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PRISON WORLD #2: Whoville
Characters: Ensemble cast, any/all characters of Xistentia!
Summary: With the help of D.E.S.T.I.N.Y, the Grinch crashes the Winter Wonderland Ball and steals Christmas! Along with quite a few refugees. Welcome to Whoville, your home for the holidays! Detailed plotting post is here, and latest announcement is here.
Date(s): 2 - 24 December
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.
Come one, come all, to the beautiful Winter Wonderland Ball! After the trials of war, F.A.T.E.S. has thrown a party to raise everyone's mood. The holidays are coming and it's time to celebrate!
There's snow outside, and the theme continues indoors. The gathering is non-denominational, with decorations combining several celebrations around the Multiverse, including Christmas, Hanukkah, and Diwali, and many others that you may not even recognise! If it's a winter festival on any world, it's represented here. Perhaps you can explain the significance of your own. Enjoy rice pudding, dradle games, henna tattoos, mistletoe, songs, storytelling, portraiture, and a variety of other traditions too, from cultures less familiar to contemporary Earth.
From a race of dwarves, there comes the lightbringing festival. Two partners, selected at random, get two torches they must carry outside and walk around the snowy building, keeping each other lit. Upon their return, they pass their torches onto a random person— or try again, if they failed. Those who succeed to bring the light back then write a wish on a tapestry hung in the center of the room. You'll notice a lot of people are wishing to return home and save their worlds.
Then there's the food. You'll find winter specialties from every culture represented. There are turkeys, chocolate, matzah bread, truffles, mulled wine, sweet meat, even Brussels sprouts. Find a table and eat your fill; there's plenty to go around.
The end of the night approaches. It's been a lovely occasion, full of food, drink and merriment. And gifts, of course. There's so many gifts! It's almost time to take them home. Of course, then the ceiling crashes in. An enormous, rocket-powered sleigh spins into the room, scattering glass, decorations, and dining tables everywhere. Food and drink spatters onto clothes, there are screams and shouts, and the flash of something hairy and green.
Flashes of electric light scatter all around, and the next thing you know, you're being pulled into the air. You're weightless, you can't tell which way is up and which is down, and your eyes are blinded with light. Then you're gone.
Those left behind will witness the sleigh and most of the room's occupants vanish in the blink of an eye. When they have time to take stock, they'll see that every present is gone - and as a final insult, the giant Christmas tree tips over and crashes to the floor.
Not such a Merry Christmas after all. . .
Those who were taken will pass out, completely unconscious, mid-trip. When you come to, you'll be aware of the cold, and the wind, and the snow, and did we mention the cold? You're inside a literal snowflake. It's freezing here. But aside from that. . .
The Grinch, a hairy, green monster who lives at the top of the mountain, has stolen all their presents, and stolen you as well. They explain that they are the Who, and that this is Whoville, their home. They'll direct you to the Whotel, an implausibly shaped and colourful building with plenty of rooms for you to stay.
As for the Grinch, he'll make himself known soon enough. Your daemons are with you - keep an eye on the Network. The mountain he lives on will be, in a word, inaccessible. The Grinch's allies, D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. have protected it with an impenetrable forcefield. Also, they've nullified your powers. That's right, kids! Have you ever wanted to be baseline human? Because you are now.
But it's not all bad! The Who are friendly and welcoming, if still sad. At least, at first. But not to fear - not even the Grinch can keep a good Who down. As days pass, you'll begin to see a change in mood amongst your new friends.
They'll start preparing again. Cooking again, writing cards again. It's like they're preparing for the holiday all over again! Your daemon will suggest that you help them out a little. If the Grinch was determined to ruin the holidays, then let's not let him! There's cooking to be done, songs to be sung, windows and chimneys to be repaired, mistletoe to be rehung!
And if charitable works don't interest you, why not explore Whoville itself! The whole place is a snowy wonderland. There's a frozen lake to skate on, a cinema to attend - filled with holiday-themed movies, of course - and a concert hall that's lying empty. Perhaps you could fill it again. Get the Who back into the spirit of the season.
Meanwhile, the Grinch will be walking among you. He'll try to stay hidden, but some of you will find him. He's trolling and tricking, generally trying to disrupt your efforts to make Christmas happen again. But he'll see what you're doing, and see that both you and the Who are happy even without the presents he stole. Perhaps that small heart of his might just grow. Only a Who would know.
On December 24, Christmas Eve, the Grinch's heart finally grows large enough that he brings his sleigh down from the mountain, breaking through D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s forcefield. With his Christmas spirit restored, he'll return everyone's gifts and bring them back to Xistentia the same way they came!
As before, the trip aboard the Grinch's sleigh will temporarily knock your character out. When they awake, any nullified powers will be restored. They'll retain full memories of their time in Whoville and will return to Xistentia in time to celebrate the holidays with the rest of their friends.
