genessia | 2017 Winter Holiday Party!

WHO: OPEN TO ALL!
WHAT: Holiday party! Date auction! Shenanigans.
WHEN: December 15th, 2017 - Evening
WHERE: Fairy Tale HQ - Fayren
NOTES: The auction and the kissing contest are time sensitive! Bids close and the last kiss will be accepted on Friday, December 22nd, at midnight PST!

Fayren didn't have electricity, but it had something even better.

MAGIC!

There were twinkling colored lights that burned, flickered, and floated in an ethereal way, enchanting the building in a way that fluorescent lights never could. Branches of evergreen were hung here and there to give the air a fresh pine scent. There were also pinecones doused with cinnamon and nutmeg near the doorways.

Except near the kitchens, because the food smells were more than enough to entice the senses. There were mini-sausages swimming in a thick and spicy sauce, sweet and tangy meatballs on toothpicks, vegetables and dip, bite-sized cream puffs, iced sugar cookies, cheese and crackers, mulled cider, and eggnog in alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties.

The main room, expansive as it was, had plenty of room for music, dancing, and mingling. There were some tables and several chairs set up, and a small stage where musicians were welcome to perform to their heart's content. To the side was an even smaller stage where a sprig of mistletoe was suspended on a loop of scarlet ribbon, with a sign that reads: "Test Your Passion! Win This Arcade Game!" And next to that was a full-sized arcade game version of Alley Brawlers. Might be worth checking out!

But there were more games than that, and more than a few maps set up on easels of the headquarters and where to go to play certain games. A single lane bowling alley (with manual set-up of the pins), a "fishing" booth where people toss a clothespin on a fishing line over a curtain to have a little prize attached by someone hidden on the other side, a ring toss for cans of soda, a cake walk (with full-sized cakes for the winners and cupcakes for the losers), ornament decorating, pin-the-tail-on-the-unicorn, face painting, a pool of rubber ducks with numbers corresponding to prizes on the bottom, goldfish scooping... Almost anything one would find at a carnival was sure to be found here.

As for the auction? Step right up, right past the gauzy white curtains into a big room lit with twinkling golden lights. Anyone was welcome to come in, but if someone wanted to participate as a bidder, they'd have to make a donation at the door. In return, each donor would receive a packet of 100 red tickets with the same number assigned to the bidder name: one roll of tickets with 101 for the first donor, a roll of tickets with 102 for the second donor, and so on.

Cookies and punch were available in this room, with several tables and chairs set up before a large stage with a microphone. Along the wall was a line of clear plastic boxes, with slots on top, set in front of each auction date's face. A card that indicated the name of each person, their age, and a brief description of what they were all about was pasted onto the front of the boxes. People were welcome to look at the line-up if they wanted, or even use some of their tickets prematurely if they wanted, as they were clearly for a drawing. Until the auction starts, soft piano music plays from a stereo running on batteries.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You might be looking at this man and thinking to yourself 'Wow, he's easy on the eyes AND got great posture.' But that's just scratching the surface of the complex science lover standing before you. Spock is highly intelligent, rational, and can keep an even temper in even the most stressful of situations. He's not just some wimpy book nerd either -- he excels at hand to hand combat, even though he prefers to act only in defense. Spock is a vegetarian and enjoys reading, meditation, and challenges that test his intellectual muscles. Above all else, he's a loyal and good friend who won't let you down.

[Kirk had told Spock to meet him at the Fairy Tale Headquarters with no explanation. He'd tried to ask for more details, but Kirk had just brushed him off with the ol' "Don't worry, I'll explain once we get there." He'd run through hundreds of possibilites in his head, but a date auction? That had never occured to him.

He stares at Minako when she announces his name, not even processing the description while he tried to ascertain if this was Kirk "pulling a fast one" on him, but a glance a the row of boxes she had mentioned indeed has his picture up next to his captain's. He turns his head to face Kirk, a very unamused expression on his face. He knows.

Unfortunately for the Vulcan, this is a charity event, so he can't just leave. Besides, even if he tried to, he's sure Kirk would somehow convince him to stay just like he had at the Halloween party. He's left with no choice but to turn his head back to the masses, face stoic as ever, and count the minutes until this whole ordeal is over and done with.]

[After everything the two of them experienced during the butterfly mask plague, Winter certainly had no intentions of dating the Vulcan until she had plenty of time to think things over, get used to them, and think about them some more. Bidding on him at a date auction is out of the question.]

[...However.]

[It seems more than obvious that this description was not a self-submission. His tells are subtle, but easy enough to see that he looks less than pleased with his situation. Winter shifts, leaning forward in her seat enough to catch his eye. Once their gazes meet, she lifts one of her brows, silently questioning. Does he need her to put down a bid? They ARE friends, she's confident of that much at least. And as friends, he would not be obligated to go on a date if the very notion brings him so much discomfort.]

[Spock's gaze makes its way around the room, trying to determine who his likely bidders are, if any. If he's being quite honest he'd much prefer that no one bids so he can just go on his merry way of punching Kirk in the face.

He's not expecting the questioning look from Winter, of all people. He was sure that it would be some time before they considered opening that book again. He's not sure if he's ready after the way he acted, but he's certainly not adverse to the notion. Besides, she's the person in the room he'd most like to date.

He holds his head still, eyes locked on hers for a moment as he processes it before he gives the slightest of nods. Should she choose to bid enough to win, he would agree to take her out on a date.]

[That settles it, then. Winter primly raises her hand, displaying the tickets she's fanned out.]

Fifty tickets.

[The rest she'll reserve depending on whether or not someone he doesn't like puts tickets into his raffle box.]

Going once!

Going twice!

SOLD -- to Winter Schnee!

Relax my good friend! Put on a good show, for someone is sure to bid on you! You look very dashing out there! You can do this, I believe in you!

[waving to him from the crowd!]

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Honestly, he would prefer no one bid on him; he has much more important things to work on. He should be prepping for the big experiment tomorrow. He had hoped to run another trial on some Vulcan tissue he had cultivated, but thanks to this whole mess he won't be able to.

Still, what is he supposed to say to that? There are no words.

So he just stares at the... shark thing and raises an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the hell it was going on about.]

2017 Winter Holiday Party!

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