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A room covered in tinsel and holiday lights. A brightly lit fire warms the room as bells and mistletoe hang here and there. Cutely crafted cards hang from a wall, all offering season's greetings. The desks face the frost like any class, the teacher's desk off to the side. Only...

A bare, naked pine stands, motionless. It smells like the forest, and even if made of FEAR, it seems like it too should match the bright festive colors of the room. Still, tiny gift boxes sit below it's branches. Presents, enough for one each.




The sudden sound of those annoying bells could be heard down the hall- The class only titled 'Deck the Halls' devoid of any foreign professor. The clatter of hooves and the smell of peppermint hot chocolate slowly filled the room from the hallway as the bells got louder and louder until finally the door opened-

And a large rack hit the door frame first, ornaments clattering and jingling and a few blinking with green and red and gold light from the festively covered bone. "Blasted frames- hardly allowing any- Oh hello." A reindeer, eyes pink and yellow with a button nose and cheeks red from the morning chill. In the deer man's hands a striped mug, the other filled with ribbons and brightly colored paper. His outfit was rather unusual- A wool sweater with a pictures of holly and of candles that lit up, paired with what looked like pajama pants only a bit more fitting- Yoga pants. The look was finished with socks with holes for his hooves- socks that had pompoms on them.

"You're all here early! Good morning to you, good morning to you. Looks like we're all in our places, with bright shining- oh. Oh my." The professor(?) looked at the students, realizing they were not as joyful as he had been hoping for. "Well, I'm sure your faces will brighten right up with what I have in store for you all! Now where is, oh yes! There it is!" Setting his mug down, the reindeer went over to the professor's desk, pulling out a large red and white cooler. When opened- gingerbread scent filled the room.

"A snack is in order to start us off. I also have hot choco and marshmallows ready! The first rule of hosting any party is to have enough for all- seconds and thirds included."

Red cups passes around, hot chocolate and marshmallows in each. Small gingerbread cookies also passed around before- "Now that we have gotten that out of the way let me introduce myself. I am Spencer Prancer, though you may call me Professor Prancer. I am a editor in my native lands for 'SnowStyle like MyStyle' otherwise known as SnowStyles. We focus on holiday and season wear as well as at home furnishing and party hosting. I have been asked to help you all understand our culture so to speak. And in my mind, what better way then spending a few hours locked in the social awkwardness that could be a party where you only know a few people."


The tree was given a once over. "Now here we have a lovely evergreen ready for decoration. If you will all come forward and pick up a small gift- no rushing, I was sure to have the elves gathered enough for all."

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Ruth seemed to have improperly interpreted what the class title meant by Deck. Initially her mind had gone to naval vessels and where exactly the deck could be located but then it didn't really seem like something the school would require a cultural exchange teacher for. Spotting the tree and the presents, Ruth was no closer to figuring out how the halls were connected to boats.

And then came the instruction to take a present, apparently there were enough for every student who participates in the class. Huh. She waited and watched the first student have a go and saw them come back unscathed and with a present of their own. The paranoia agent, unfortunately, had lowered her guard and that was when she realized what the class meant.

Because she just got decked by the tree and how. She didn't scream or cry out as the pine needles struck her, she did grab at her cap to ensure it stayed on her head while her other hand snatched at a present. She was rather surprised she even got one, and it was a medium sized to boot. Despite the shiner she was sure forming, she felt pleased with her present and helped herself to some cookies. She didn't exactly eat them, just grabbed and stashed some in her pockets.

For later. Probably for some other purpose that didn't involve her consuming any.

Clara could only stare at the strange appearance of the professor as he walked into the class. Her eyes narrowed at the extremely niceness pf his behavior, which went so well with his sweater, pants, and socks. Surely, everything he was doing was just a facade. No one can be this kind, right?

She took a small nibble of the cookie only after cautiously watching some other students drink their chocolate...their food seemed safe? Maybe?

She kept giving the tree quick glances as the professor, who was apparently named Prancer, talked a bit, half expecting the tree to start attacking at any moment. But it didn't. When the time came for them to grab a present, she quickly slipped through between the rushing students and grabbed one before returning to her seat. She held it by the bow on top at arm's length away, turning it around and examining it.

Fire and warmth was always good. Fire and warmth would always attract a certain hellhound to your side, which was why Alecto found herself in yet another class. Her ears pressed against her head as she took in the unusual decorations. What isis all this…? [Weren’t you listening? This must be from Christmas.] (Horrible taste, if you ask me.) [I didn’t.] (Touchy.) And so the inner chatter continued as she confusedly took the hot drink from the professor, but happily downed it regardless. Even if it wasn’t a taste she’d been expecting. Her nose crinkled and her tongue lolled out briefly before she perked up. Presents?!

It wasn’t long before the demon had wormed her way into the crowd and walked away unscathed with a tiny present. It wasn’t big, but better than nothing.

Ithildin was still wearing every piece of clothing she owned in an effort to stay warm and when the professor offered up hot cocoa she didn't hesitate. The warmth in her hands was amazing and she spend a great deal of time just holding it. When everyone rushed to get a present, she just sat and waited, enjoying the cocoa and cookies and the reprieve they offered from the cold. Once the rush died down a little, she ducked in under someone's arm and picked a small present for herself. As she made her way back to her seat with the present tucked carefully under her arm, she paused to get a refill of the cocoa. "Thank you so much, professor, this is delicious!"

Catinka was by nature small and quiet and unobtrusive, and so it was perhaps unsurprising that she was fairly trampled in her efforts to retrieve a box as instructed. This was not helped by the fact that she twice tripped over her own feet on the way back.

Tink looked up from squinting in bewilderment at her gift just in time to hear that bells were very avant-garde, and this made her beam appreciatively even though she didn't know what avant-garde meant, exactly. Her ears wiggled in excitement, sending her earrings jingling. She liked these Christmas people. These Christmas people and all their bells and their hooves.