Happy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah! [Open To All]

[Vespe Ratavo]

In a small, snow-covered valley, on the border between the Town and the ACRONYM universe, lies a tiny village consisting of gingerbread buildings. There, happy Magbots frolic and play, building toys for good little girls and boys. Every day, if you listen closely, you can hear their screams of agonizing pain as they're forced to do this instead of kicking puppies or similar evil deeds.

In the center of the town lies a giant chair, where you can line up to have your picture taken with Vespe Claus and tell him what you want for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah. Nine times out of ten, it'll be in the sack sitting beside him (it seems to be bigger on the inside).

There's also singing, candy, and all sorts of Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah events, like the traditional Pin The Knife On The Magtok.

Have fun (and try not to blow everything up)!

[TwoBitWriter]

"What's this, what's this? There's color everywhere..." Jon asks as he steps through the snow, marvelling at all the lights.

He approaches Vespe Claus curiously. "What is the purpose of all this?"

[Vespe Ratavo]

Ho ho ho! Why, it's Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah! That special time of year when we celebrate peace, love, and the buying and receiving of gifts! What do you want for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah little boy?

[Emperor Ing]

A man in an indistinguishable military uniform walks in, and scans the area. He then looks into the sky, as the valley is eclipsed by a massive starship. The man then notices the "Do not blow everything up" sign. He frowns, and walks away, and the starship, across 10 minutes, makes a u-turn into the direction it originally came from.

[TwoBitWriter]

"Well, I uh... I don't know. I have always wanted to be my own master. Can you help me with that?"

[Haruki-kun]

Haruki looks around the area.

"Oh mai! What a beautiful area. This must be--

VESPE CLAUS!" The Angel runs towards Vespe Claus and tackle-hugs him, probably knocking the chair over.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe raises an eyebrow. I suppose. Is it mind control? Or psychological? How are you not your own master? I have to- aaaa! The chair is knocked over. Oh. Hi 'Ruki.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour appears, blinking. Well, what is this now?

[TwoBitWriter]

"My master just created me to follow orders... I'm trying to break that compulsion. Can I get that for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakka?"

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe stands up, and waves to Amour. Hi Amour! It's Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah, a winter holiday about love and capitalism! He turns to Jon. Maybe. I'd probably have to go inside your mind, though.

[Raistlin1040]

(Also Vespe, it's totally Newchristmahanukwazicus.)

Amour nods. I see.

[Duos]

Oscar burrows up through the snow, and spies the gingerbread houses.
"Food! It must be generic holiday time!"
The hydralisk then proceeds to eat the Magbots out of house and home, literally. After belching, Oscar spies Vespe.
"And there's the generic gift giving being! Happy day."
Slithering over, Oscar coils up near Vespe.
"Can I have the subjugation of civilized life as we know it to the Queen of Blades? Or, if you don't have that in your sack, I'd settle for a big bag of assorted deadly objects. And a mint."

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon shakes his head and sighs. "Sorry, none of that stuff for now."

To Amour, "I like your home, its very lovely... a stark contrast to what I had been used to."

[Vespe Ratavo]

A golden glow engulfs the remains of the gingerbread homes. They slowly begin to regenerate, looking slightly different, but still gingerbread.

Vespe rummages through his sack. Sorry, no subjugation. Here's your toys, though, please wait until you get home to play with them. He hands Oscar a bag full of assorted lethal things. And one mint.

[Fan]

Noctis walks into the thread intrigued by Vespe's new alter ego as Vespe clause. Is there anyone that bard CANT impersonate?:smallbiggrin:

[Vespe Ratavo]

Noctis walks into the thread intrigued by Vespe's new alter ego as Vespe clause. Is there anyone that bard CANT impersonate?:smallbiggrin:
Yes. Damn you, Bob Saget. :smallfurious:

Vespe waves at Noctis. Happy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah!

[Fan]

Noctis waves back at Vespe Clause rather entertained by the landscape.
"Happy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah to you as well."

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Fullbladder comes a'running, his long pale grey robes hiked up. Then he sees Vespe Claus. With a bit of a struggle he pokes his face out of the low grey hood and his shoulders sag, the icicle-covered scythe in his hand almost carving a bit into the snow.

