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expiationlogs2024-12-15 05:50 pm
feintofhart) wrote in expiationlogs2024-12-15 05:50 pm
chestnuts roasting over an open fire...
Who: YOU!!!
Where: Claude's Apothecary (also known as: his house)
What: Claude and Ethlyn decide to host a Christmas party -- they may not be familiar with Christmas, but when in Rome! There will be drinking, dancing, and much revelry, and it's open underneath the guise of a combo grand opening, meaning that it's free for all and sundry to attend!
Warnings: Probably some underage drinking Claude will make no effort to curb, but that's about it.
Welcome, one and all to the Apothecary's grand opening celebration -- which just so happens to coincide with winter festivities! Despite the fact that neither Claude nor Ethlyn have any familiarity with Christmas whatsoever, they've decided to put together a party anyway, and what a party it is! At the front of the room, Claude and Root have put together an assortment of festive outfits for people to wear: all manner of ridiculous Christmas sweaters from Root, and from Claude, an assortment of reindeer horns and Santa hats if you choose to get as decked out as he is.
Inside, all breakables and valuables have been safely tucked away and have been replaced by all manner of decorations: glittering lights, bristly boughs, a Christmas tree and, of course, an assortment of mistletoe hanging over everyone's heads, ready to ensnare an unlikely couple or two in a requisite smooch. The entire place is, in fact, absolutely covered in festive greenery, courtesy of Kurama -- a little overkill, maybe, but they can't help themselves. Even if you duck past the mistletoe, it may have a way of finding you anyway; Kurama has a mischievous streak, and the ability to grow unlimited amounts of mistletoe to dog your steps.
Every surface seems absolutely covered in anything you might want from a feast, from unctious meats still dripping in their own fats to enormous platters of roasted vegetables and freshly prepared rolls and flatbreads to trays filled with biscuits and pies glittering with sugar. Also available for everyone's consumption - and Claude's not checking IDs as long as the kids aren't being too foolhardy - is a seemingly endless supply of libations, from steaming jugs of mulled wine to mugs filled with buttered rum to an open container of punch ready for the spiking. In the background are a few local musicians that Claude hired to play for them, though the stage is set for any tipsy guests to try their hand at entertaining the crowd.
On a table at the back are wrapped presents that are ready for the taking for anyone who wins at an assortment of games - with anything inside ranging from the Apothecary's own wares of teas and tinctures to pantry items from local vendors to a cute cuddly stuffed animal or two - if you choose to partake. Games of Questions and Commands (essentially Truth or Dare), Flapdragon (a game in which you must drain your glass to see what prize you win at the bottom) to card and board games are available for people to compete at. Everyone loves a good parlor game. Or, for those with a bolder constitution, Snapdragon is available outside, in which people set shallow dishes of brandy and dried fruits out, set it aflame, and ask people to go bobbing for the fruit at deadly risk of losing their lashes and brows. Spectating the whole scene is Claude's wyvern, who guests are welcome to go out and greet anytime they like.
Finally, for those more retiring in nature, and exclusively Claude's closest friends: he will allow some into his private quarters to have a little rest from all the fuss and noise. It's a good place for quiet conversation if you can hack it, or even to nap off the worst of the booze. For anyone else who wants some peace and quiet, you'll have to settle for the employee break room, a modestly undecorated place with a supply of caffeinated beverages and flat surfaces to rest upon.
Feel free to make up your own prompts and just use this as a fun holiday space for gift exchanges and drunken festivities! Happy holidays, Expiation!
Where: Claude's Apothecary (also known as: his house)
What: Claude and Ethlyn decide to host a Christmas party -- they may not be familiar with Christmas, but when in Rome! There will be drinking, dancing, and much revelry, and it's open underneath the guise of a combo grand opening, meaning that it's free for all and sundry to attend!
Warnings: Probably some underage drinking Claude will make no effort to curb, but that's about it.
Welcome, one and all to the Apothecary's grand opening celebration -- which just so happens to coincide with winter festivities! Despite the fact that neither Claude nor Ethlyn have any familiarity with Christmas whatsoever, they've decided to put together a party anyway, and what a party it is! At the front of the room, Claude and Root have put together an assortment of festive outfits for people to wear: all manner of ridiculous Christmas sweaters from Root, and from Claude, an assortment of reindeer horns and Santa hats if you choose to get as decked out as he is.
Inside, all breakables and valuables have been safely tucked away and have been replaced by all manner of decorations: glittering lights, bristly boughs, a Christmas tree and, of course, an assortment of mistletoe hanging over everyone's heads, ready to ensnare an unlikely couple or two in a requisite smooch. The entire place is, in fact, absolutely covered in festive greenery, courtesy of Kurama -- a little overkill, maybe, but they can't help themselves. Even if you duck past the mistletoe, it may have a way of finding you anyway; Kurama has a mischievous streak, and the ability to grow unlimited amounts of mistletoe to dog your steps.
