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.

[It's extremely late and Arro is up high, like very high, and the wind is whipping all around him. He's probably sitting outside his apartment, and it may be best to not ask details since he lives at Skyloft in Nova City.]

Dear me, what a fruitful discussion, don't you think? Usually when I see anything having to do with Anonymous culture I expect little, but my; we've touched on existentialism, the theories of a soul... and of course~ Topics of a slight more base nature.

I certainly could do with another retouching on humanity, as you might recall my last entry had to do with that. Sadly I was forced into a rather abrupt vacation and by the time I returned; it seemed far too late to touch upon it again. My apologies as I was enjoying some of the feedback.

Now though; in addition to that, I might ask some of the mechanical life here just a simple question. What makes you, personally, feel alive? I did not participate in the rather...energetic discussion on the Anon post, but I am an advocate of mechanical beings having the same vital substance that a mortal does. Perhaps not all, but all of the few I have seen here.

[He attaches a link to his previous post and the anonymous discussion for reference.]

[Who knows where this mechanoid has been in recent weeks. Though his appearance on the screen certainly shows he has seen better days, with evidence of varying damage. But even with enough urgency to actually ask for help, he is still speaking with monotonous logic.]

I am Kunzite. Structural integrity of my armour has decreased to sixty-five percent and falling as a result of combat with monsters appearing late last month.

Due to the nature of the damage, I am requesting assistance.

I lack the necessary materials to continue self-repairs and am willing to part with money to compensate any who can assist me.

[With that out of the way, Kunzite makes his way around Nova City, checking maps for a suitable location that can repair his type of body and armour. All though it's proving difficult.

While in the middle of searching and trying not to make a scene, he unintentionally makes one as the mechanical joints in his knee pops and smokes, buckling out from under him.]

Running diagnostic. ... Complete. Critical damage to endoskeletal joint. Rerouting power from non-essential functions...

[Within a few seconds, the small plume of smoke coming from Kunzite's knee got smaller, and he rose back to his feet. Time is of the essence, so he calmly continues his search for repairs.

...But what about Dorothy? Even he isn't sure why he doesn't just come out and ask her directly.]

[One perk of being a mechanoid; not requiring food, drink or shelter. So this entire time, Kunzite has been on stand-by, watching the network and studying all the inhabitants who post to it.

However, today, he had an unscheduled day off. Sort of. Today, he'll be facing his greatest adversaries:

Children.

It doesn't really matter where he is at this point. Every once in awhile, a small group of small boys run up to him and express how cool he is and asking to play. Because he was programed with several modes, a Play Mode was certainly something he doesn't mind using. It kind of comes with the territory of being a mecha knight.

So here Kunzite was standing before a group of kids, a few boys playing heroes and a girl playing a princess while Kunzite gets the honor of being the villain. Does not compute, but he'll manage. The mechanoid had no toys, so he adds to the immersion by using Soma Vex, having his katars and bladed tentacles out.]

"Your reign of evil ends here, Dark Lord! Face the might of justice!"
"Negative, Hero. Probability of justice being dished out calculated at a minimal 12.57 percent."

[Hey, he tries.

Kunzite stepped forward and leaned out, controlling a Soma tentacle to thrust out quickly, but suddenly slows and gently swerves out of the way to give the "Hero" boy some room to dodge.]

"Ha, missed!"

[The boy hit Kunzite's robot tentacle with the wooden sword!]

"Damaged sustained. Status: critical. Soma Vex shutting down. Probability of evil schemes being thwarted increased to 100 percent."

[And Kunzite powers down his Soma, retracting the katars and tentacles. Next, the kids cheered and rushed in to playfully wail on the mechanoid's impervious armor. Then the kids cheered one last time, having been victorious in defeating the super big bad.]

"Sensors indicate Fun Ratio at 93 percent, well within acceptable ranges. Ending program. I will be returning to my predetermined matters."

[The kids waved good-bye to Kunzite and ran off to play something else. Kunzite went in the opposite direction of them, walking along and being on patrol. Hopefully no one saw him.]

System startup... Complete. Begin internal system diagnostic.

[A man decked in blue armor has awakened. A cold, dead stare not giving an iota of a damn.]

Complete. Detected damage to outer layer. All systems nominal. Soma operational. Error. Jet propulsion disabled. Repairs required.

Location: Unknown. Location of allies unknown. New primary objective: Locate and continue protection of "Kohaku." Proceeding with search and rescue.

[Kunzite drops his full weight into the water of the bay as he walked like a man on a mission out into the city. His cold, computing gaze shifts from left to right, taking in the sights and registering what he observed in his internal memory with incredible speed. It only took one passing glance.]

Error. City not on known charts.

[He soon finds and approaches the welcoming hologram. Kunzite proceeds with scanning the device.]

Subject identified. Name: Weiss Schnee. Assessment: Owner of Schnee Company, probable leader of city. Threat level: Unknown. New locations registered: Genessia City. Nova City. Fayren City. Attleton. Everglade.

[He got all that just by scanning the basics of the holo projector. Now he just listens to the explanation.]

Error. Transportation through dimensions not possible. Possible reference to "Spiria Link." Scanning... Complete. Location does not match known Spiria Nexus.

New secondary objective: Search "Weiss Schnee" for questioning.

[Kunzite finished his initial assessment of his surroundings and now has objectives. He can be found running in the direction of the Nova gate. The Mechaknight himself can be found in both Genessia and Nova.]