"Huh. Guess I'm not needed. Ah well. Maybe they'll need the Ghost of Christmas Past next year."

He turns away and begins to shuffle off.

Yes, he's aware that his outfit better fits the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come, but I rather fancy the idea of the Ghost of Christmas Past being the Reaper-figure.

[Fan]

Walking up to the man in the chair in a red suit Noctis says
"So, Vespe Clause what do you have in that wonderful little sack of yours for a fellow music affecianto. The death of the rap genre would be favourable."

[Vespe Ratavo]

Victoria appears in front of Fullbladder, wearing a Santa hat. Where are you going? We always need the ghosts to put the Christmas spirit into people.
I wish. They don't let me kill genres of music, or it'd already be dead. Want anything else?

[Fan]

"They never let a bard have fun anymore do they? Well, I would appreciate some magical medicine. I have a few freinds back home who would appreicate it."

[Vespe Ratavo]

Sure. Vespe pulls out a bottle of something pink and hands it to him. One bottle of elixir. Cures just about anything. Don't drop it.

[Fan]

" Thank you. Have a happy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah Vespe Clause. You ever need any help just whistle."
He says as he takes the bottle of elixir smiling softly.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe waves. Happy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah!

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon starts getting heavy into the "Special" Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah Egg Nog.

Stumbling around, he speaks in a slurred speech. "I canz haz cheezburgerzz...?"

He collapses and passes out in the snow, deadtiming.

(Hey, for this plot thread, Vespe can feel free to God-Mod Plot Clone Jon:smalltongue:)

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"So I am needed? Hot dog!"

Fullbladder flops the hood back over his face. Then he bows low to Victoria, possibly in gratitude, coming back up with the requisite crooked back. He proceeds slink into perimeter of the festivities, leaning on the scythe.

He'll hunt down anyone coming into the area with any sort of scroogeness, grumpiness, or general lack of cheer and send them, properly threatened (unless they don't scare easy), at Vespe.

[Bergett]

((I wonder if it's a good idea that Michael and Ravik meet each other probably not...:smallconfused: oh well:smalltongue:))

ravik walks into the curious town, making one simple question

Where's the beer?

MIchael comes in on the other side of town, knifes himself a bit of gingerbread from a nearby house and starts munching on it.

*Scarf* Hmm I wonder how much of this town is edible...?

[Green-Shirt Q]

The Q drives into town on his motorcycle to see what all the fuss is about.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Victoria disappears and reappears in front of Ravik. No beer. There's eggnog, though. She offers him a glass of eggnog. She pops over to Michael. All of it. She disappears.

Vespe waves at Q. Happy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah!

[Green-Shirt Q]

The Q looks over in a puzzled face.

What is a "Thanksmasnewyeawhateveritisyoujustsaidthere?" I never heard of it. :smallconfused::smallannoyed:

[Bergett]

Ravik chugs the eggnog

good enough

Michael runs off laughing

Excellent....

[Vespe Ratavo]

Why, it's a holiday! Celebrating peace, love, and happiness! And money. You know, giving gifts and all that.

[FireFox]

The shade of a tall woman appears here, looking around in confusion as she approaches Vespe.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe waves at the shade. And what do you want for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah?

[FireFox]

What am I doing here...? :smallconfused:
Uh... Living again might be nice... she's joking when she says this, as she's still confused about how she came here...

[Green-Shirt Q]

Q shrugs and drives around the place exploring.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe opens up the bag, and starts looking through it. Are you dead? I think I've got some True Resurrections in here, or maybe Reincarnate if you're feeling lucky.

[FireFox]

Got shot by some terrorists... Comes in my line of work, but being dead is boring. She looks curiously at the bag, unsure if he is joking. I mean, the only interesting thing was my tour of heaven, hell and purgatory, provided by Dante Alighieri. So yeah, I guess I would like a ressurection...

[Chas the mage]

Chas walks in
you people are to ethusiastic...

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

A whirl of snow sees the Fullbladder of Christmas Past appear menacingly before Chas, the scythe held horizontally above his hood in one hand. The great icicles hanging from the blade are in no way thin enough to break off at this angle.