Summary: With the help of D.E.S.T.I.N.Y, the Grinch crashes the Winter Wonderland Ball and steals Christmas! Along with quite a few refugees. Welcome to Whoville, your home for the holidays! Detailed plotting post is here, and latest announcement is here.
Date(s): 2 - 24 December
Warnings/Notes: None, please mark your subject headers with content.
WHOVILLE PRISON WORLD
The day the Grinch stole Xistentia
WINTER WONDERLAND BALL
Come one, come all, to the beautiful Winter Wonderland Ball! After the trials of war, F.A.T.E.S. has thrown a party to raise everyone's mood. The holidays are coming and it's time to celebrate!
There's snow outside, and the theme continues indoors. The gathering is non-denominational, with decorations combining several celebrations around the Multiverse, including Christmas, Hanukkah, and Diwali, and many others that you may not even recognise! If it's a winter festival on any world, it's represented here. Perhaps you can explain the significance of your own. Enjoy rice pudding, dradle games, henna tattoos, mistletoe, songs, storytelling, portraiture, and a variety of other traditions too, from cultures less familiar to contemporary Earth.
From a race of dwarves, there comes the lightbringing festival. Two partners, selected at random, get two torches they must carry outside and walk around the snowy building, keeping each other lit. Upon their return, they pass their torches onto a random person— or try again, if they failed. Those who succeed to bring the light back then write a wish on a tapestry hung in the center of the room. You'll notice a lot of people are wishing to return home and save their worlds.
Then there's the food. You'll find winter specialties from every culture represented. There are turkeys, chocolate, matzah bread, truffles, mulled wine, sweet meat, even Brussels sprouts. Find a table and eat your fill; there's plenty to go around.
SECRET SANTA
 | The Ball is also refugees' opportunity to present their Secret Santa gifts! Leave your presents beneath the large Christmas tree in the middle of the room. There's a welcoming space there waiting for all your holiday cheer.
If you're participating, there'll also be a gift for you left here. Look out for your name! Maybe you'll finally find out who your Santa is, or perhaps they'll decide to remain anonymous. Have fun, kids! No one leaves without a present. |
INVASION OF THE GRINCH
The end of the night approaches. It's been a lovely occasion, full of food, drink and merriment. And gifts, of course. There's so many gifts! It's almost time to take them home. Of course, then the ceiling crashes in. An enormous, rocket-powered sleigh spins into the room, scattering glass, decorations, and dining tables everywhere. Food and drink spatters onto clothes, there are screams and shouts, and the flash of something hairy and green.
Flashes of electric light scatter all around, and the next thing you know, you're being pulled into the air. You're weightless, you can't tell which way is up and which is down, and your eyes are blinded with light. Then you're gone.
Those left behind will witness the sleigh and most of the room's occupants vanish in the blink of an eye. When they have time to take stock, they'll see that every present is gone - and as a final insult, the giant Christmas tree tips over and crashes to the floor.
Not such a Merry Christmas after all. . .
EVENT -
PRISON WORLD #2: WHOVILLE
Those who were taken will pass out, completely unconscious, mid-trip. When you come to, you'll be aware of the cold, and the wind, and the snow, and did we mention the cold? You're inside a literal snowflake. It's freezing here. But aside from that. . .
The Grinch, a hairy, green monster who lives at the top of the mountain, has stolen all their presents, and stolen you as well. They explain that they are the Who, and that this is Whoville, their home. They'll direct you to the Whotel, an implausibly shaped and colourful building with plenty of rooms for you to stay.
As for the Grinch, he'll make himself known soon enough. Your daemons are with you - keep an eye on the Network. The mountain he lives on will be, in a word, inaccessible. The Grinch's allies, D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. have protected it with an impenetrable forcefield. Also, they've nullified your powers. That's right, kids! Have you ever wanted to be baseline human? Because you are now.
LIFE IN WHOVILLE
But it's not all bad! The Who are friendly and welcoming, if still sad. At least, at first. But not to fear - not even the Grinch can keep a good Who down. As days pass, you'll begin to see a change in mood amongst your new friends.
They'll start preparing again. Cooking again, writing cards again. It's like they're preparing for the holiday all over again! Your daemon will suggest that you help them out a little. If the Grinch was determined to ruin the holidays, then let's not let him! There's cooking to be done, songs to be sung, windows and chimneys to be repaired, mistletoe to be rehung!
And if charitable works don't interest you, why not explore Whoville itself! The whole place is a snowy wonderland. There's a frozen lake to skate on, a cinema to attend - filled with holiday-themed movies, of course - and a concert hall that's lying empty. Perhaps you could fill it again. Get the Who back into the spirit of the season.
Meanwhile, the Grinch will be walking among you. He'll try to stay hidden, but some of you will find him. He's trolling and tricking, generally trying to disrupt your efforts to make Christmas happen again. But he'll see what you're doing, and see that both you and the Who are happy even without the presents he stole. Perhaps that small heart of his might just grow. Only a Who would know.
