EVENT ★ WINTER WONDERLAND

[futurologists]

HOLIDAY PREPWORK The sun might still be AWOL, but that doesn't mean it's time for a vacation! The goblin community seems even more motivated to get their holiday preparations together, working tirelessly to brighten up the grim atmosphere. To that end, they've enlisted the help of the ALASTAIR recruits that've been bumming around. Characters that signed up will be invited or roped into the goblins' various holiday traditions and events. Though they may refuse or fail these tasks, for every one that isn't accomplished, characters will suffer one effect from the curses list for upsetting the holiday balance. Note that those that didn't sign up can still help with tasks out of the goodness of their hearts, they just won't be assigned anything themselves or suffer any curses. Additionally, though PCs are magically bound to work with some partners, they may team up with others as well. GREETINGS FROM LLOYD ALASTAIR sends their holiday tidings! Some characters will find special deliveries addressed to them by name from the mysterious Lloyd of HR. The packaging might be messy and overtaped, and some of the gifts are less nice than others, but it's the thought that counts. MISTLESNOW The first snowfall of the year arrives, and though this may not bode well when there's no sun to melt it away, for now it's pristine and beautiful. Flurries and gentle snowstorms continue for days, blanketing all of Chantes and the outskirts. With it comes a uniquely magical weed epidemic. Mistletoe grows off every surface it can, stems and shrubs of it creeping off of anything it can cling to, including trees, archways, lanterns and buildings. This parasitic plant is a notorious holiday tradition, but in Chantes it packs an extra punch: when two characters step under it together, they'll find themselves magically rooted in place. Mistletoe's spell can only be broken by a kiss, and while chaste exchanges usually work (kisses to the hand, butterfly or eskimo kisses, etc.), more stubborn weeds do exist. This effect lasts until characters smooch or the weed dies from lack of sustenance, which could be anywhere between several hours to a full day. Mistletoe can be destroyed by a third party in a pinch, but be careful not to get stuck under the plant as well! As an OOC note, feel free to be creative on the range and strength of the mistletoe, but please respect other players' boundaries! If you would like to break the mistletoe with a hearty handshake or have your character be immune, be our guest. HAPPY HOLIDAYS All the hustle and bustle aside, the festivities themselves are peaceful and joyous -- and thanks to the ALASTAIR recruits, not punctuated with death or ominous Chimera motifs this time. A large bonfire continues all night with food and mulled wine aplenty. It's time to kick back, make some snow angels, and relax.

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[hellshaped]

[The goblins have gotten used to Hellboy lumbering about by this point, his blood red skin in contrast to their greens but still marking him as trustworthily nonhuman. Besides, he'd been locked up and involved in the subsequent jailbreak, so he's endeared himself to them enough where the children waiting to be treated perk up at the sight of him and start inching away from the line to say hello.

It's a subdued commotion, particularly because the adults waiting are throwing disapproving glances every which way, but Hellboy holds up his hands anyway.] I'm just passing through, really. Pretend I'm not even here.

omfg dw ate my tag I WROTE YOU ONE BEFORE D8

[showmeyourwreath]

That's not really an option, is it? And you'd likely disappoint them if you did.

[Her smile is just a little slyly amused, as well as curious, at this man.

The child she's dealing with now is suddenly impatient to go say hello, and Flora clucks her tongue before finishing up, but still obliges them. She wants for them to be healthy and happy.]

I DON'T BELIEVE YOU jk no problem friend

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy's face is not terribly expressive, his equivalent of a smile presenting as just a small upward twitch at the corners of his mouth. He crouches down to be eye-level with the goblin kids, answering their questions politely as they ask him about what he's been doing and how he's enjoying the festival preparations.]

Well, [he says, with a playful air of pretend weariness,] I guess a local celebrity's work is never done.