"Perhaps ye is not enthusiastic enough!" the spectre accuses, pointing imperiously at Chas.

[Atomsized]

Atomsized walks up to the crowd of people, wondering why they aren't in line. Then he walks up to Vespe and starts a line.

[Chas the mage]

I think you've had one to many candy canes...

[Vespe Ratavo]

Hello Atom! What can Vespe Claus get you for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah?

[Atomsized]

Atomsized's eyes start to tear up a bit and shine, like an eager kid receiving the present of his dreams.

I want.......

A real actual breathing and genuine Pokemon!

*Extreme Glee*

((You would probably object, and I would choose another. But come ON! I would want one too!))

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe looks in the bag. Of course! I've got plenty of Pokemon! Which one do you want?

((Who wouldn't? I'd never admit it in public, but come on, that would be awesome. :smallbiggrin:))

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

I think you've had one to many candy canes...

This causes the spectre to pause and lower both its arms. Then it suddenly points again.

"I don't have a stomach. And you are not expressing enough holiday cheer!"

Despite all the ice on the scythe, it still appears wickedly sharp. Just sayin'.

[Chas the mage]

Chas rolls his eyes at whats-his-face
tell me then, whats-your-face, why is it so imparative I express excessive holiday cheer?

[Atomsized]

Atomsized jumps up and down. He flips open his Bulbapedia (http://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Main_Page).

Hmmmm...Mudkip? Nah, too obvious. Missingno? Nah, too glitchy. Ho-oh? Nah, too colorful.

I know!

An Eevee!

*More glee*

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe tosses him a Poke ball. Have fun, you crazy kid.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"I am the Spirit of Christmas Past! Holiday cheer is required in excess for it is Thanksmasnewyear-something-something! And--"

The hunched figure raises the pointed finger in a 'wait' gesture, punches its chest, and coughs. Then Fullbladder pulls the hood down, revealing his goblin features.

"Look, sir. It is a large end-of-year holiday, and you're standing in a valley where all the architecture is gingerbread with a gift-giving holiday entity standing at the geographic epicentre. Holiday cheer comes with the territory. Seriously. I'm here, telling you to be cheerful, because I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past."

[Atomsized]

YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!

*Hugs Santa Man*

Atomsized then puts the pokeball into his pocket, then he runs to pin a knife onto Magtok.

((Man, now i want a Pokemon even more :smallbiggrin:))

[Chas the mage]

the ghost of Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah past?
he laughs
pffft! yah, And i'm queen elizebeth!
he says sarcastically.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt shows up and looks around, unsure of what, if anything, to do first. Quite frankly, he appears to be sad. Must be something about the holidays.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Chas may well find a very frosty scythe tip uncomfortably close to his throat.

"Yeah, your majesty, that so?"

[Chas the mage]

chas cracks of a piece of ice from the sythe and puts it in his mouth.
yum. tastes cold
he completely ignores the fact theres a sythe pointing at his neck

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

The scythe falls, the missing peice of ice already freezing over, as though nothing happened.

"What if I just sent you along to Vespe Claus to pick up what you want for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah? Will that make you at least a tiny bit more cheerful?" Fullbladder asks, as he pulls the hood back up and takes up the specific voice again.

[Chas the mage]

chas shrugs
I guess i could use a new weapon...
he walks over to 'vespe claus'

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe waves at Chas. Ho ho ho!

[Atomsized]

A spinning knife is suddenly found to be in the air and heading towards Fullbladder.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

The Spirit of Christmas Past glares after him, then slinks off into another part of the valley, leaving no footprints in the snow.

The knife hits him in the back. He pulls it out immediately and begins to look for the thrower. The scythe begins to look even more dangerous.

[Atomsized]

Fullbladder hears a voice. The voice is Atomsized, who was playing Pin the Magtok.

Damn, my aim sucks. Sorry about that Fullbladder!

[Raistlin1040]

Amour undeadtimes, leaning against a snow covered tree in his dark coat and leather pants, his boots tied securely.

[Duos]

Oscar checks to make sure Vespe Clause isn't watching, and then rummages around in the sack. When he find something exceptionally dangerous looking, he pops it in his mouth, chews it up, and swallows it. when he's finished the bag of deadly tricks, he eats the mint.
"Zesty. And minty! Doubley nice. And now to sow terror and mayhem. I mean cheer and joy! Cheer and joy!"
Oscar slithers off hastily to devour the village... again.