RETURN TO XISTENTIA
On December 24, Christmas Eve, the Grinch's heart finally grows large enough that he brings his sleigh down from the mountain, breaking through D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s forcefield. With his Christmas spirit restored, he'll return everyone's gifts and bring them back to Xistentia the same way they came!
As before, the trip aboard the Grinch's sleigh will temporarily knock your character out. When they awake, any nullified powers will be restored. They'll retain full memories of their time in Whoville and will return to Xistentia in time to celebrate the holidays with the rest of their friends.
Footnotes
- All kidnapped characters will have their powers nullified to baseline human level while in Whoville.
- Kidnapped characters will retain access to the Network and can contact characters left in Xistentia.
- All characters will return to Xistentia by 24 December - Christmas Eve.
- The plotting post for this event can be found here.
SECRET SANTA GIFTS
Characters may open their gifts immediately during the Winter Festival, but don't forget-- right afterward this, they will be stolen for several weeks, until both characters and parcels are returned to Xistentia on Christmas Eve, the 24th.
For Shane
For Clary Fray
She might have sworn a bit using the pliers to get the hooks in place, but luckily that had been the only thing she'd actually had to buy thanks to her own nature, and it hadn't been dificult to twist the cables into something she thought looked relatively appealing, leaving her with a necklace and pair of earrings that she placed in a small blue box with a scrawled 'Hope you like them! Happy holidays' stuck on top of the lid]
for rosalina!
under the tree for rosalina is a hand-painted ukulele - he wasn't sure what she played, and if she doesn't play one of these things then it can easily be hung up on her wall. it's unsigned, but the tag says, in carefully printed handwritten capitals: TO ROSALINA - HAPPY HOLIDAYS, FROM YOUR SECRET SANTA. )
For Ion
If he weren't so shy, he might go chat this Ion person up, but just the thought makes him want to hole himself up in his room for a week. And it's been hard enough to keep it together for Mandy, and at the masquerade...
All right, so something personally significant is out. The next best thing, he figures, is sweets, and Scottish shortbread is festive and only requires three ingredients, an oven and and a little creativity with a knife and fork.
The finished shortbread is transferred from the pan to a round biscuit tin, wrapped in forest green paper with a white ribbon tied around the middle, and tucked under the tree towards the front, where it won't be hidden by the larger packages.]
for haneul
Both gifts have been elegantly wrapped in some adorable paper with Haneul's name printed in neat letters at the top right corner and a shiny white bow on the opposite side.]
For Credence Barebone
For Dick Grayson
1 (one) ugly Christmas sweater that reads: “Don’t be a dick, Santa is watching” (the 'Darlene Alderson thinks she's funny' gift.)
1 (one) bag of various flavored chocolate truffles (the 'playing it safe, who doesn't like chocolate?' gift.)
1 (one) miniature fishnet wearing leg lamp a la A Christmas Story. (the 'practical' gift -- it's a working lamp, after all.)
2 (two) passes to FSociety Theaters (passes covers tickets & concession... which might seem like the cop-out gift coming from the person running the place.)
Along with a hand-written note that says only:
Merry Christmas, you filthy animal.]
For Joker
1 (one) handmade leather-bound notebook and ink pen.
1 (one) small well-sealed container of various meats, cheeses, and breads -- still rather fresh as it was the last thing Peter added.
1 (one) small device of his own making that when connected to a daemon will allow the user to create different laser light shows to any music of their choosing. ]
For Hunter
[ Enjoy! ]
For Mikaela
He'll be a troll about it, that's what. Find tagged with Mika's name: ]
For Aymeric
For Peter Parker
For Vanyel
1. a nice journal, with words of encouragement printed across the bottom of every other page.
2. hot cocoa mix in a jar, with layers of cocoa powder, chocolate chips, tiny marshmallows, and crushed peppermint (this, he did make himself.)
3. finally, a set of small wooden puzzles
and then he worries that it's either too much, or not enough, but he does add one last thing - a handwritten note that promises a handmade scarf next year. wait for it.]
For Shepard
for marcus.
for tony.
For Wyatt
for Thea
For Kurt!
for cain!
for amanda!
For Era Ra;
For Rafaello;
For Jace;
For Nico;
WRITE A WISH
Crimson Freeman | OTA
( Walking in a Winter Wonderland )
[ There is a lot about this world that is unsettling to Crimson. There's certainly a wide mix of universes and cultures that are represented and more than a few feel familiar that she's not all that prone to getting home sick -- more family sick. She's lucky to have her twin here, of course, but as she walks through the festival taking advantage of all sorts of treats and dressed in an outfit that's almost like a Christmas colored themed Kimono. Her hair is long braids down her back with two knots on the front sides of her head.
She's currently sipping some semblance of eggnog and wistfully remembering begging her parents to let her and Zane put brandy in their egg nog last Christmas.
Were they even alive? Well, being here is probably the best place to fight for that if everything they're being told is true.
