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[untilmydarknessgoes]

So before December even hit, everyone was freaking out about all the kissing. Valentine's Day is like what? Little under three weeks away?

Does the castle decide to take a break or are you guys still reeling from your moronic decision to touch a mirror that just popped up in the lobby?

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[scinlae]

Valentine's Day is unpredictable, where as December has never seemingly changed.

Give them time, they will begin flailing around like headless chickens.

[ Not talking about the mirror, NOPE. B( ]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Still, I'd expect some of them to start wringing their hands and thinking up the worst possibilities.

[SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SHARE? C8]

[scinlae]

Maybe they are, and for once not spreading it all over the journals.

[ NOPE, NEVER. YOU'RE NEVER GETTING IT OUT OF HER. ]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Should we be concerned? I'm leaning more towards relieved with no bitching around.

[HE COULD FIND WAYS.]

[wolfchild]

What's Valentine's Day?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

It's one day out of four days that married couples have sex and it's a painful reminder of how desperate and pathetic single people are.

[quits]

[THERE IS MUCH GLARING AT THE PAGE HERE.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF HOW ADORABLE HE THINKS HE IS.]

[wolfchild]

[ okay.

what. ]

What?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

They each have a birthday, anniversary, and Valentine's Day - four days out of a whole year they go at it like bunnies.

Birthdays and anniversary because it's a good way to celebrate and Valentine's Day because card companies say you're supposed to be all lovey dovey that day.

[huntersdaughter]

[oh look. it's your information person.]

One year, we were all given a set of bow and arrows. People who were dumb enough to actually use them found out quick they were Cupid's arrows.

Whoever you hit, fell desperately, madly, deeply in love with you.

[We will not discuss what happened.]

Then, another year, we had candy hearts. The conversation ones that say things like 'Be Mine' but some of them were more direct as far as commands.

Once again, if you were dumb enough to eat them, you followed whatever it said on the heart. Not good when some of them said 'Marry Me' and there is no divorce in Paradisa.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

So a nice sense of humor.

Better than I would expect.

[huntersdaughter]

If you're aware, it helps. I've yet to see something that wasn't overtly obvious as far as 'Do not touch or eat this.' when it comes to the holiday.

But, New Years was a bust, so maybe the castle is taking this year off.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Maybe they don't want to tempt fate. What with the way this place deal with holidays.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Where's the fun in that?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I think people want their sanity more than fun.

[text]

[truestsciences]

wwhat the fuck is vvalentines day
wwhys it got such a stupid name

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Did you have a stroke?

[truestsciences]

i swwear all a you people care more about the fact that i dare to wwrite wwith my quirk then anythin else
it gets to be fuckin annoyin

[wield]

Apparently, December is the more kissable month. Sorry, Damon. Guess you'll have to get your kisses legitimately.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

Oh, I'm getting far more than that, honey.

[wield]

And yet, I still don't care. Or believe you, for that matter. [ Ew, Damon. Don't throw your amazing sex life in her face... ]

action → forever

[eternityalone]

[Now, she doesn't really live there, but that doesn't stop her from just entering his room whenever she feels like it. She wasn't with him when he wrote that little entry, having been in her own room. However, she gets bored so easily and it seems that she's not sleeping right now, so why not go bug Damon?

Except he seems all... sulky and cranky. Not good adjectives to be using when she's looking for the more fun side of Damon.]

Uh-oh. [Her head cants, looking at him from across the room.]

Someone isn't having a good day.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

What gave it away?

[Yep, he's definitely in a sulk. He tosses the journal aside. She wants to grab it and read, he's not gonna stop her.]

[eternityalone]

[She pouts, and as much as she would love to read whatever has him all moody, unless he feels like reading it aloud, that filtered conversation is for his eyes only.]

I think it might be in the shoulders. Maybe the eyes. [Maybe the eyebrows. They are all thinky.]