holiday event

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

Bah RUMPAH Pum Pum

It's the end of the year, and Fagsona's throwing a grand, gay ol' holiday party! And boy, are they overdoing it. There's mistletoe everywhere, the spontaneous urge to break into carols, spiked eggnog, presents for everyone under a huge tree, and even someone in the corner over there dressed up like Santa, ready (even if unwilling) for anyone to come sit on their lap and spill out their deepest heart's desires! (Poor bugger, whoever that muse is.)

And believe me, with all that decoration and alcohol, you're definitely gonna spill.

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[byhonor.livejournal.com]

[They didn't have this particular kind of celebration in Terca Lumieres, and Flynn finds himself positively baffled by all the customs he doesn't know. For example, what is this curious white berry hanging from the doorway? He nudges it with the tip of his sheathed sword.

A bidding of luck for the entering and leaving, perhaps?

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Not quite, dear boy.

That there is mistletoe. Couples caught beneath it's leaves are expected to kiss.

[byhonor.livejournal.com]

[Caught unexpected by the explanation, Flynn flushes right up to the bottom tips of his ears.]

K-kiss?

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

O-oh my. There's no reason to blush, I assure you.

I believe you've got the wrong idea. Traditionally such exchanges are between a man and a lady.

Not the one you're used to.

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Bah humbug.

Adachi tucks himself into the shadow of a pillar. Jeez, what was with the over-the-top decorations? Even the Inaba precinct, with its tacky, backwards, country-bumpkin sense of taste didn't pull stunts like this. He leans back and gives a huff of annoyance when he has to brush tinsel out of his hair.]

Could've afforded to give us a bit more of a year-end bonus instead of wasting it all on this crap.

[porkyminch.livejournal.com]

So what you're really saying is "I'd rather ruin Christmas for others if I could get some extra cash in my pocket"?

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Adachi eyes the little brat, not sure what to make of this. He's off-duty, though, and he certainly has no moral obligations against the kid knocking himself out on eggnog laced with vodka.]

What I'm really saying, kid, is that they should've given us the bonuses and let them throw their own parties, like they're going to do anyway.

[porkyminch.livejournal.com]

How boooring.

Why do adults like you always have to sugar coat everything? Admit it, you really wanna destroy this place, don't you? You want everyone to stop having fun. You hate it.

[inabapd.livejournal.com]

Ugh.

I'll stick to beer. Thanks.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Make it two.

[Next to Dojima is... Santa? That voice emanating from that mighty snow-white beard, however, might be a bit too familiar.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Who is that disgruntled looking Santa in the corner? Why, it's none other than everyone's favorite country detective, Ryotaro Dojima.

Don't pay any attention to that beer in his hand. He needs it.]

How the hell did I... hic- shuddenly become Santa, anywho?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Don't complain, Dojima. At least you're not the one in the reindeer costume, nose and all. Adachi is currently trying to pull the offending red ball off his face, but it has to be glued on or something, because it's definitely not budging an inch. After a few gentle pulls, he gives it a yank, with similarly less-than-impressive results. The rebound makes him stumble into the side of Santa's snowy chair (cotton glued onto wood), and soon enough, Dojima may find a perky reindeer tail jabbing into his arm.]

Whoa! Ow!

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Hey, watch it, pal-

[After barely catching himself on a nearby table and preventing the chair from toppling over, Dojima quickly recognizes that ass clumsy posture, messy hair and whiny voice.]

...Adachi? That you?

1/2

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[At first, just this face. Maybe he's had a few eggnogs himself, or maybe that costume just really fits you, Dojima.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Then slowly, Adachi reaches out with a hoof and...lifts up that fluffy white beard. Okay. Confirmed.]

Dojima-san?! What are you doing in...

[A good look-over. Wow, he's even got stuffing around his belly.]

...That getup?

oh hi fagsona

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in a corner, sipping eggnog, one leg crossed over the other.

he is so Classy and totally Above all this Christmas nonsense can't you tell.]

Re: oh hi fagsona

[boysbejustice.livejournal.com]

Oops.

[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

One of the many mysteries of the universe, Bentley presumed, must be Light-up Christmas Vests. Not that it was particularly advanced, or even that fashionable, but given the occasion, something about it was just... special. The way the light on Rudolph's nose blinked in succession with the Christmas trees in the snow on the lower half of the vest brought a feeling of what one might call "Holiday Cheer."