You might find her there, looking forlorn or she might come up to and say hi. Crimson is always more than happy to make a new friend or deepen an acquaintance. ]
( Whoville )
[ Crimson hadn't been sure what to make of landing in Whoville originally. At least, Zane had been with her and they weren't separated again even if for a short time. But, the whole place was fantastical and despite not being sure that she really wanted to be there she couldn't help but be charmed by the Who and their buildings and the growing Christmas spirit as they stayed. Crimson was more than happy to join in with decorating and try her hand at cooking. If you see her cooking she's most likely failing and burning something and could probably use a hand.
If she's not helping the Who, she has made regular trips to the lake, enjoying skating either with others or alone. There was a peacefulness to it and her mind would wander over a thousand things. When she wants to get out of the cold, she heads to the cinema and settles in for the holiday films. She's more than willing to let people sit next to her, just as long as they don't talk too loud during the best parts! ]
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[ Will match formats! I'm up for anything else you might want to throw at me as well! ]
winter wonderland;
If that's not spiked already, I can definitely get you the good stuff.
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Darlene Alderson | OTA
[ Darlene remembers Christmas time in New York. Lights strung up everywhere, making the already blinding city even more of a shining beacon to passing planes. The rush of tourist coming to the big apple to visit family and friends, or to simply say that they were in the big city for some of the season. The throngs of shoppers that she had to fight through just to get >anywhere.
Needless to say, it wasn’t one of Darlene’s favorite times of the year.
But, partying has always been something that's relevant to her interests, even if it comes in the form of holiday-themed festivities — not to mention, she’s got a secret santa present to drop off, giving her all the more of a reason to attend the festive shindig.
Darlene spends most of the evening sticking close to the bar, sipping on various holiday-themed cocktails and indulging in the variety of foods that are laid out buffet-style for the party guests to enjoy. But as the night continues on, she ventures a little further from that spot; allowing herself to be henna tattooed by one of the various Xistentia residents, attempting to join in one of the many games that are being played (many of which have to be explained to her a few times before she catches on, thanks to her slightly sluggish, liquor hazed brain.), and possibly evening getting drunk enough to do a little Christmas carol karaoke.
(No promises that she’ll always be on key, though.) ]
[ It’s no surprise that Darlene Alderson doesn’t fit in with the rest of the folks of Whoville. They seem to be a perpetually happy sort of people — even in their slightly downtrodden state with Christmas hanging in the balance, they still seem infectiously chipper — and Darlene is likely the furthest thing from that.
Especially considering she’s now up to her calves in snow (which were only covered by a thin pair of black tights), freezing with nothing more than an oversized sweatshirt belonging to her brother to combat the chilly air, and without the drink she’d only just gotten before a hairy green monster snatched her up. ]
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
[ Darlene kicks a pile of snow frustratedly before starting to venture further into the oddly shaped and overly decorated town, arms crossed over her chest as she rubs at her arms in an attempt to warm herself up. ]
[ Darlene spends most of her time in Whoville at the small cinema, typically seated in the far back of the theater, complaining loudly about the movie selection and generally being a pain in her fellow moviegoer's asses.
When she’s not taking in cinematic masterpieces, however, she can be found wandering Whoville rather aimlessly. A bit boredly, even, the lack of most modern technology has her feeling out of place, disconnected in an age where she feels like she’s always plugged into something.
A cell phone, a laptop, a daemon. Now there’s nothing. An empty space. A something that’s missing. But, in a true Darlene fashion, she pushes it down and hides it under a resting bitch face, snarky and borderline rude commentary, and a brick wall of a somewhat abrasive personality. ]
got something else up your sleeve? throw it my way, or give me a ping at
Whoville problems
"Hey... I see you got kidnapped as well here..." The man trying to make small talk with the woman." "In my opinion, the happiness is creepy."
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ball!!!
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Elliot Alderson | OTA
( Skulking in a Winter Wonderland )
[ One would think that Christmas would be the time that Elliot might actually wear something other than all back but he's there in full black with his hoodie pulled over his head. His hands are buried deep in his pockets as he walks among the festivities. He stops for drinks now and then but otherwise he's not particularly getting involved and while he's not the proverbial scrooge he also clearly isn't in the Christmas spirit. Once again, Darlene had pushed him into going with the help of his daemon being insistent. The two of them had worn him down.
Now that he was there, of course, Darlene was drunk and off doing Darlene things (stealing, fucking? who knows which, he doesn't keep track).
Feel free to come up to him and attempt to chat. He's skittish and probably looks suspicious but he's mostly harmless. ]
( Whoville )
[ Charity is not Elliot's thing an the Who are far too uncomfortably friendly and constantly nice. They made him uneasy and so he spent as much time as he could away from them despite the fact it would probably be warmer not to walk around outdoors for long hours.
He most often spends time at the movie theater. He doesn't know how many times he's seen A Christmas Story, which he is convinced is the worst Christmas movie of all time by the third round of it. There's not particularly any good Christmas movies but he supposed that there's no point in complaining about it.
