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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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Ah, don't worry too much if that happens, allowed to take a break now 'nd then from goals. After all, no point in doin' it if ya don't 'njoy it, non? Then it just gets tedious 'nd ya want to do it even less.
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Yeah, that's true. I know all too well how difficult it is to burn out when you're constantly working on something.
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From what I see, [Remy started, moving to balance the items he held in his other hand.] Ain't no point tryin' to dive too deep 'nto that question. Ask the same thing m'self with bein' here. Could understand if we were seein' a bit more action, had some difficult events thrown at us, which I'm mighty glad we haven't so far as those don't generally end up well. But for just day to day stuff, I don't get it. [Before a sign.] Then again, I never was 'nto the whole reality tv show thing 'nyways, so maybe 'm just not the designed audience for this all.
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I'm sure what the audience sees is edited for consumption so they can pick out whatever interests them, but still, the kind of things I was able to surmise they choose to show the audience... like, they love my friendship with Beverly, apparently. I agree, who finds that interesting? But then again, we talk about home and the people we miss... maybe the audience likes sentimentiality or something.
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Ah, [Remy then waved a hand to brush the entire thing off.] Don't really matter in the big picture though, hein? Clearly ya doin' something right for them to keep ya 'round, 'nd worse case if they don't like ya 'nymore ya get to go home. 'til then, ya just stuck with the rest of us. [Adding a grin onto the end of that all.]
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Yeah- I can't spend too much time worrying about it, right? I just live my life the way I choose... as much as I can here, anyway... and let them sort through it. There's not a whole lot I can do to change things, I can just be myself.
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'nd for what it counts, I think ya a mighty fine femme 'nd more than 'nterestin' 'nough to have around. Have ya on my side, let alone ship, 'nyday.
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Well, that's very kind of you to say. Thank you. I do try my best to be self-confident, but I'm always afraid of coming off like a braggart. That and I'm naturally a quiet person at the best of times.
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Although, it was very tempting to keep going if she was going to blush like that.] Ah, now that never stopped me, 'nd ya never know, one day I might be as good as I say I am. [Before Remy dropped his joking tone.] Ya be who ya be, chere, no one should have a say on changin' ya but ya. If ya happy, then who cares what others think?
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Although, hopin' it ain't 'nother ice planet. 've already had to put up with the wildlife here too many times for my likin', so maybe something a bit less life threatenin'.
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[She nodded.]
Still holding out for a buffet planet, myself. Just one endless buffet of every food you can dream of. The cold doesn't bother me too much, since I grew up in the boonies of Wisconsin, but the wildlife is a bit much.
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So I vote to leave the cold behind next time 'round, this was a decent 'nough dose for 'while.