stars. Wades. Remains still. Hard to tell which. She brings her hand in front of her face, turning them over in awe, looking down over her altered form before blinking up at Viktor.
The voice in her head isn't jarring. It's kind of expected, even. She smiles to him.]
I'm not. [Out loud? Head to head? What does it matter as long as the message comes across. It's a much less unsettling void than the last one she'd been cast to. No godlike monster giving chase, no burning pages from their stories, no threat of unravelling. She moves closer, if she can, marvelling at his new shine.] Goodness, Viktor, you've become something larger than yourself. Haven't you?
[It hadn't been easy for her, when she found out. Something he might sense himself. She's affected by the shift in reality, but any insight into her mind reveals her own version of infinity. The same story in a million iterations, a million faces she's worn as a million minds conjure their own Sleeping Beauty. Sometimes the story is sweet and sanitized. Sometimes it's bloody, miserable. A girl is cursed, a girl is woken, a girl is given to a prince.
This most recent one skipped it all. Took the ink and pages for herself and wrote a new story.]
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Again, he offers his hand out, as if she may just start floating away.]
Something like that, yes. I apologize. This is... the byproduct of what I had been working on. The hexcore. Having it merged with my body as a conduit... I became touched by the arcane.
[His head tilts curious. His strange eyes search her face. To him, she splits into a kaleidoscope of possibilities.]
Fascinating... I can see... all of you.
[This same thing is true for him, too; however, he does not know this quite yet. That there is a kaleidoscope of versions of himself within different timelines. Same hat!]
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I think I remember a little about it. [More high tech trumpery her medieval brain can scarcely comprehend. But it had been something impressive, as magical in scope as the Eudora's wonders had been.] I suppose it's not just technology anymore. I mean, you call it "arcane". That's very mystical.
[Nothing of the metal and wires variety would produce an effect like this.
She flushes some as he comments on her own version of infinity. Most people didn't understand when she tried to explain, or maybe didn't quite believe her. It sounds absurd, until you're living that truth.]
Same here. You've lived many lives, it seems. Do you remember any of it?
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Arcane is the magic, yes. Jayce and I created hextech attempting to harness -
[His eyes turn to glance around them, at the astral plane they inhabit for the moment.]
Something like this.
[Clearly this does not seem like a completely stable and safe space exactly. The hivemind isn't here yet, at least. Haha.........]
No. They don't converge.