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

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[She tries to look accusing, but it's mostly just sad.]

You're making fun of me, aren't you?

[designerchild]

[ The humor leaves him. He returns her look with one of his own. ]

Don't you know me better than that?

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

It's not you, Jr. It's not that I don't trust you. It's just...

[Her hand unconsciously moves to the back of his neck, cupping it ever so lightly. It's as though she's afraid of him running away, and whatever it is she's feeling right now, it's so strong that she's willing to make such a bold move to keep him nearby.]

... it's just that I know I'm not pretty, or cool. I've always been ugly, and I haven't been around people enough to know how to act. I say the wrong things, and I'm nervous all the time. You don't have to say nice things about me just because you're my friend.

[designerchild]

[ He feels her hand brush the hair on the back of his neck, wait, when did it get so long, and his cheeks color slightly in response. Blinking, he reevaluates Nakama in surprise. ]

You're not ugly. [ Brows furrowed, he stares at her in bewilderment. ] And maybe you don’t know how to act — that’s fine, because neither do most people! You’re human. No one is expecting you to be anyone but yourself. So this…

[ He gives her a pointed look. ]

So you are okay.

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[She's going to cry. She knows in a moment that she's going to cry, again, when they're supposed to be having fun. And she's so furious with herself for ruining every good time they have...

... but he said she wasn't ugly. She can hear her mom's boss, there are some weirdos who might like you, and her mom, I'm sure you'll grow up to be pretty, and the chorus line of girls in her school, and suddenly all of them go silent. Because Jr. said she wasn't ugly.

She moves a bit closer, close enough to bend down slightly and rest her head on his shoulder. Her heart's never raced this fast in her life. Is this what it feels like, that thing she thought would never happen to her? That part of her she thought was broken or blunted forever? She'll never tell him, no matter how many nice things he says about her - but somehow, in this moment, she feels more alive than she ever did before her death.]

[designerchild]

[ Frowning lightly, Jr. stares at the far wall through the crowd of bodies, distantly wondering if he said the wrong thing. Was she upset? Shifting, he glances at her, but with her head tucked against his shoulder like that...

Man, girls are hard to get and no one understands.

After some time, the song eventually comes to a close and the dimmed lights seem to spark back into life. Blinking, Jr. pulls back, offering her a wide, if uncertain, grin. ]

Soooo, how was that?

[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[It's like waking up from a dream, having that dance end. She slowly lifts her head, straightens out her legs and blinks a bit -

- and realizes what she just did.

She was right up against him. Their bodies were touching. And she had her head on his shoulder. And he's just smiling at her like he always does, like it's no big deal, like her entire knowledge of herself didn't just change in an instant.]

Um - er - that was - I have to - thanks! Bye!

[And she's running, her cloak whipping like a flag behind her, and she's feeling like a complete idiot.

But oddly enough, she also feels like if a chasm were to open up in front of her at that very moment, she could throw out her arms and fly.]

[designerchild]

Wh-wha...?

[ And Jr. is left standing in the middle of the dance floor, watching her abscond before she disappears from sight. Looking around, as if someone could offer him advice on what to do, he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets. ]

Damn, she's pretty fast.

[ He'll just have to be quicker. Next time. ]