Every surface seems absolutely covered in anything you might want from a feast, from unctious meats still dripping in their own fats to enormous platters of roasted vegetables and freshly prepared rolls and flatbreads to trays filled with biscuits and pies glittering with sugar. Also available for everyone's consumption - and Claude's not checking IDs as long as the kids aren't being too foolhardy - is a seemingly endless supply of libations, from steaming jugs of mulled wine to mugs filled with buttered rum to an open container of punch ready for the spiking. In the background are a few local musicians that Claude hired to play for them, though the stage is set for any tipsy guests to try their hand at entertaining the crowd.
On a table at the back are wrapped presents that are ready for the taking for anyone who wins at an assortment of games - with anything inside ranging from the Apothecary's own wares of teas and tinctures to pantry items from local vendors to a cute cuddly stuffed animal or two - if you choose to partake. Games of Questions and Commands (essentially Truth or Dare), Flapdragon (a game in which you must drain your glass to see what prize you win at the bottom) to card and board games are available for people to compete at. Everyone loves a good parlor game. Or, for those with a bolder constitution, Snapdragon is available outside, in which people set shallow dishes of brandy and dried fruits out, set it aflame, and ask people to go bobbing for the fruit at deadly risk of losing their lashes and brows. Spectating the whole scene is Claude's wyvern, who guests are welcome to go out and greet anytime they like.
Finally, for those more retiring in nature, and exclusively Claude's closest friends: he will allow some into his private quarters to have a little rest from all the fuss and noise. It's a good place for quiet conversation if you can hack it, or even to nap off the worst of the booze. For anyone else who wants some peace and quiet, you'll have to settle for the employee break room, a modestly undecorated place with a supply of caffeinated beverages and flat surfaces to rest upon.
Feel free to make up your own prompts and just use this as a fun holiday space for gift exchanges and drunken festivities! Happy holidays, Expiation!
snapdragon
except that fire hazard about to happen, to which he runs to it almost too fast.)
Heeeey, Root? Maybe let's not redo the girl looking back at the burning house meme, how about we don't set fire to stuff?
(party pooper :( )
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[ Root pauses, leaving the brandy unlit, purely to turn to Peter and pout at him with an imploring expression. It's very believable; Root is a consummate actress and after a few drinks puts some real energy into the performance. ]
I was a firefighter once, Peter. I take fire safety very seriously.
[ She technically was a firefighter once. For like a day. ]
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(is he joking? questions to be answered, and he won't answer... and her performance, pristine as it might be, has very little effect on the facts of what he has seen!! he seen an attempted arson, m'aam!! that's not very neighborhood-friendly of you.)
Oooookay, sure, so let's not add-- what is that, it smells awful-- alcohol to fire, you know it's a bad idea.
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[ She really doesn't, but she also isn't drunk, just nicely toasted. She does consider for a moment that Shaw might be upset she hadn't waited for her to light the alcohol on fire, but then realizes she can turn that into a saucy flirting moment easily and reaches out to light it.
To her credit, Root flicks the lighter and pulls her hand away quickly enough that she doesn't get singed by the low-level woosh as the brandy turns alight with low flickering flames. ]
Don't be such a party pooper. I'm reenacting a historical tradition. I was a reenactor once, too.
[ This is also true. Root being nicely toasted is making all the tidbits slip out. ]
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(this energy. before the fire goes too high, though, his reaction is quick to bring out the shooters and make a thick layer of webs on top of the bowl, that same hand moving to pinch his nose bridge.)
When did arsonist make that long list of jobs?????
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She stares at it, absolutely dumbstruck for a long moment. Then she bursts into a quick ugly cough of laughter that she promptly hides behind her hands. ]
Peter. Petey. That was amazing. You really embraced the spider thing, didn't you?
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(which is a little confusing to him, because she is surrounded by spider-people in stem! they are plenty, and they aren't really hiding, so the fact she hasn't seen it-- oh, wait, they probably just told her instead of her witnessing it, it's not like she goes patrolling with them or anything.
oh.
that's right.)
I mean, it's what makes us different, you know? But, hey, are you trying to change subjects from that?
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[ This is a sarcastic comment, but Root is still highly amused. ]
Believe me, I'm not changing the subject. You would be great at this game!
[ Please web-shoot individual raisins out of a bowl of flaming brandy for her entertainment. Please. ]
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(and if she gets to, he will actually show her all the spider-man stuff - which is not news to anyone in general, but still.)
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[ Because Root is not gonna have it if that's the case. ]