((@V: He will NEVER have enough to eat. Ever. Hydralisks are 50% stomach. And they digest very quickly (consume!). also, OMFGWTFBBQ SONIC SCREWDRIVER.:smalltongue:))

[Vespe Ratavo]

The village will continue to regenerate until Oscar has had enough to eat.

Victoria appears next to Amour. Hello.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour regards Victoria coolly. Hello.

[FireFox]

Got shot by some terrorists... Comes in my line of work, but being dead is boring. She looks curiously at the bag, unsure if he is joking. I mean, the only interesting thing was my tour of heaven, hell and purgatory, provided by Dante Alighieri. So yeah, I guess I would like a ressurection...

The female shade undeadtimes and returns to waiting to see if Vespe has a True Rez in his sack.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Ah. Here we go. Vespe pulls out a perfect diamond - expertly cut, gleaming, and - 3. 2. 1. He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and aims it at the shade. The diamond disintegrates into ash, and True Resurrection is cast directly at her.
((What? Everyone knows the sonic screwdriver is magic. :smalltongue:

Also, deadtime))

[FireFox]

The shade materilizes into the form of Samantha Goswell, British Counter-Terrorist expert. She's fully clothed, because I don't want to have to deal with that. She is alsohighly confused. Ah! I'm alive!? After inspecting herself, she smiles at Vespe Claus. Thank you.

[TwoBitWriter]

Jonlas undeadtimes, and looks around, still drunk from the egg nog.

"Whas gwine on here?"

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt perks up a bit when he sees Jonlas, though he still seems down by the holidays. He walks up to Jonlas.

"Hello Jonlas. It's good to see you're getting out some."

[TwoBitWriter]

"What? Aww, Reinholdt, my friend!" Jon says, swaying slightly. The alcohol is still present, but his movements and speech are now more controlled. "What sort of holiday is this?"

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt freezes a bit when Jonlas calls him friend and eyes him warily, unsure if having a drunk shape-shifting assassin around is a good idea. But Reinholdt answers him all the same. "This is a holiday of love and giving. Of kindness. A holiday to spend with family and friends in thanks." Reinholdt leans closer. "Truth be told it's a horrible holiday designed to push commercialism and materialism. I'd avoid it at all costs if I were you."

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon smiles, "But it has such a lovely beverage... It makes my head lose its composure..."

Jon takes a seat in the snow. "Come talk with me, Reinholdt. Let me know what has been going on while I stayed with Rabbit."

[Reinholdt]

"Yes. I can see."

"After I was kicked out cause Rabbit hated me for saving some lives? Let's see. It's kinda hard to remember it all. But there was a very cold mountain. Then I got embroiled in something, and now I have to find out what Amour desires or loves or something. That's really about it."

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon simply nods as Reinholdt speaks. "It is a tough existence, sometimes. But celebrations like this lift my spirits. If it is as terrible as you say, there must be some other merit to it."

[Raistlin1040]

Amour's like, right over there, by a tree. He can probably hear Reinholdt. Y'know, just sayin'.

[Reinholdt]

((^ Really? Well I suppose it's like real life then. Sometimes you just miss things.))

"Yes, well your spirit may be raised by the spirits you keep drinking." Reinholdt sighs. "Yes, I suppose there is probably some merit. There is after all, the snow."

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon nods. "The effects are mostly worn off by now, but they were quite strong earlier. I shall abstain for the remaining evening."

"And yes, the snow is nice..."

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit poofed in, blinking.
"What the..." In a rare breakage of the fourth wall, she shook her hands at the skies.
"Yeah, sorry. I was bored."

[TwoBitWriter]

Seeing Rabbit, Jon smiled. "It is good to see you up and moving again. you lay asleep for a long time."

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt looks surprised, but quickly composes himself. "Hello Rabbit. Doing well?"

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Yeah, I've been rather lazy the past few days." Rabbit smiled at Jon, giving only a polite nod to Reinholdt.
"Cat."

