2017 Winter Holiday Party!

[sailor_v]

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.

Comments

[vulcanyounot]

[Oh, so that's how he wants to play it, huh?

Well crap, he's all out. At least he was, until Gale came over and just handed him his lot with a grin on his face. Spock isn't sure why he did it (he doesn't even know the man), but for once he isn't going to question it.

But if Dante wants to slow things down, he can do that.]

205.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante makes a rude gesture at Gale. Gale will owe him a beer later. Still, it's a good thing he's got plenty to spare.]

206.

[mouth_breather]

[Kirk, meanwhile, is smearing a hand over his mouth as he gapes in wide-mouth idiotic-grinning wonder. WOW SPOCK WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TESTOSTERONE! This is amazing! Why is Bones missing out on this?!]

[specialist_snowflake]

[A variety of emotions have been flickering over Winter's face, and it's become increasingly difficult to maintain her rigid militaristic stance on the stage. She glares at Spock when he mentions that he's already beaten her in combat, for that wasn't something she wanted made into public knowledge. But her harsh expression eases somewhat when he compliments her as a warrior.]

[And the bidding is ramping up. Her furrowed brows lift, and she shoots a quick glance at Weiss. Why is this happening? Certainly she doesn't mind her sister's assistance to Spock, since she at least knows his intentions aren't to humiliate her, but the more tickets that are lent out, the more bewildered she becomes.]

[She...she gave that edict to deter bidders, so no one would bother and she'd be allowed to return to her seat. What's going on?!]

[vulcanyounot]

[Spock, for once, is oblivious to the people around him and just continues to glare at Dante.]

207.

[alwaysimpaled]

[He makes a show of reaching into his sleeve and pulling out more tickets.]

208.

[vulcanyounot]

[Spock makes no show and just calmly pulls another one of the tickets Gale had shoved in his pocket out.]

209.

[alwaysimpaled]

[And like magic one ticket splits into two~!]

210!

ahahaha that icon

[vulcanyounot]

[Spock reaches in for a few more, counting them by the feel in his hand.]

214.

It's a favorite~

[alwaysimpaled]

[Picking up the pace, hmm? Alright then.]

220.

[vulcanyounot]

[Honestly? He's just grabbing blindly at his point. He has no idea how many tickets he'll grab each time.]

228.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante grins. Seems like he's got this guy frazzled. Maybe his gambling luck will finally turn around.]

230. Like to keep the numbers round.

[vulcanyounot]

[Just because he's gotten a little into it doesn't mean he's out yet!]

Very well. 250.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante will take that gamble.]

260.

[vulcanyounot]

[THEN HE'S A FOOL]

275.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Nobody ever said he was a smart man.]

280.

[vulcanyounot]

[If this is a battle of wits he's screwed then.]

290.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Wits were Vergil's thing. He just liked guns.]

300.

[vulcanyounot]

[How barbaric.

As of now, he only has the one ticket remaining.]

301.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante reaches into his sleeve, looking for more tickets before peering into his sleeve and shoving his arm in farther.]

Oh come on. I've got to have another ticket somewhere.

[And he continues to search his person, doing everything short of disrobing before finally giving up.]

One ticket. I can't fucking believe it was one ticket. ...Unless...

[The world seems to flicker for a moment before Dante sighs, a bright red handprint having appeared on his cheek that quickly fades away.]

...so much for that idea...

[specialist_snowflake]

[Winter's eyes shift back and forth between the two. It seems as if the bidding is complete, unless someone else somehow scrounges up a small army for more tickets. Which seems unlikely. Her heels come together as she keeps her hands neatly clasped behind her back to maintain her cool composure.]

[She's not glowering furiously at anyone, so it's probably a safe bet to assume she's satisfied with the results.]

[Even if internally, she's completely perplexed. What was that all about for either of them?]

[sailor_v]

Going once!

Going twice!

SOLD -- to Spock!

[vulcanyounot]

[Spock stands tall, eyes dark when he looks at Winter.

And then they widen just a fraction before he's able to suppress the reaction. What the hell had come over him back there? That behavior was extremely illogical and certainly not within the proper conduct of a Vulcan under normal circumstances, and it wasn't time yet for his pon farr (thank god), so his actions are extremely puzzling.

He stares at Winter for a moment longer before just turning and walking away. He needs to sort out whatever the hell that was before he speaks to her regarding his victory.]