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.

Comments

[boneafide]

... You're right! It's okay, I have an idea! We have to make Snow Melan's arms big enough to support themselves!

So we're going to add muscles.

[ninmu]

Muscles? [ see, papyrus, the sensible answer here would have been stick arms, like a normal snowman... but ok. ok!! ] What do we use to make those?

[boneafide]

[And squander the chance to give a robot big beefy snowarms?? Not a chance. ]

A lot more snow!!! I mean tons of it. All the snow around us, plus some!!

[ninmu]

[ that's... a lot of snow!! Melan looks at his surroundings, thinking for a moment, then stands up, nodding at Papyrus. ]

Understood.

[ then he proceeds to start rolling up another snowball... a really big one. This might take a while. ]

[boneafide]

[ Papyrus patiently waits, like the Important NPC he is. ]

[ninmu]

[ what a good npc. Melan will wordlessly continue to amass a bigger pile of snow, although it's a bit of a struggle for him at first with his small 'hands.' But the bigger it gets, the easier it is to roll and just collect snow that way. Soon enough, he's pushing around a snowball of outrageous diameter (think half of his size) with ease, thanks to his strength, and the area around their half-formed SnowMelan looks slightly like a crop cicle due to his spiraling path. ]

Is this enough snow? [ he calls out, still going. ]

[boneafide]

Oh, yeah, that's probably enough!

[In fact, it's way too much, but he looked like he was having so much fun, Papyrus didn't tell him to stop.]

Can you bring it back over here?

[ninmu]

[ he's not sure if he's having fun?? what is fun ]

Understood. [ rolling his giant snowball riiiight up to Papyrus. Melan's red eyes and pointy horns just barely poke over the top of it, staring down at the skeleton expectantly. ]

[boneafide]

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[boneafide]

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[boneafide]

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[boneafide]

You know, I think sticks will work fine too.

[ninmu]

[ staring. staring at papyrus for a few seconds, face as expressionless as ever. Maybe... deep down... he feels something. A twinge of something. A twinge... of frustration.

But he's Melan, so it passes harmlessly. ]

... Did I do it wrong?

[boneafide]

No, you did everything right!

But I just realized that this would be a lot more fun to have a snowball fight with! Can you lift it over your head??

[ninmu]

[ that stare floats down to the sizeable snowball from Papyrus. ]

Okay ... I will try. [ he bends down, trying to find a good angle to pick it up from. ] Who are we fighting?