Miracle on Luceti Street.

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! (Mostly.)
What: IT'S CHRISTMAS OR SOMETHING.
When: The 19th through the 25th. Feel free to backdate and forwarddate and everydate as you please.
Where: All over the village!
Summary: It's a wintertime jamboree. Go ice skating. Hand out gifts to those you love. (Or want to prank, as the case may be.) Deal with meddling, creepy elves. Kiss a lot of people. It'll be good. Except for the parts where it'll be awkward. But that's what we're here for, isn't it?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R, I imagine. If you need to play out sexytimes, please either fade to black and take it elsewhere or CLEARLY mark the thread in the subject line. (The former is preferable, but not strictly necessary.)


This is your event catch-all log! Sorry it's a bit late in going up. All you really need to do is mention in your subject line what date(s) it is, so folks know if they're dealing with mistletoe or not. Feel free to set up multiple scenarios, of course. Also, as always, tag your characters!

Here is your event info, and feel free to continue asking questions there if necessary. Now go and make merry!

Comments

[failguardian]

[Ion is acting much more immature than usual today. Does he have a really bad fever? Anise heard they could fry brains, all of which makes her even more worried.]

What's wrong? [She's adopting that tone she uses when she's speaking to younger kids. Must...resist...the...pout...!!!] You're acting pretty weird.

[distressedude]

I'm not... trying to act weird, but... [Nnn. Maybe he should just fess up? He's starting to worry Anise more with how strange he's acting, and maybe if she knew, she'd understand why going home is the last thing he wants to do.]

...can you keep a secret?

[failguardian]

[Oh boy, this sounds serious...She takes a step closer, unconsciously leaning in.]

Of course.

[She'll only tell it to Tear, she promises!]

[distressedude]

...you know how those elves have been asking people to do things, right?

[failguardian]

Yeah...?

[distressedude]

Well, one of them asked me to drink something. It tasted all right, and I didn't notice until I already had quite a bit, but...

[There's a far more dramatic than necessary pause here.]

...it had alcohol in it.

[failguardian]

[...Oh.]

[She giggles.]

That's all? I thought it was something more serious? [Putting her glove back on now.]

[distressedude]

You mean you're not upset?

[HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT THIS and kind of embarrassed. Drunk in front of the girl he loves? Totally a set-up for disaster in the making.]

[failguardian]

Why would I be? [It's not like she hasn't tried to sneak a taste of liquor.]

[distressedude]

Because I'm still underage! And I should have been more careful before drinking something when I didn't know what it was. And... I guess I just thought you'd be mad.

[He almost sounds disappointed.]

[failguardian]

[What is that disappointment does he want her to be mad? Too bad!!!]

You should have just told me instead of getting me all worried about whether you're sick or not!

[distressedude]

I thought you'd be worried either way... I'm always sick, so I don't see why you'd have to be worried about that. I always get better, after all.

[Somewhere in his mind, he's equated worry with caring. If Anise isn't worried, then it must be because she doesn't care -- and in his state of mind, that means she must not care about him!]

[WHICH MEANS HIS FEELINGS? THEY'RE HURT. Not that Anise would be able to know any of this, since it is drunk-logic and she's not a mind-reader. But drunk logic demands that Ion somehow thinks Anise should know all of this.]

[failguardian]

[Drunk logic can go do indecent things with itself!!!]

Well, of course I'm worried! What if you tripped because you're drunk or forgot your way home? But you don't really look like you're that drunk...

1/2

[distressedude]

[Omai.]



Oh, so you are worried about me.

[distressedude]

[Somehow this seems to appease him, and suddenly he's all smiles again!]

Actually, I was a lot worse earlier! I've been walking around trying to sober up. Though I don't know how well it's worked.

[failguardian]

[......]

[Man, that's one quick mood shift.]

Pretty good, kinda. Uh, how much did you have?

[distressedude]

I'm not sure how much alcohol it was all together, but it was two cartons worth of eggnog.

[Considering this is Ion we're talking about, it's a wonder he's conscious at all, really.]

[failguardian]

...How big were the cartons?

[distressedude]

...about the size of a carton of milk?

[The tall and skinny kind. But. Still. It's a wonder he didn't just get sick from that alone!]

[failguardian]

Whoa! That's a lot! Aren't you really full?

[distressedude]

Well, I suppose I was pretty full afterward, but that was around breakfast. It's... [Uhm. What time is it anyway? He hasn't been keeping track, what with all the wandering he's been doing after that incident with Kohan.]

[The sudden memory of which causes a little blush on his already-flushed face.] ...not breakfast anymore.

[failguardian]

No kidding. It's already past lunchtime!

[distressedude]

It's that late already? I must have really lost track of the time...

[And he thought he'd be a little better by now. Not a chance, sob.]

gah i'm really sorry i need to keep my notifs more organized

[failguardian]

You've been wandering out here alone for hours?!

/EATS YOUR NOTIFS B)

[distressedude]

I suppose so...

[He doesn't seem to register why this is a bad thing. It's a wonder his hands aren't icicles by now!]