008 Christmas Cheer

[losteveryone]

[Well guess who's hobbling around the Castle on her crutches? Yes, this woman right here. She's not going to let a broken ankle stop her from moving about especially not when everything is starting to get Christmassy. It always was her favorite time of the year and it's her first Christmas here.

Currently she's standing by the big tree, admiring it. Until her catches sight of yet another nutcracker.]

There sure does seem to be a lot of these nutcrackers around. I wonder why..

[ooc: Open to action or journal. Kissmass or general!]

S1E8 [Written/Action] - backdated to Saturday night

[asseenontv]

[The handwriting that appears is neat but plain - usually he wouldn't bother, but he doesn't trust himself to speak right now.]

He was only here for a short while, but Julio Richter - better known as Ric - has returned home.

[And he will be in the movie theatre watching Gladiator for roughly the hundredth time and trying not to cry into his popcorn]

Vongola XV -- Action

[not_mafia]

[WHATEVER CASTLE.

Since you seem so determined to keep him here, he'll just confine himself to a corner of the library. As in, he's literally got his back pressed up against the corner while he has one cheek cupping his hand, reading boredly through some book about fencing. Might as well take advantage of the library while he was here, since he had an assignment due to Zelos on Friday. He would've been more than happy to grab a couple books and just trek back to his room, but what do you know, it wouldn't even let him go to the fourth floor. Either the door in the staircase was locked, or the elevator just went right on past it. And of course if he tried to go in an empty room, the door was locked.

First being trapped with Arya, and now this? Thanks a lot, castle. Tsuna's incredibly determined to stay in the corner, back to the wall, to make sure he can see any nutcrackers, and to deter people from coming to him as well. He doesn't need another Garry episode.

Of course, the boy does have needs, so if you're not in the library, there's a chance you might catch him in the hallway while he's headed to or back from the restroom. And that's your chance to strike.]

((KISSMAS AGOGO. Planned and unplanned, but if unplanned, please keep to the same age~))

Kiss me, it's Christmas

[waterproofed]

You know, this is my third December in the castle. Every single year the random kissing thing happens. I think it was birds one year and another year it was fairies. I guess it changes so people won't know what to hide from.

[but of course since Percy has dodged the bullet twice now, he is walking around not even worried about being kiss-attacked]


[ooc: open for kissmass, planned and non-planned alike. Just anywhere in the castle]

2 Famiglie ~Action

[is_mafia]

[Giotto was on the lookout for any and all Christmas decorations that could possibly be the magical kissing sort, because he really did not want to be kissed. The only problem with this plan was the castle was filled with Christmas decorations and really, it could be anything. Maybe the safest place was outside the castle itself, even though it had seemed to get cold overnight. It couldn't honestly decorate the town, could it?

And he could sense the boy in the library, possibly trying to avoid the exact same thing. Usually he also hid in the library, but he didn't want to scare him like last time. And since he was not in the town, the town seemed like the best place to go for the day.

Also, Ino lived in town. Perhaps he would run into her and apologize for how rude he had been to her a few days ago. He had been upset, yes, but that didn't mean he could make little of her problems or shut the journal on her.

So he bundled himself up in a black long coat and a scarf, and walked down to the lobby. Of course, he has no idea that nutcrackers are the magical kissing decorations, and that they literally have populated the lobby and that by passing through there, he has left himself completely open to being kissed by anyone who would walk by him.]

002. [Action] - Backdated to slightly after Kissing Phoenix.

[makethemguilty]

What is the meaning of this?!…What the hell is wrong with this place? What are they putting in the air?!

[That…Phoenix had gotten a taste of the von Karmic perfection—quite literally—was like him drinking from the ambrosia of the gods, it was…forbidden! How could this be?! Why? What madness had overcome the both of them. He's evidently not pleased with the results, because he's currently isolated himself to a corner of the library.

The fact alone that he had kissed a defense attorney was a kind of relation that transgressed legal, moral, and professional norms…"Fraternization with the enemy", in effect.]

I will not allow this ridiculousness to continue!

[Of course after that entire mess he went to stalk the length of the castle corridors furthest from Wright as possible, vowing to never again seek out his company.

Little was he aware that nutcrackers abounded in this part of the library where he'd chosen to go, and that he'd done nothing to prevent encounters from happening with the other residents. It doesn't occur to him in fact, because he's having a rare moment in which his composure has slipped.


Manfred von Karma's s situational awareness was indeed lowered slightly, and despite the decorations of lights, tinsel, and other appropriate holiday fare, he stands right in the vicinity of the library where the nutcrackers happened to loom like little terrible dolls of ruination.

And with that, the dictation ends, for he's currently busy trying to recover his dignity.]


[ooc: Open to all for Kissmas things here, planned and unplanned!]

9. Something in the way the blue lights on a black night can make you feel warm

[pompous_today]

Does the castle decorate itself like this every year? It is beautiful. As much as I feel like it shouldn't, being through another change in seasons is making this place feel a little more like a home. Not the home I should be in, but a home nonetheless.

I will have to look around at everything.

( Private to Zoe and Hoban Washburne )

[Open to action threads if you want to have kissy times somewhere in the castle! He will be wandering around the whole thing.]

23/6 is a satirical news and opinion website

[onlyanapple]

[So, Crowley is sitting in the lobby today, tossing a nutcracker up and down in the air idly, waiting. Waiting for what? Well, you. He does so love this time of year. It's a big boost to his net amount of evil, sort of like a Christmas bonus really. If Hell gave Christmas bonuses.

They don't.

He dictates cheerfully into the journal]

It's that time of year again. And, as tradition dictates, I'm offering the chance for anyone who wishes it to play a little game. Whoever kisses the most people by the time these fun little guys vanish gets a crate of alcohol of their choice, and bragging rights for the rest of the year. There aren't any rules, except don't lie about how many people you've kissed. I'll know and that is no way to win.

So. Who wants to play?

[[ooc: Open for planned and unplanned kisses!]]

01 DNA Strands

[kid_apocalypse]

[Anyone unfortunate enough to be in the lobby tonight is in for a bit of a light show. An armored figure seemingly appears out of nowhere surrounded by fiery energy, as he instinctively looses his powers on whatever it was that had caused this sudden shift in equilibrium. The last he knew, Evan had been flying with Miss Braddock, Mr. Deadpool, and Professor Logan on their way back from the Brotherhood's secret stronghold, the body of his "father", Fantomex, in tow. Wherever he was, it wasn't the inside of E.V.A., and considering what he'd experienced at the hands of Mr. Farouk, he wasn't about to take any chances...until he realizes that the Shadow King can't touch him with his powers any more, causing him to panic, growing his hands to several times their normal size to pat out the fire he unintentionally created.]

Ohhhh shoot, what'd I do this time? Stupid powers going out of control when I don't want them to, because of this stupid suit Daken wanted me to wear...

[One of his massive hands brushes over the journal as he struggles to put out the fire in the lobby, which catches his attention.]

Huh? What's this thing?