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 Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:09 pm
He took the offered cheek, kissing it, before glancing over to where Rin was looking. He smiled before looking at the throne Rep was looking at. "Think Rep is going to kiss Robert?" He asked, wondering if Rep would go that far. "I could see him take that throne by force." Though he hoped not.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:15 pm
The smell was finally fading, and Robert put his beard back on correctly, but the party had gone full swing and nobody wanted to sit on Santa's lap anymore. That was okay, Robert had a knack for amusing himself. He sat there like an animatronic figure, screaming HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO and a few more ho's, for good measure, directly at anyone who passed. It was less holiday and more horror than it needed to be, but he laughed every time someone scuttled away. His joyful mischief crumbled away when two (three? was that a guy?) scantily clad Little Helpers came strolling his way, followed by one elflike Kostya. He sucked in a deep breath, and swallowed, hard, leaning away when America bent in and gave him a view that screamed trouble. "Uhhhhh." Robert tried to remember how to say ho ho ho, and forgot.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:18 pm
"That's because everyone else is a terrible person. I have a notebook right here, I've been watching people do this- this Christmas stuff and being jolly and forgetting in Halloween, there are starving orphan minipets waiting to be fed. Dying every day. Dying. They'll get what's coming for them."
A pamphlet was slid under the tablecloth towards Mimsy. It was a folded black brochure with bloodstains printed on it. The text was also blood red.
"The Halloween Brigade saves the minipets of this world. We bring them to shelters and feed and nourish them and love them. Love that you don't deserve giving them. Visiting hours are twelve to three, but you better wash your miserable human hands. Who knows what kind of gross bacteria you could have picked up. Just thinking about it makes me hate you more."
"Hey, have you seen what happened to the lab specimens in room 338? We got a new shipment this morning and they're all gone." The Life Hunter in question was actually addressing Mimsy, but a hand shot out and grabbed his ankle.
"Free all the minipets." The table underneath wigged a bit. A lot.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:19 pm
Rep gave Rin a nod of the head from across the room, actively trying to avoid having to look too long at the lovebirds. Finally giving up on this, he made his way towards one of the more interesting things on offer in the room - cake.
The table itself was ******** covered in sugary delights and he nabbed a plate to pile it high with fairy cakes and other confection, even giving the pikachu cake a full frontal lobotomy to add it to the spoils of war. All the while he was being rather unhygienic about the whole thing, testing icing and licking his fingers in between retrieving items.
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kuropeco rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:25 pm
Ian followed after Shiloh obediently, a small smile on his face. He felt lighthearted, and it seemed as though Shiloh did too. At the very least, he seemed not to be worrying too much anymore over the public display of their affections for one other; or perhaps the games had managed to at least take his mind off of them for now.
The card was given a raised eyebrow. "Can we write something really dirty in it?" he asked, eyes dancing with amusement, and then he too reached for the spinner, the fingers of his other hand still threaded through Shiloh's.
The spinner spun around, a pleasant whirring sound, and then slowly ticked to a stop to reveal...
"Ah," said Ian with clear satisfaction, as he reached for his prize. "Booze. Excellent, just what I could use." He slid his fingers around the neck of the bottle and pulled it towards him, giving Shiloh a smile. "Let's go find Maebe now, shall we?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:27 pm
Rep guaranteed that Melvin would never eat anything at parties unless it was vacuum sealed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:30 pm
Zoobey Mark slowly lowered the cannister. And then paused.
'Do it!' urged Good Mark on one shoulder, 'You must weaken the Dark Side! Only you can deliver the true blow!'
'Hang on,' interrupted Rogue, But Still Good Mark, 'we could totally take advantage of this. Why don't you kiss her and then she can like, totally fall in love with your wily charms and wilyness.'
'That doesn't solve the problem,' argued Good Mark, 'She's clearly evil. If you kissed her she would still be evil.'