So, if you wonder into the theater you'll find Elliot in the back row in a corner. His knees pulled up to his chest or alternatively stretched out over the back of the seat in front of him.
Almost always he's smoking -- which is probably against the rules but who's going to stop him? ]
( Closed to Darlene )
[ This is definitely a psychotic break. That was the Grinch, a huge hairy Scrooge McDuck monster. They'd watched the grinch cartoon countless times when they were younger but he can't imagine why he'd be hallucinating that of all things -- even if it's Christmastime. His heart is racing as he starts to search out Darlene. It wasn't just him that was starting to panic -- which is confusing him even further. ]
Darlene?!
[ Then it happens, the weightlessness, the cold growing and then nothing.
When Elliot wakes up again, he's still cold and his head is aching. He rubs his forehead and looks around. What the fuck? ]
Darlene? [ He tries again. ]
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[ Will match formats! I'm up for anything else you might want to throw at me as well! ]
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Or ghost of Christmas present? One of them, anyway.
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y u do dis to me
its wat i do
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October Daye | OTA
["What changed?"
"I fell in love."
Those words. Those damn words. Toby wants to just remember Tybalt yelling at her to 'fight first, argue later', but those words won't stop rattling around in her skull. Not when she can still taste pennyroyal and musk in her mouth. Why, why did he have to be such a damn cat and spring that on her at the worst damn time.
He'd been right though--that was the really crappy thing. They were never going to have a good time. No, she was never going to have a good time. And this was proof of it. A man had waited years for her, watched her love and lose someone else, and almost the moment he'd decided he'd had enough she fell through the fucking world.
Which was why Toby--who didn't like parties under the best circumstances--is pressed as close to the wall as can be, just watching everything. Taking in the smells of the people around her trying to catalogue them even though most of them are unrecognizable even to that strange part of her brain that knows the names of flowers she's never seen. She's wearing her human disguise out of habit, but she hasn't even bothered to change out of her dirty clothes. She's trying to tell herself that because this isn't court, she doesn't need to put in the effort since no one's going to sneer. But mostly it's because that would have mean taking off her jacket and letting go of the old traces of Tybalt's magic in the leather, warmer and softer than the sharp tang in her mouth, and Maeve's bones, how had she not seen it before.
She hadn't wanted to, that was how. Like how she didn't want to listen to the thing that was like a rosegoblin and April and also nothing faerie had ever known.]
"You should eat!" [the thing that looks like a cat had relations with a rosebush chirps from the perch on her shoulder.] "At least a cookie!"
"You sound like May," [she snarls. And that sends another wave of pain through her as she thought of the girl who had chosen to wear her face to usher her to death only to become her sister.
She let outs a shuddering breath, shoving off the wall.] "Fine. But if I get poisoned again, I'm blaming you."
[Which is how there comes to be a tired looking woman in a leather jacket and dirty jeans elbowing through the groups of people to the food]
Whoville
[The first thing Toby does when she comes to is swear.]
"Maeve's tits!" [She breathes, shoving herself up--and regretting it, as she got her palms wet and cold. Sure, she'd been on the Shadow Roads not that long ago, and they were so cold they burned. But that didn't last, and the Shadow Roads at least had the fucking decency to be dry, when she wasn't bleeding.
The second thing she does as she stands is reach up, huffing when she feels the point of her ear sticking out from beneath her hair. Right. Illusions broken. Not surprising, especially if she's been out more than a couple hours.]
"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketfull of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie," [she singsongs under her breath, sounding nearly bored as she willed her human disguise to weave itself in the air and settle over her face.
But there's no burst of cut grass and copper in the air, and when Toby lifts her hand her ear is still pointed.
She swallows, shaking her head. She'ss just tired, that's it. Of course.] "When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. Wasn't that a dainty dish, to set before a king!" [she says, with a bit more force, willing the magic to listen to her and bend to the shape she wanted, letting herself be angry to make it strong.
Still nothing.]
"Root and branch and oak and fucking ash!" [She growls, tearing a hand through her hair, hardly realizing that for all that she's trying to mask herself her anger--which usually helped--is just going to draw attention to even faster.]
Wildcard
[want a grumpy changeling somewhere else? Hit me up at
winter wonderland;
[ The first step to success is failure, after all. You have to keep trying, etc. This fish is an optimist. ]
Are you new here, by the way? I don't believe we've met!
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Ned Leeds | OTA
( Winter Wonderland )
[ The best thing about the holidays is the food. Ned can almost distract himself from the fact that he's really quite homesick during this time. He misses his family. He even misses Peter's Aunt May. She was always awesome to him too. You'd think that being away from all the responsible adults that you knew would be fun but it was almost too boring without school and without family. At least he had Peter, right?
Where was Peter anyway...
When he's not around Peter he's checking out all the different types of food. ]
What next? [ He ponders at some point, undecided. ]
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[ Will match formats! I'm up for anything else you might want to throw at me as well! ]
winter wonderland;
The hot pepper poppers are rather good, if I might make a suggestion. But it depends on your tastes. I'm more a fan of sweet than spicy myself, so no worries if your palate might lean the same.
