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driftfleet2015-12-23 08:18 pm
touchofrogue) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-23 08:18 pm
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Deck the Halls (does not mean punch them)
Who: Rogue, Remy, those invited who decided to attend, and they’re probably not rude enough to turn down any passerbys who happen to come by and wish to attend
Broadcast: Nope
Action: In an out of the way room with a few smallish windows on the Iskaulit
When: December 23rd, 5ish-8ish
It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas, or it would have been if they were on an Earth calendar. For their celebration and memory-making, Rogue had selected a middle sized room on the edge with two small windows by which an occasional view of the ice planet below could be seen. There would be very few who would be tempted to steal such a familiar view, however, since Rogue had enlisted Loki’s aid in making Christmas decorations and he provided illusions with alacrity and skill.
Lights are strung about the room, housed in brightly colored glass balls. While at first they simply seem to be glowing ornaments, there is something odd about the flames. A close look will reveal they do not dance formlessly, but rather have the shape of tiny dragons. There are bright, evergreen wreaths with red bows, hung strategically about the place which are actually eternal knots, impossible to solve. In the corner immediately spotted upon entering is an illusion of a gorgeous Christmas tree, with decorations all in gold and sparkling lights at the end of each branch - even the smell of evergreen is mimicked flawlessly. Flanking the tree are two tables, one laden in all kinds of food that Rogue and Remy have cooked up, the other with the label ‘White Elephant presents here.’ Loki has also helped Rogue hook up her music to some sort of an audible projection, and she is initially going to be streaming traditional Christmas Carols done by such greats as Ella Fitzgerald, Norah Jones, and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
There are a few comfortable chairs set up along the opposite side of the room as the Christmas tree (just a few, as comfortable chairs are not that easy to find), by an illusion of falling silver leaves that provide a glow of soft light in the area.
The center of the room is free for dancing, or games, or standing about and talking. Remy and Rogue have done their best to make delicious finger foods, appetizers and heartier party fare. There’s delicacies that can be found sourced from the planet, various salted fruits, a small platter of apple slices with a caramel dip, and heartier fare in the way of stews and pastas, the sort of thing that could be put in a cup and eaten standing up. There are desserts as well, spice cookies and peppermint bark and a far too tiny chocolate cake. There is punch - ice strawberry - and Natasha’s gift of vodka, kept carefully separate from the punch, and there’s some leftover wine Loki had magically made more potent for the solstice that Rogue stole in case any of those with suped up metabolisms wanted the pleasure of getting buzzed.
Notably, there is no depiction of mistletoe.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: In an out of the way room with a few smallish windows on the Iskaulit
When: December 23rd, 5ish-8ish
It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas, or it would have been if they were on an Earth calendar. For their celebration and memory-making, Rogue had selected a middle sized room on the edge with two small windows by which an occasional view of the ice planet below could be seen. There would be very few who would be tempted to steal such a familiar view, however, since Rogue had enlisted Loki’s aid in making Christmas decorations and he provided illusions with alacrity and skill.
Lights are strung about the room, housed in brightly colored glass balls. While at first they simply seem to be glowing ornaments, there is something odd about the flames. A close look will reveal they do not dance formlessly, but rather have the shape of tiny dragons. There are bright, evergreen wreaths with red bows, hung strategically about the place which are actually eternal knots, impossible to solve. In the corner immediately spotted upon entering is an illusion of a gorgeous Christmas tree, with decorations all in gold and sparkling lights at the end of each branch - even the smell of evergreen is mimicked flawlessly. Flanking the tree are two tables, one laden in all kinds of food that Rogue and Remy have cooked up, the other with the label ‘White Elephant presents here.’ Loki has also helped Rogue hook up her music to some sort of an audible projection, and she is initially going to be streaming traditional Christmas Carols done by such greats as Ella Fitzgerald, Norah Jones, and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
There are a few comfortable chairs set up along the opposite side of the room as the Christmas tree (just a few, as comfortable chairs are not that easy to find), by an illusion of falling silver leaves that provide a glow of soft light in the area.
The center of the room is free for dancing, or games, or standing about and talking. Remy and Rogue have done their best to make delicious finger foods, appetizers and heartier party fare. There’s delicacies that can be found sourced from the planet, various salted fruits, a small platter of apple slices with a caramel dip, and heartier fare in the way of stews and pastas, the sort of thing that could be put in a cup and eaten standing up. There are desserts as well, spice cookies and peppermint bark and a far too tiny chocolate cake. There is punch - ice strawberry - and Natasha’s gift of vodka, kept carefully separate from the punch, and there’s some leftover wine Loki had magically made more potent for the solstice that Rogue stole in case any of those with suped up metabolisms wanted the pleasure of getting buzzed.
Notably, there is no depiction of mistletoe.
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I think it'll be hard for anybody to be sad when they're around you.
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Ooh, ooh, Pearl! Does that mean that I'm the life of the party?
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[that bear bear thing has something to do with parties right?]
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But I don't have a degree in mastering ceremonies! I'll never be ready to be a real party animal at this rate...! [He says with a fake pout.]
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Does that mean you'll never party again?
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[okay, this metaphor might be starting to fall apart]
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Either way:] Well, I guess we won't be much help, then.
[wait] Or rather, I won't be much help.
[it's so easy to forget that Garnet and Amethyst aren't there.]
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Yes you can. Pearl, it's all up to you now! Remember that time you showed how you were strong, in the real way?
[He holds a Santa hat out to her, maintaining the dramatic whisper.]
Well now it's time for you to party - in the real way!
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I think I'm going to need a bit of coaching.
[she's totally taking that hat and putting it on]
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But... am I good enough to be a party coach?
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[heh] Even if you don't have a degree in mastering ceremonies.
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[He smiles and puffs up his chest.]
Thanks, Pearl. Now let's get this party started! At a party, there's two important areas you have to try to own, in any order: the dance floor, and the center of conversation!
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[wait] I'm not fusing with anybody. [dancing with other people is for fusing]
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[He clears his throat and goes on.]
You can dance if you want to. You can leave your friends behind! Cuz if your friends don't dance, and if they don't dance then they're no friends of mine!
[It sounds oddly like he's singing at the end.]
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Accidental fusion won't happen unless I want it to. At which point it won't be accidental, but the argument still stands.
Well, then. [and she drops a curtsey] May I have the honor of this dance?
[it's easier if she thinks of this as fusion training. And if it's with Steven, she doesn't mind.]
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Then he curtsies back at her before he reaches to take her hand, speaking in a mock-formal tone.]
Why Miz Pearl, the honor of this dance would be all mine!
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She'll let him lead - the last time they tried her style of dancing, he tripped and fell.]
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Pearl's simply holding onto his hands and trying to see if he's got a pattern to his dancing.]
I think you've already made quite a few improvements!
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You really think so? Thanks, Pearl! I guess it helps that I had the best teachers I could ever hope for!