NEW YEARS EVE FESTIVAL LOG (WOW GUYS, THIS TOTALLY ISN'T LATE OR ANYTHING...)

[asgardmods]

Who: Everyone!
What: New Years Eve! WUTWUT.
When: Err...New Years Eve. Wut...wut? (December 31st, Day 14, etc.)
Where: The Castle Plaza
Rating: Worksafe. If this changes, PLEASE INFORM THE MODS.

[Look down. Now back up! Where are you? You're in the Castle Plaza, with the Gods your Gods could God like.

[Lively, pleasant music hangs in the air around you as fireworks explode in the sky above. There is a tempting aroma teasing at your nostrils. Where is it coming from? Those long tables at the center of the plaza, overflowing with food you love. Craving anything from home? You'll be sure to find it there.

[Look around you. What do you see? Carnival games. Hundreds of Carnival games, including a dunk tank, and all for free! Carnival games not your thing? Why not give the dance floor a try? That music is awfully catchy, and just look at all those stunning lights!

[Enjoy yourselves, travelers. A New Year is upon us.]

Comments

[aestusaurea.livejournal.com]

[VERY WELL. BUT THEN THE TRANSPARENT SKIRT SEEMS TO BE GETTING CLOSER AAAAA---Oh it's just Saber approaching Kaz with a pleasant smile on her face. She seems shorter in person, doesn't she?]

While I do appreciate the admiring gaze, why not have the honor of dancing with me?

[She's already grabbing him by the hand. Which means "no" is not an answer.]

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

I'm not winnable. If I were, other girls would be trying to get me before you. [He picks a random game booth with a shooting game and heads for it.]

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

I believe you.

[designerchild]

[ Shit, is she okay!? Worried that she’s going to be sick (maybe it’s too hot on the floor), he reaches out to her, about to ask if she needs to sit down (water, she needs water!) when…

She shakes her hips! Mouth dropping in disbelief, he watches wordlessly before excitedly letting out a crow of victory, complete with a fist pump. ]

You did it! I knew you had it in you. You’re a pro at this

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[That's when the music slows a little, and she lets out a sigh of relief. There's no way he'd ever want to slow dance with her, so she can take a break and gather herself. Pushing her fringe off her face, she glances over at the sidelines and back to him. Does he want to come along?]

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

Attempting to rile people up so they'll try harder or so they'll miss? [Either way, he's going to take his time and aim.]

[metaleyedgirl.livejournal.com]

[Surprise surprise]

Yeah, but I already have you, so they'd lose!

[broduil]

Not quite as strong as I was before coming to this place, but my reputation was not gained for no reason. [ and that much, he got with plain old human abilities... mostly. it's fun being a part of irish myth. ] Your offer is appreciated, however-- I have little need of more prizes, but perhaps I could win something for you. It is hardly fair for me to stand here with this while you remain without, after all!

[ if he wins any more, he won't be able to carry it back to his room, so he'll settle for picking up things for everyone else instead. carefully putting the bear on the ground, he raises a hand to his eyes, surveying the nearby games for one that catches his interest. ]

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

[And once he arrives at the booth, he takes his arm from around her.] You sure someone else is gonna come and try to steal me away?

[He takes the gun that's used for the game when the guy running the booth hands it to him.]

[metaleyedgirl.livejournal.com]

That would imply you're a thing to be stolen. You're too stubborn to be a thing!

[designerchild]

[ The new tempo doesn't immediately ping Jr. because he's never been to a dance before and doesn't know what to expect. However, having seen enough movies, he knows what's expected when he sees what the other dancers are doing. Hands on his hips, he quietly "Ohhh"s and looks around for Nakama. ]

Hey, Nakama — ! There you are. Do you want to...?

[ He realizes that she's trying to abscond. ]

Tired? [ A grin. ] Not going to honor me as my partner for my first slow dance?

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[She turns back around to look at him, and when he speaks, she just - blinks. And blinks. Probably a solid half-minute goes past before she speaks.]

You - want to?

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

[ kjghsk oh shit. He's never once danced in his whole life so this is just entirely not as planned--he's stumbling as she pulls him out, blinking rapidly ]

Dance???

[parasiteye.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[broduil]

[ dammit saber, stop being such an exhibitionist... or don't. he's still sober enough to be aware of what's going on, at least-- or maybe that's an irish thing, where no matter how drunk you are you can at least give off an aura of being somewhat composed. ]

I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer, Saber. [ but then he looks around and sees all the other failures dancers on the floor. ] ... Though, it does seem skill is far from a requirement here. I suppose there's little harm in trying something new.

[ which is as close to a yes as she'll get, so he'll allow himself to be dragged out into the middle of all that music and fancy lighting. try not to trip over your own two feet, lancer. ]

[bosses]

Skeeball is serious shit. Best fuckin' of relaxation there is.

[...oh hello he... remembers your tits.]

Seriously.

[Hime, are you sure you want to pursue this interaction?]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

If you were really interested in whether or not I'd cheated, you'd give me the chance to demonstrate before forming your opinion. By just repeating your original statement without examining any evidence, it's quite obvious that you're just fishing for reactions, Kaz-san.

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

[He takes aim at the targets.] You have a point there.

[And when he's given the go ahead, he starts to shoot at them.]

[metaleyedgirl.livejournal.com]

[Rikku watches, cheering every time he hits the target.]

Go Gippal, go!

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

[It's nice to have his own personal cheerleader. He's hitting all the targets with ease.]

[metaleyedgirl.livejournal.com]

[Naturally.

and no, Gip, she won't dress in skimpy gear for you]

[machinajackass.livejournal.com]

[No more skimpier than her usual attire. And he's nearly finished with the game.]

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[She is definitely overwhelmed by this impromptu trip around the world, and lets out a sigh of relief when Conan declares that he's ready for a break.]

Me too. I don't think I've ever eaten so much at once. [She rests a hand on her stomach and it's actually curving outward a little.] Want to find somewhere to sit?

[metaleyedgirl.livejournal.com]

[Her normal attire is a dressphere.]

C'mon, Gippal!

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

O-Oh, you don't have to - [She starts to object, then remembers that she's trying to allow people to do things for her if they want to. If they suggest it, she tells herself, then it can't be trouble for them.]

Um... I'd really like that, if you want.