Eggnog in hand (virgin, thank you), Bentley simply observed the ongoing party with his usual lopsided smile, tapping his foot to the tune of 'Baby, It's Cold Outside.'

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

Nothing was really virgin in this place except Bentley.

And probably Calibri, who was currently inspecting the refreshments table with thinly-disguised mistrust and the eggnog with some vague curiosity. Odd. Judging from the density coefficients of the liquid ingredients, it shouldn't have been so...thin. In fact, it should've been slightly more viscous. Curious indeed. He looked up to observe the effect of the poison mixture on people, and happened to spot the familiar doctor, keeping to himself in a corner.

Perfect. An easily approachable specimen.

With renewed purpose in his stride, Calibri approached. To those of weak will, it might have looked like the mighty lion ascending upon a small savannah animal for prey. The click of his steps seemed to say, Your fate is sealed in this very moment. "Doctor," he said, by means of greeting.

[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

Ow. That hurts, you know.

The doctor jumped, quickly whirling around approximately one-hundred and seventy-eight degrees before stopping face-to-face with Calibri - no less feared by Circle Seven than when he last saw the man. Bentley's eggnog sloshes dangerously close to the lip of his Holiday Red plastic cup, but manages not to spill. It'd be a shame to short out one of the festive lights on his vest, after all.

"A-ah, Calibri. Sneaky," he laughed. After a moment, the effect of the chemist's steps caught up, and a shudder shook Bentley's frame as if to say, Your fate is being sealed. Can you feel it? Huh?

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

In response, Calibri only raised one refined brow - the only indication of surprise on his face. Not a finger past that twitched. His eyes didn't even waver, but they did glance once at the cup in Bentley's hand, watching as the liquid, still strangely thin, sloshed around in the flimsy container. Judging by the slight residue left on the inner walls, Bentley had, at most, taken a sip or two. That was hardly enough empirical data to go on.

Disappointing.

He raised a hand, slowly, but rather than shooting spontaneous poison syringes out of the sleeve, he only pointed to the eggnog. "Do you not enjoy that, doctor? You're shivering."

[kobacake.livejournal.com]

BACK THE FUN BUS UP, YOU GUYS. DANNY GARAMOND IS IN THE HOUSE.
Alright, you can start the party now. Danny is here and he is looking fly as a motherfucker in his spectacular Christmas garb (http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee26/kobaxkoba/Scraps/yayxmas.png). Christmas was Danny's favorite time of the year--even if he was embarrassed to admit it and insisted on saying that it was for kids. Of course, he'd been looking forward to this party since before it was announced.

He was currently scoping out everyone's Christmas garb, trying to decide who had the most Christmas spirit. Hopefully people would live up to his holiday expectations.

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

Sorry. It's hard to say if Evan even noticed or recognized Danny. It's entirely plausible, after all, that he simply mistook the guy for another ill-decorated, synthetic, tackily-tinseled tree. That being said, it's completely unintentional when he bumps into Danny's arm on the way towards the center of the room, though he does quickly turn around afterward, an apologetic look on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-..."

A furrow of his brow. "...Say, aren't you...?"

That kid that Boss never talks about?

[kobacake.livejournal.com]

"HEY, watch it." Danny turned to frown at whoever ran into him, though since an apology came quicky enough, he figured he wouldn't let it dampen his excellent Christmas mood. Without really bothering to look at Evan's face, his eyes went straight for his attire, quickly judging Evan's holiday spirit. Evan looked pretty... normal. The scarf was red, but who knew if that was intentional or just a coincidence? Hmm.. Danny'd give it 2 points. (On a 10 point scale, with 10 being the highest, of course).

At Evan's question, he finally met eye contact and simply stated, "Danny. ... Sorry, I don't know you, though."

...Now that he got a good look, didn't this guy look kind of familiar? Why was it giving him weird unpleasant chills to look at him?

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

Thankfully more polite, Evan automatically extended a hand (his good one). He wasn't exactly spending the night making judgments about people's attire tonight, but Danny's did garner a second glance. It was certainly...unique. For now, however, he kept that thought to himself. "Evan Dominico. You're Boss' kid, aren't you?"