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt just stands there and listens. It seems clear he's not wanted here, but he just had a tragic episode with a masseuse, so he's not in the most obliging of moods.

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon smiled back at Rabbit and held up a half-empty glass of the "special" egg nog. "Would you like a glass, Ms. Rabbit?"

[Raistlin1040]

Amour, by the tree, gets down on his knees and begins to draw in the snow with his fingers.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit ran a hand through her hair, a habit she had picked up from Amour, who she didn't know was actually present.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt..."

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon stands and runs over to the table where the bowl of egg nog was located. He fills a glass for Rabbit and tops off his own.

He walks over to her and offers the glass to her. "Cheers," Jon says, taking another swig of the thick, sweet concoction.

He thinks for a moment. "I wonder if there is a form that would be more... festive..."

[Reinholdt]

"How about a penguin?"

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit downed her own, sighing audibly.
The Holidays.
How she hated them with a stereotypical hate.

[Darkcomet]

DC approaches the scene, looking decidedly cheery compared to his usual gloom. Of course, he's not particularly cheery, since that's not saying much.

[TwoBitWriter]

((Haha, aren't we a cheerful bunch? :smalltongue:))

Jon finishes his egg nog. He sense that Rabbit is not enjoying the festive scene as much as he does.

Following Reinholdt's suggestion, he shapeshifts into a cute penguin. He starts waddling around in a circle, squawking.

[Reinholdt]

((I suspect Jonlas is the only happy one here.))
Reinholdt watches, but is not as amused by penguins as he normally would be. He nods to DarkComet when he spots him, but otherwise returns to watching the Rabbit and the Penguin.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Smiling wryly, Rabbit drank down the last sips of her egg nog, and watched Jon-Penguin waddle around, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

[Darkcomet]

DC appears significantly less gloomy than usual.

Could it finally be over? he mutters under his breath. Half of him thought reality was playing a trick on him.

[TwoBitWriter]

"Squawk?" Jon says inquisitively, waddling over beside Rabbit and Reinholdt, looking at DC.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt's ears catches it. "I believe Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah has just begun, much to our chagrin. Best get prepped for it though." Reinholdt gives in and decides to get some eggnog of his own. He goes and hops on the table. Deciding others probably wouldn't want him licking out of the bowl, he uses a little magic to pour some in a cup before returning.

[Darkcomet]

Not what I was talking about.

For once, DC looks up, hopefully, into the sky.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"They don't very often respond to us, you know." Wow. Twice in one night Rabbit broke the fourth wall.
A record.
"And I've noted, if you stop drawing attention to yourself, things stop happening. So, you know, stop whining and leave it to the professional whiners."

[Reinholdt]

"Yeah, well, do I look like a mind reader? Get yourself some eggnog." Reinholdt starts drinking from the cup. I don't think anyone warned him that a cat's body size combined with alcohol for humans probably should be carefully rationed...

[Darkcomet]

DC doesn't really care.

I think you of all would know, Reinholdt. Unless your demon friend hasn't told you...

[TwoBitWriter]

Not comprehending the conversation, Penguin-Jon shrugs as best as penguins can and starts dancing, rapidly beating his little feat and kicking up small flurries of snow.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever. Stupid men..." And she ambled off on her own.

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon watches Rabbit go, and pauses considering whether he should follow her or not.

[Chas the mage]

an elf, wearing snow camoflouge and a white ski mask, laden with guns and such, and with a stickey note on his back that says 'hug me', walks into the area.

[Reinholdt]

"Yeah, well you keep being cryptic."

Reinholdt heads after Rabbit. "Hold on Rabbit. I wanted to ask you something."

[RabbitHoleLost]

"And I don't want to answer." She called back over her shoulder.

[Darkcomet]

DC notes the elf, and slaps him with a mind control attempt. If successful, he will be forced to "stay the hell away from DC".

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt stops when Rabbit says this. He apparently stares after her for a long time, even after she's no longer there. The scene was all too similar. A snowy Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah, eggnog being passed around, music in the background. The conversation plays in his head.

"I never liked you Reinholdt. I only used you to get to..."

Any outsiders watching will simply see Reinholdt staring out into space, oblivious to all else.

