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kingdomdressing2011-12-24 01:44 pm
heaaarts) wrote in kingdomdressing2011-12-24 01:44 pm
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snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be ☆
[ Things are a little different this Christmas Eve. It's the first holiday season in years that many residents will be able to spend outdoors, and whatever drives the place has gone all out to make things festive. There are white lights and ruby garland strung up around lamp posts, red bows and wreathes adorning buildings. Even the trams are decorated, lit up on the outside and warm and cozy inside. There's a chill in the air, but for the most part it isn't too uncomfortable. Trees stripped bare of leaves by the change in seasons have had their leaves replaced by lights, and the occasional tree in the park bears large, shining baubles.
The ball this year is held in a new building, something that's popped up on the outskirts of the residential area overnight. (Of course, no one will be able to get inside until much later in the evening.) The park's a little smaller and crowded as a result, but not by much. It, like much of the outdoors, is covered in white. A light snow has been falling since early afternoon, resulting in a glistening bed of frost over the ground, the trees, and every rooftop. Much of it stretches out past the area, giving a wintery cover to most worlds. The fountains in Radiant Garden have frozen over into chaotic ice sculptures, and enough snow for a snowman (or snowmouse) can be found in Traverse Town, while the sound of carols comes from nowhere in particular in Disney Town. Hopefully no one tries to take the tram to Halloween Town for purposes of sneaking into Christmas Town. That world is barred off from entry no matter how hard anyone tries.
Somewhere around six in the evening, the doors to the ballroom open and remain so. Large wreathes decorated with red ribbon and crystal clear baubles hang on the doors. The building itself is decorated simply and tastefully, with red ribbons and streamers, dimmed lights and soft, instrumental music, perfect for the pristine dance floor. The ceiling, a true highlight of the room, is made of framed glass and gives a perfect, pristine view of the stars and snowfall outside. The tree this year is decorated with red, pale green, white, and more clear glass ornaments. Strangely enough, each is marked with a small tag. Just a simple old strip of paper, blank until someone gets close enough to see their name appear on one special ornament, in swirling red script. There are birds, hearts, stars... all kinds of simple, precious ornaments there to take. Maybe they mean something.
Like any good party in the DR, there's plenty of food. In the back room, separated from the ballroom by frosted glass walls, there are tables with glass tops and sheer white tablecloths, the largest of which is rectangular and has a placement of ham, roast birds, casseroles and vegetables, with nuts, popcorn, pretzels and cheeses further down. There are two smaller, round tables, one with drinks (non-alcoholic eggnog, ciders, and hot cocoa), and one with sweets like pudding, cookies, fudge, and sugared fruits. A group of much smaller, more cozy and personal tables are scattered in the corner near the food, with delicate placements decorated with classic red poinsettias. ]
{ ooc: LiveJournal mirror here. Happy Holidays, everyone! }
The ball this year is held in a new building, something that's popped up on the outskirts of the residential area overnight. (Of course, no one will be able to get inside until much later in the evening.) The park's a little smaller and crowded as a result, but not by much. It, like much of the outdoors, is covered in white. A light snow has been falling since early afternoon, resulting in a glistening bed of frost over the ground, the trees, and every rooftop. Much of it stretches out past the area, giving a wintery cover to most worlds. The fountains in Radiant Garden have frozen over into chaotic ice sculptures, and enough snow for a snowman (or snowmouse) can be found in Traverse Town, while the sound of carols comes from nowhere in particular in Disney Town. Hopefully no one tries to take the tram to Halloween Town for purposes of sneaking into Christmas Town. That world is barred off from entry no matter how hard anyone tries.
Somewhere around six in the evening, the doors to the ballroom open and remain so. Large wreathes decorated with red ribbon and crystal clear baubles hang on the doors. The building itself is decorated simply and tastefully, with red ribbons and streamers, dimmed lights and soft, instrumental music, perfect for the pristine dance floor. The ceiling, a true highlight of the room, is made of framed glass and gives a perfect, pristine view of the stars and snowfall outside. The tree this year is decorated with red, pale green, white, and more clear glass ornaments. Strangely enough, each is marked with a small tag. Just a simple old strip of paper, blank until someone gets close enough to see their name appear on one special ornament, in swirling red script. There are birds, hearts, stars... all kinds of simple, precious ornaments there to take. Maybe they mean something.
Like any good party in the DR, there's plenty of food. In the back room, separated from the ballroom by frosted glass walls, there are tables with glass tops and sheer white tablecloths, the largest of which is rectangular and has a placement of ham, roast birds, casseroles and vegetables, with nuts, popcorn, pretzels and cheeses further down. There are two smaller, round tables, one with drinks (non-alcoholic eggnog, ciders, and hot cocoa), and one with sweets like pudding, cookies, fudge, and sugared fruits. A group of much smaller, more cozy and personal tables are scattered in the corner near the food, with delicate placements decorated with classic red poinsettias. ]
{ ooc: LiveJournal mirror here. Happy Holidays, everyone! }
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[Seeing everything shining around the place? It's really bringing it home to him that - hey, he can relax, now. He can stop worrying about everything.
It's a holiday. Pure and simple.]
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[it's fantastic how relaxing it is! she definitely prefers it over Halloween, especially after this year's costume. once they get to the tree, she moves to the bag she brought and starts digging through it.]
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Got it. [Grin.] Merry Christmas.
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Merry Christmas to you too.
[TRADING GIFTS TIME. her gift is... well, it's a couple of notebooks, which doesn't seem too special honestly, except that they look like they were handmade! in her hunt for good gifts, Sora came across a book on... well, book binding, and decided to make Xeha some notebooks. she figured he could always use some, since he does science-y stuff all the time! the covers are solid and neatly decorated; no drawings, because Sora sucks at that, but just designs in nice complementing colours. one of the books is lined, while the other has completely white pages!]
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You - Thank you! How long did it take to make them? Oh - and here you go...
[He's gone the opposite route with his. It's a music player, sleek, handy, not a complicated one but with a nice pair of headphones to it. He's also pre-loaded a collection of things on there - various songs that remind him of various worlds and places, a wide selection out of not really knowing what she'd be into.]
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[ooooohhhh. she looks at the music player with wide eyes, then grins.]
This is great! Oh man, I don't have a proper radio or anything in my apartment, I never got around to getting one... this is even better. And there's music on it already?
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[she figures he probably has pretty good taste!]
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[He smiles, looking around the place again.]
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[she likes that it's, you know, indoors this time though.]
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[Looking at the tree, now, and he notices something.
A star ornament. The fact that the name written on it's the short version makes him laugh, and he plucks it off for a better look.]
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I don't know how you'd get it down, if it was.
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[but she'd totally have helped him.]
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