'Not if it was the kiss of purity and all things good and cleansing and stuff,' Rogue, But Still Good Mark crossed his arms, making his leather jacket look good. 'Go on.'
"Okay," Mark finally relinquished to Kat, in real time "But no funny business. Just one kiss and it'll be like the kiss of love and charity and stuff. Okay. I can do this." He hopped around in one spot.
And then, he leaned forward, slowly, and gently and looking suave and manly at the same time, stopped in front of Kat. "Here's to looking at you kid," he winked, manlyish, and then gave Kat the kiss of cleansing purity manly stuff.
In reality the only thing that happened post Mark's theoretical imagined kissing was he continued to hop on one spot, and then suddenly jerked forward only to trip over the tablecloth while still holding the Axe body spray. He went down almost immediately, but not before accidentally spraying everything in front of him. Accidentally.
Not uttering a word, she stood there, watching him hop about in place until --
-- he fell flat on her face, spraying the side of her clothes in the process. Waving the burst of air that came from the disgusting tin can in hand, Kat brought her hand to her face, almost gagging on the smell. "Oh my GOD! The smell is worse than I thought! Holy crap!" People actually wore this s**t? Well, apparently, Mark did.
Recovering, she knelt down to prod Mark as he lay on the floor before reaching into her pouch and puling out a Hershey's kiss, and placing it on the Death assistants cheek. "Heh heh~"
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:31 pm
"Time to get up Santa," America grinned, eyes going wide. "Go join the party." Turning her head a bit to glance at the other, she tried to convey the message that they were to menace the large man until he complied, using whatever means necessary. Looking back at Robert, she gave him a calculating stare.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:34 pm
Rep, still stuffing his face with cake and getting crumbs everywhere, spotted Shiloh and Ian across the room and muttered. "'ucking 'ags" Before having his attention drawn by the ruckus over by Robert.
Of course it was America's fault. Of course, she was the source of all ruckus lately, her and her ******** breakaway state in the basement.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:34 pm
"Yes," said Edgar, leaning forward just as America had. It was 500% less alluring. He moved to put one hand on each of Robert's knees and stared into his eyes, smiling a 'charming' smile that would inevitably convince him. " True royalty has arrived. Begone."
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:39 pm
America's request was not what he expected. She wanted him to join the party? Clearly she didn't understand how important his role in this institution was. He gave her a sympathetic smile, and leaned over to pat her shoulder. "I'm okay. This is my job! It's a Christmas party, America. Everyone deserves to make a wish to Santa on Christmas." He patted his knee. "What's yours?" Edgar, who was not as sympathetically smiled at, almost got a punch to the face. "Okay, true royalty needs to back off though. But for real." Dressed like that, he had no place near Robert. This was not going to turn into a repeat of the last party. It absolutely would not.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:42 pm
Harrison still had a handknit christmas unicorn sweater from last year, which he wore with considerable amounts of cheer.
He was feeling good, surprisingly, in part because he actually liked Christmas, and in large part because the Joy was heavy in the air. He felt pretty merry at the sight of mistletoe, too. And the traditional Christmas bats and yellow monsters.
Harrison gave Ian a smile as he stepped up to the wheel and gave it a whirl, picking up his prize with a whistle. He shook the box, was delighted to find it was full of mints, and popped a peppermint stick in his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:53 pm
Robert didn't seem to be getting the message. Pandora didn't mind.Without waiting for any prompting from America ( or Robert), the mist hunter took a seat on one of Robert's knees, and pulled Edgar up to join her. Even with both of them there, they still had room for at least one more. After shooting her partner in crime a wink and a slight jerk of the head to 'get over here', she finally gave the resident santa her full attention. "Well, when you put it like that..." she began, smiling unnervingly up at Robert.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:57 pm
Hopping up on the other side, America initiated what wasn't so much a kiss but rather a critical strike upon Robert's cheek, leaving a trail of <******** You-red carnage in its wake.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:59 pm
The other side of Robert's face received a comical, telltale imprint of a kiss in glittery pink.
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