[Chas the mage]

what are you people- stay the- doing right -hell- i can't control what i'm-away-saying!-dc-

[Darkcomet]

And now he should be forced to stay away from DC.

[Chas the mage]

((he though DC was an ugly turd anyways))
I sound like a retard but: testing, testing, 123

[Raistlin1040]

Still drawing, Amour begins to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rj-4t9drUlM).

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit's eyes snapped up from where they had been concentrated on the path she was walking.
She would know that voice anywhere.
Pleased, she ran over to Amour, and, as he sang, dropped to her knees, scribbling out Happy Thanksmasnewyearkwan-whatever.

[Chas the mage]

the elf starts wandering around.

[Raistlin1040]

Still singing, Amour pulls his hand from his drawing and traces words in the snow. Hello Rabbit, Happy Holiday to you as well.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

The Fullbladder of Christmas Past appears amongst the group, in another whirl of snow. As soon as he becomes fully there, he brandishes the scythe like some sort of minigun. After all, he's more used to those.

"Holiday cheer or else!"

[Darkcomet]

DC remembers the voice.

Er, Fullbladder? It seems your bolt was... Defective.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit smiled, wondering why he had used her actual name as opposed to what he typically called her.
Her cheer seems to be back in motion, now that she was around her God.
What else did one need to feel all holiday-cheerful-like?

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon decides to shift back into his normal form and resumes drinking his egg nog, watching people go about their business.

((@V: Normal or Penguin Jonlas?:smallbiggrin:))

[Raistlin1040]

Probably because he didn't want to accidentally mispell her name. Or 'cause the player forgot. Whatevs. Amour looks back towards his snow drawing. It's of the scene, Reinholdt, Jonlas, Rabbit, Vespe, everyone out in the snow.

@^ Normal, since Jonlas was normal when he started it.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt seems to have completely missed Fullbladder of Christmas Past's threat, and continues his silent vigil.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Silly player.
Rabbit clapped her hands once, looking down to the painting with bright eyes, happy expressions only used for him.
"Oooo, its pretty, Amour."

[Raistlin1040]

Amour finished singing and sat back, looking at the work. Thank you Lapine. Would you like to help me finish it? A bucket of dyes appear.

[Chas the mage]

the elf clears his throat
Bah, humbug!
he snickers.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Err..." The necromancer hesitated, biting her lips so that her lipstick smeared.
"What if I ruin it?"

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

The hood of the spectre of past holidays leans slightly towards Rabbit, as Fullbladder would normally while narrowing his eyes. But right now his head is mostly hood. He stands to attention, the butt of the scythe hitting the snow.

"Very good. Carry on. Do not forget to visit Vespe Claus for your complimentary gift."

There is another blustery whirl of wind and snow, and suddenly is directly beside DC.

"My devices and magics are never defective," he grumbles, lowering his hood for a short time. "Maybe it's latent, or hasn't started working yet, or needs a catalyst or something. Or maybe it's subtle and you haven't quite figured it out yet or something."

His hissing whisper of a hooded voice rattles out the same reminder he gave Rabbit, and he's gone, a blast of stinging snowflakes flying up into DC's face.

[Chas the mage]

the elf walks up to fullbladder
bah, humbug!

[Raistlin1040]

Amour raises an eyebrow towards the spectre and then looks back to Rabbit. You won't. It'd be hard to actually screw it up, the way I did it, unless you used the wrong colors. But then we could simply say it was an exercise in psychedelia. He chuckles. Even if you do mess it up, I don't mind.

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon wanders over to look at what Amour has made. He stands, marvelling at it for some time. "It looks just like me... I never understood how one could recreate living images..."

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"Pheh." The spectre scoffs and shoos the elf off. He has more important people to deal with.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Well, he is a god, Jon." Carefully, Rabbit set about helping Amour color his ice painting.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour smiles and works with Rabbit on coloring the crystalized painting.

[Darkcomet]

DC takes a seat in the snow. It's going to take a lot to ruin his mood right now.

[Chas the mage]

he says, louder
bah
he pulls the pump action on his shotgun, and it clicks loudly
humbug!

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon watches, fascinated as the colors meld together to make the painting seem even more alive.

[Darkcomet]

The elf might suddenly find a powerful force trying to shove him away.