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Zane Freeman | OTA
[ zane recognizes most of the holiday decorations, they're reminiscent of the ones from his own world -- a sentiment that he's yet to wrap his head around. different worlds. different universes all converging in one place, and he just so happened to be one of the chosen few plucked from one.
(thankfully so had his other half. it would have otherwise been a strange sensation to feel someone's presence even when they weren't there, but such a thing had always been prevalent in zane's life. not feeling crimson’s presence would have been strange to him.)
and as odd of a sensation it is to recognize things in a completely unfamiliar place, it doesn't deter him from partaking in them; browsing the cakes and other treats carefully trying each one in an attempt to find his favorite of the bunch, allowing both of his hands to be intricately decorated with henna ink, having one of the various artists draw a caricature of him, and even indulging in a glass of the classic holiday treat -- eggnog.
(spiked with copious amounts of liquor, of course. how else does one get through holiday events like these?)
where ever you happen to stumble upon zane, though, it's likely that he'll be quick to strike up a conversation -- whether it be about the repeating playlist of holiday tunes, or whatever odd thought has just passed through his brain.
It's always a surprise with this guy. ]
[ zane doesn’t remember signing up for any kind of winter olympics torch-bearing ceremony, but somehow he still finds his name being called out, paired together with someone he’s yet to have the pleasure of meeting — which, honestly, covers a good amount of people at the festival itself, he’s yet to make his rounds mingling with the friendly folks of Xistentia. — and thrust into the cold weather outside.
(not at all properly dressed for such a task either, a baggy and loosely knit sweater hanging off one shoulder and a pair of skinny leather pants did very little to combat the elements.)
the whole thing doesn’t make sense, but he’s found that most ritual traditions usually don’t. trudging around the building in the snow with a complete stranger trying to keep a flame from burning out. zane is sure there’s some age-old tale that goes hand-in-hand with all of this, but no one has seemed to inform him of it yet.
or perhaps he hadn't been listening when they did.
and so, with that thought still in mind (really, he’ll take any thought at this point, it’s better than focusing on the cold weather.), he turns his head to look at his partner as they trudge through the snow. ]
I don’t yet understand what making laps in the snow has to do with successful wish-granting. Did I miss the story time where that was explained?
[ the first thing that zane notices (aside from just how Extra Christmas this place happens to be.) is that something inside of him is >off, like there are connections inside of his brain that should be linking up, but something is stopping them, as though they are just out of his reach.
it doesn’t take very long for zane to realize that his typical abilities are now gone and it takes even less time for a quick panic to settle in.
the people of whoville are quick to help, though! leading him to the whotel and a room that they tell is specifically just for him, filling him with all the treats and food that his heart could desire, and encouraging him to simply ask if he needed anything more.
it isn’t long before zane is out and about, mingling with the friendly Who, lending a hand with decorations whenever someone stops to ask him for help, catching one of the many holiday films at the cinema, or simply just walking around enjoying the winter weather. (maybe even building a snowman.)
it’s a welcomed change from the warm and sunny weather of california that he’s used to. ]
[ he’d taken some of her clothes for this event — something that shouldn’t even surprise crimson anymore, for as far back as zane could remember himself, he’d been rifling through his twin’s dresser looking for pieces to complete his various outfits.
(share and share alike was just a common theme in their lives, it almost seemed more so than with just a pair of normal siblings.)
but now that the twins had found themselves no longer at the extravagant ballroom, but in some entirely new world of curvy architecture, bright colors, and extremely friendly townsfolk, the knit sweater that hangs off his shoulders and faux leather pants aren’t doing very much to keep him warm. ]
I didn’t bring a jacket. [ he points out the obvious, hands rubbing over his forearms in an attempt to warm himself up. ] I suppose that wasn’t meant to happen, don’t you?
[ he means the whole hairy green fella and the sudden transport to this winter wonderland. ]
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That's a cute resemblance to yourself! Was that your idea or theirs?
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Leo Valdez | OTA
( Winter Stupidland )
[ Ever since the weather started to shift to be more wintery, Leo had wanted to go out less and less. He didn't like the cold and he definitely doesn't like snow -- it always reminds him of Khione (that crazy, beautiful, mean snow princess, ugh). So, he's a little less cheerful and loud than he might be as he wanders around.
He indulges in more than a few treats and drinks before he stops at the henna area. He tilts his head and just watches a little, thinking about getting one himself. You could also find him listening to some of the performances around and if he knows you rest assured he's going to wave and come up for a chat. ]
( Whostupid Cold )
[ If he thought it had been cold back in Xistentia, he didn't know what cold was (okay yeah he did because past experiences but...). The last thing he wanted to do once they were there was go out into the cold outdoors. But, once the Who began to prepare for Christmas again he does find a way to lend a hand.
