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]

[Not big on physical contact is a dream come true. Later on in a relationship he might object to it less, but in the beginning it's something he'd prefer to avoid an excess of. So far it seems like they might actually make a good match.

What she mentions next does give him pause. A first kiss may not mean much to Vulcans, but from what he's learned, it's a big deal to humans. Still, they are both aware that he was not his usual self, and ergo an apology would be illogical, so while it's knowledge that troubles him a little, it is nothing to lose sleep over. Sorry, Winter - your man doesn't get cultural norms.

Luckily for him, she doesn't seem to be holding that against him, and her proclamation that she is amicable to a date with him does leave him feeling a little less stressed. Though he had believed the chance to be minimal, the possibility that that would have been a deal breaker for her did exist. What's also destressing is the knowledge that they don't plan to wind up sleeping next to each other shirtless again.]

Those actions, while not unheard of, are rare. They occur for the most part in privacy only once the relationship becomes more intimate and very likely to last. To do so beforehand is entirely illogical. Celebrating a lasting relationship is not typically done. [His parents and his and Uhura's relationship being the exception - adding a human into the equation apparently necessitates it.] It should be noted that unlike the common human culture wherein it is expected to give a gift back when you receive one, the same is untrue for Vulcans.

[He has spent enough time around humans to learn that there are certain times when gift-giving is a thing that you're supposed to do, though, like Christmas. He's also aware of Valentine's Day and its connotations, but there's no use planning that far ahead just yet. Who knows what's going to happen before that?]

Which customs do you practice?

[Humans have so many cultures, and that's just from the places he's been. He has no idea what the norm is for that kind of stuff wherever Winter is from.]

[specialist_snowflake]

I don't.

[She isn't smiling, but there's definitely a little glimmer of humor in her eyes as she arches a brow.]

On Remnant, I had no desire for a relationship, and preferred to focus solely on my duties as a specialist. Therefore, I am not bound by traditions, and harbor no expectations.

[In other words, she's perfectly content to follow the Vulcan method, and might even prefer that. It seems more closely aligned with her natural behavior in any case. Finally she moves inside, and waits for him to do the same.]

I look forward to spending time together to become better acquainted. That would be my only concrete request.