If he has any way of detecting where psionic stuff comes from, it's DC.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

The Fullbladder of Christmas Past just looks at the elf.

"Now what exactly are you trying to accomplish here? Go away, child. You bother me."

He turns away, looking back towards the group--specifically Reinholdt--with a thoughtful expression on his hood.

[Chas the mage]

he is shoved. he then shoots his shotgun straight up.
BAH-HUMBUG!
he smirks.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe Claus appears in front of the elf. He grins maliciously. That wasn't a very nice thing to do. Do you want to go on the naughty list?

[Darkcomet]

I can choke him to death, if you'd like.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"Now now, DC. Calm down. This is Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah, after all. It's not like he's done anything wrong yet. Just rather naughty and scrooge-esque."

[Chas the mage]

he has a blank look on his face, then a huge grin
I was testing to see how he reacted... to see if he was naughty or... er... not

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit looked up from her painting, and grinned.
"Ooo, Ooooo, Vespe! Am I on the naughty list?" The question was accompanied with a look that clearly said "I'd better not be, because you live in my house".

[Darkcomet]

Eh, fine. Your loss.

DC lies down in the snow, hands behind his head, looking up into the sky.

Is it really over?

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon raises an eyebrow. "Naughty list? What does it mean to be naughty? Is that like good or evil?"

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe smiles at Rabbit. Of course not. You're on the nice list.

A portal opens up in front of the elf, leading to a hellish dimension of fire, brimstone, and screams of the eternally damned. The smell of charcoal and burning flesh pervades the air, and through the smoke, the elf might be able to see dirty and starving people scraping coal from the walls of the desolate cavern with their bare hands.

The portal closes.

That's where the naughty children go. Be. Nice.

[Chas the mage]

If your naughty, you get a free stay in the 666 starr hotel abyss! You will hike in for hundreds of miles, and then the fun will start with torture by pike! that night you'll have a nice sleep in a bed of flames!

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe pops over to Jon. Not really. You can be good and naughty, or evil and nice. Fanboy might be an example of the former, and Rabbit and myself the latter.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"That's rather more horrifying than I assumed," Fullbladder mutters, no emotion in his voice. He leans on his scythe, pulls out a pipe that looks to be made of purest ice, and takes a smokeless, heatless smoke break.

[Chas the mage]

can i have an AA12 for Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah?

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Weee! I'm nice!" Er. Yeah. Rabbit seems to have no alcohol tolerance. At all.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt doesn't even seem to notice the shotgun shot, though this may be because of his experience with guns. Some time later, he turns around slowly and, in a daze, he stumbles back to the eggnog table. He seems to be shaking pretty hard, though not from the cold. He hops up on the table and pours himself another glass. He doesn't even bother getting back down before he works on downing it and pouring another.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Indeed you are. Vespe turns back to the elf. No. Not until you're nice.

[TwoBitWriter]

Jon nods. "Thank you,"

To Rabbit, "Would you like some more egg nog?"

[Chas the mage]

he does his best little kid impression
but vespe claus! i helped chris defeat evil robots...

[Darkcomet]

DC remains lying there, looking uncertain as to if evens as of late are a dream or not.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit semi-nodded, while somehow also shaking her head no, and managed to pick herself up before shuffling to get her own.
Why? Because the only way I can imagine Rabbit having fun there was if she were drunk.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Fine. Vespe tosses the elf an AA12. Just wait until you get home, kay?

[Fan]

Fanboy pops in for a breif second.
"Hey, I'm tottaly nice... I umm.... well, damn this is hard..... I uh... Fight Draken.... make a damned good Drinking chocolate... you know what never mind your right."
*pop*
And Fanboy is away.

[Ashen Lilies]

KR-15 goes up to Chas. He's made completely out of peppermint. With a highpowered candy cane rifle.
Warning: If you do not refrain from being naughty, I will be forced to initiate assassination protocols immediately.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt looks at Rabbit as she approaches the eggnog. He doesn't seem to recognize her at first. After a few seconds he realizes what she wants, and hands her the ladle to pour herself some.

[Chas the mage]

Hoorah!!!
he grabs the AA12
yes vespe claus!