You'll find him indoors, working on various items, fixing things, creating things presents or tools or what not to help the Who. If you need assistance fixing something or acquiring a tool? Leo's your man! ]
( Closed to Peter )
[ Leo is still a bit conflicted about the drunken kiss that had happened Halloween and the not so drunken kisses that had happened periodically ever since. After all, he still loves Calypso, he still had promised to rescue her from Ogygia. But he also couldn't deny that there's something there with Peter, which is new, because Leo's pretty sure he isn't gay. He's not gay. He guesses that this means he's bi, but he hasn't really talked to anyone about that.
He hasn't told Peter about Calypso either but were he and Calypso an official thing? It's all about confusing and muddled and this place seemed to go by a whole different set of rules on top of it all.
But now, they're at this winter party thing and there's a mistletoe. Leo's not a big fan of winter or snow or the cold but he is staying warm just by his nature. He looks up at the mistletoe and then grins at Peter. ]
Did you lead me here on purpose, nerd?
( Wildcard )
[ Will match formats! I'm up for anything else you might want to throw at me as well! ]
slightly wildcard I suppose yeti.jpg
[ Asks the man, wearing a single layer of a thin long-sleeved shirt (blue, naturally) and a pair of surprisingly casual pants. No armor today, though he had almost chosen it. In the end, Era convinced him that this was a less than formal affair and he would blend in better if he chose more comfortable attire.
Also, excuse him as he perhaps fathers this teen a little. He doesn't know what compels him to, but he does. ]
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the one that's mine 83
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Arthur Stuart | Whoville Shenanigans!
[It's not that Arthur's never seen snow before--they got a fair amount of it in Manchester, and a little in London, one early morning on a rooftop standing out in particular clarity in his memory. But, alright, maybe for the party he'd been more focused on how everything looked on him than whether it was appropriate for the chilly weather. But who would have worn a coat inside in the first place?
The end result is that he's shivering violently as soon as he wakes up, soaked through with icy melting water. His shirt is silk and shimmery, a bright crimson that paired well with his emerald green suit, but while festive they do nothing to keep the chilly wind from cutting through to his bones. His platform boots are also rather stupid for trekking through snow drifts, and by the time he encounters one of those strange-looking folks in the strange little town and they direct him towards a building, he's just happy to get out of the cold.
It takes a while buried under a veritable mountain of blankets for Arthur to warm up, and longer for his clothes to dry, but eventually he makes his way back to the common area of the building. His clothes are still too thin for the climate, but at least inside he doesn't have to worry about freezing to death, and he's starting to feel the insistent ache behind his temples that tells him he needs to have a cup of coffee, soon.]
B. Holiday Spirit! | baking shenanigans
[So, poor Ion, whoever that is, no longer has the lovingly baked Scottish shortbread that Arthur had made Mandy taste-test for him. It's irritating, but since there's nothing he can do about it, he rolls up his sleeves and asks one of their hosts for directions to a kitchen.
Two hours later, he's elbow-deep in gingerbread dough, with shortbread biscuits baking in one oven and cinnamon-sugar rolls in another. His hair is tied out of his face with his favorite scarf as a headband, and he seems deeply absorbed in his work.]
C. Ice Skating
[It takes about four hours on the second day before the endless, blithe cheerfulness, the overwhelming and all-encompassing childlike innocence of abso-bloody-lutely everything, starts to make Arthur feel like he's going to go mad.
If nothing else, the cold wakes him up. It's for lack of anything else to do, and a desire to do something that will keep his mind occupied and distracted from its ruminations, that he ends up at the lake. He's skated a few times before with his family, but after the abrupt, ugly severing of contact with them, he'd never felt a particular urge to do it again and nobody had ever really offered anyway.
He forgets, though, how awkward he is on his feet, and barely makes it a meter before he ends up on his arse. This continues for a while until he gets used to the forward movement, the speed of the blades under him--
And then he starts going too fast, and realizes he doesn't actually remember how to stop. Windmilling his arms frantically, he calls out to the figure rapidly approaching his trajectory, even as he tries to swerve and loses control of his left foot.]
Watch out--!
baking!
If she were being honest with herself, she'd admit it's the fact she's been abducted and some part of her is on the lookout for a blind man with antlers coming to take her away again. But she's not honest with herself most of the time, so she's just going to say that she's a San Francisco girl and this is way too much snow.
But to her credit, she's not just sitting around grumbling, or standing off to the side looking for who she needs to punch to get back. Right now she's actually looking for food, and maybe she's smiling a little as the scent of baking takes her back to the few golden days of her childhood, remembering sneaking cookies with Carrie at every solstice ball. She only blinks a little when she sees someone she's pretty sure is totally human there--but she can't be totally sure, maybe he's a quarter blood like...like her daughter, and she has to cast that thought away quickly before it leads to the fact she missed every Christmas Gillian would have remembered. She forces a smile, trying to sound more like May than herself]
Uh, hi! Sorry, couldn't help seeing where that really awesome smell was coming from. [she unconsciously shoves her hair back, revealing one pointed ear--but she doesn't even curse when she realizes it, because after what Amandine did anyone who even gives her half critical look would see that her eyes are too pale and her cheek bones far too sharp to be anything human]
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kurt wagner [nightcrawler] ❧ ota
[This Winterland Ball seems just as — if not more than — festive as the Halloween party before it. And admittedly, finding something to wear had been far easier than the former holiday.
