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

no problem!

[menial]

....And that person would be... your mom?

['Jeez. I just.. man, what is this.']

[ribbonbon]

If you can call her tha-

...uh...

[For the second time in one conversation, Pilouette realizes that she's say waaay more than she meant to, especially considering where the conversation has gone. Forcing a nervous kind of smile, she's going to do her best to salvage this.]

O-Oh...! Uh! Gee! I, um, didn't mean to like, be a total downer! I-If you want, you can just like, forget all of that!

[menial]

... How am I supposed to forget now? You might as well just come out with the whole thing at this point.

[ribbonbon]

[She hates to admit it, but he's right. She frowns a little bit, crossing her arms, her posture becoming a little more closed up.]

Like I was saying, I can't really call her my mom anymore. Not that I really want to, anyway. After my parents got divorced...well...

[She sighs. She doesn't really like dumping all this stuff all over someone like this, but since she already let part of it slip, well...]

She chose her job over me. I haven't seen her since then. Not that it matters, I guess. We weren't really close or anything.

[menial]

['...Ah, it's more like the awkward kind of secret, then.']

Sounds like it matters at least a bit to you.

[ribbonbon]

Not even.

[Well, that's a lie, of course, but...]

Like I said, we weren't like, close or anything. We like, don't even talk. And, um... S-sorry. I didn't mean to like, barf all that info at you or whatever.

[menial]

Well, if you say so. We all have to barf sometimes. Don't sweat it, Pauline.

[ribbonbon]

[So he's still going to call her Pauline? She lets out a little sigh, but...Pilouette supposes that it's okay. She smiles a little awkwardly, still kind of embarrassed about suddenly dumping all that on Kyon. Maybe he's a nicer guy than she thought.]

R-Right.

Well, um...th-thanks. For um...well. I should probably get going, though.

[She turns to go, giving him a quick, polite nod and a little wave.]

A-And um, Merry Christmas!

[menial]

Yeah, uh, you too.

['Well, I mean, I can't call her by a dead dog's name now, can I?

Weird.

Oh well, probably not the weirdest thing that's happened today.']