Perhaps, you see him listening to the story-tellers, bright-eyed and altruistically enthralled by each tail or happen to hear him attempting to sing carols. He's curious about the henna art; not quite bold enough to step forward and ask for anything to be done, though. For personal reasons, he might say offhandedly. It's his only response before he goes right back to watching.
Wherever you encounter him, he's almost always got a bright, cheerful demeanor. The moment it might change is if you get lucky and catch him dipping beneath the mistletoe, face flushed as he attempts to avoid the sprig because yes, he knows.]
and presents under the tree (lightbringing)
[During this ceremony, Kurt will do all that he can to keep the torch from going out. He sticks as close to his partner as he's allowed, knowing that he still has to respect boundaries, since whoever might be helping him could be a stranger.
He peers up from the cover of his hood and gently shakes his head, lowering the scarf he'd been using to protect the lower half of his face to speak easier.]
What do you make of this tradition?
christmas eve will find me where the love light gleams (whoville)
[At the beginning of the capture, he'd been seething with irritation, both at having been kidnapped and the fact that his powers seem to be inaccessible in this new world. Still, as time goes on and he, along with his fellow captives are roomed in the (w)hotel, he begins to focus less on his anger, more on what they can do to get them home.
That, and seeing the way the town comes together, regardless of their lack of gifts brings about the idea of appreciating what they have right now.
So, vigor and determination renewed, he joins in with the decorating, writing, and cooking. Wandering about Whoville afterward to attend some movies, go ice-skating or even check out the concert hall. He may not be able to make music or sing, but he's there to cheer people on if they decide to do so!]
i'll be home christmas if only in my dreams (wildcard)
[ooc: something not tickle your fancy in the prompts? hit this up!]
winter wonderland;
Hey, dude, [ she greets, smiling wide. ] You got a date tonight, or what? Do I gotta' hook you up?
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but rosie *why*
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Peter Parker | OTA
[ If Peter has noticed one thing about Xistentia, it’s that F.A.T.E.S. really enjoys partying. Not that he has any real complaints about that, he’s more than happy to join in the festivities and mingle amongst the locals.
It wasn’t as though he did all that much partying back in his own world. Peter Parker wasn’t exactly at the top of the invite list for most things. He and Ned both lingered near the bottom of that list, to be quite honest.
So, in his most festive ugly Christmas sweater and Santa hat, Peter dives headfirst into as many of the activities as he can; piling plates high with different foods and desserts to shovel into his mouth, playing various holiday themed games, maybe even attempting to dance along to the music playing (which, isn’t very danceable, but that doesn’t seem to stop him.), and every now and then going to take a few curious peeks at the wishes of others.
He’s a friendly and talkative kid, so don’t be surprised if striking up a conversation with him becomes anything but a quick chat. ]
[ Peter had heard about these different worlds before. Just before he had found himself in Xistentia, someone had told him of a world that was similar to his own that many of the others had visited.
But this place? This place doesn’t look at all familiar to him — which bursts Peter’s tiny and brief bubble of hope that somehow there was a way back to somewhere similar to his own home.
That’s not to say that Peter isn’t curious, though. Once he gains his bearings, he makes his way into the rather festive town. Lights are being rehung from nearly every curvy and somewhat nonsensical shaped home, tinsel sparkles and twinkles as the who go about redecorating.
(And after a few conversations with them, he realizes that the same green guy from the party is the culprit here. The Grinch, they call him.)
Peter more than happily lends a hand in the decorating, helping out the Who as much as he can — and in kind, happily accepts their gratitude in the form of food. — he can always use a few extra hands, why not come join him? ]
[ Peter should probably be a little more concerned about the fact that he’s been once again ripped from the world that they've come to know and dropped into an entirely new one.
But, the moment that he lands in Whoville, with his best friend and partner in
sciencecrime right along with him, the sixteen-year-old can’t help but feel a sudden rush of excitement.Snow. Snow Everywhere.
And not like the slushy, dirty stuff that begins to accumulate on the sidewalks in Queens as people continue about their days — there seemed to be nothing that kept New Yorkers down, be it an alien invasion or a snowstorm. ]
Whoa.
[ It’s all Peter manages to get out before he’s scooping up a handful of snow — in his bare hands, the icy chill of it be damned! — molding it quickly into the best snowball that he can and chucking it directly at Ned. ]
Think fast, Ned!
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Hey!
[ He reaches down to pack his own snowball and lobs it at Peter. Getting into a snow fight with Spiderman was definitely a recipe for defeat but Ned never cared that much about winning when it came to Peter, the winning only mattered when they were on the same team after all! ]