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit took the ladle, pouring herself some more...half of which may end up spilling on Reinholdt anyways.
Poor kitty.

[TwoBitWriter]

Jonlas decides to get more egg nog, and continue to watch things unfold.

((Deadtime, good night everyone!))

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe Claus pops over next to Rabbit. And what do you want for Thanksma...whatever. Do you want anything for the holiday with an annoyingly long name?

[Reinholdt]

Great. Now Reinholdt is shivering from both emotional distress and freezing liquid. But he ignores it and keeps drinking.

Three glasses already. That can't be healthy considering his size.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit placed a finger to her lips, pondering.
She leaned closer to Vespe, still that facial expression of painful consideration evident.
Her mouth opened a few times, as if she had almost had it...and then she didn't.
"Er. No. Nothin' you could have in that bag, Veveveveve.."

[Chas the mage]

the elf watches the people in their drunken stuppor

[Darkcomet]

DC sits up, looking at the eggnog scene, wondering if he should break his no-alcohol-due-to-being-psychic rule.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Five Ve's. I think that's a new record. Anyway...You sure? Nothing at all? I couldn't interest you in a... He reaches into the bag, pulling out the first thing at random, which happens to be...an aircraft carrier? That's not supposed to be in there... he puts it back, and starts looking through the bag. Got to be something...can't be Thank...whatever, without gifts...

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit sipped rather inelegantly from her cup, peering over Vespe's shoulder.
"Ooo, whassat?" She pointed at... that thing.

[Vespe Ratavo]

That would be Daniel Craig.
The name's Bond. James Bond.
What are you doing in there, Mr. Bond?
Spy...stuff.
Ah. Vespe turns to Rabbit. Want it?

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt in a fit of madness, sorrow, drunkenness, and kitty curiosity jumps inside Vespe's bag when he least expects it to view the dimension from that side.

[Chas the mage]

you people need to sober up...

[RabbitHoleLost]

Her eyes widened, big and full of affection.
"Can I reaaaaaaaaaaaally?" Without an answer, Rabbit threw her arms around Vespe, squeezing tight. Again, this is all assuming he allows for this.
"Yer like...like..the coolest roomie evar!" And then Rein jumped into the sack. And Rabbit frowned.
"Issat allowed?"

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe smiles, turning slightly red. Aww, you're too nice. He looks into the sack. He shrugs. I guess. No one's ever jumped into the sack before.

Mr. Bond looks quizzically at Reinholdt, but says nothing. Inside the bag is an infinite white space, stretching out in all directions, populated by floating toys, weapons, and just about anything one could possibly want. You can totally fly in there, by the way.

[Chas the mage]

the elf jumps in and starts dancing around, and using his AA12 like a guitar

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt shrugs.

Then goes to find a harmonica. There's nothing more sorrowful than a harmonica.

[Chas the mage]

the elf goes to find a guitar.
there nothing mroe friggin' awesome that a guitar.
((deadtime.
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[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt finds an harmonica and returns to Mr. Bond. Sitting on Bond's shoulder, he plays as he waits for Bond to be lifted out and given to Rabbit.

[Ashen Lilies]

KR-15 goes over to Reinholdt, his menacing peppermintium frame towering over the Kitty. He points his candy-cane rifle at him.
Threat: You will participate in proper Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah spirit, or be minted (http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0615.html).

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe lifts James Bond (and by extension, Reinholdt) out of the bag, and offers him (them) to Rabbit. He turns to the bag. Please don't screw everything up in there...don't want to have to get in the sack with some random elf... he sighs.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit's player giggled at the innuendo, whether it was intended or not...
And Rabbit also giggled at her gift.
Now what to do with it?
Make an undead Bond? Hella cool.

[Reinholdt]

KR-15 goes over to Reinholdt, his menacing peppermintium frame towering over the Kitty. He points his candy-cane rifle at him.
Threat: You will participate in proper Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah spirit, or be minted (http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0615.html).
Reinholdt looks at him. "Inquiry. So what?" Then he returns to playing the harmonica on Bond's shoulder.

[Ashen Lilies]

Since Reinholdt was apparently in the bag, KR-15 climbs out of the bag. >>
He looks at Vespe.
Statement: This one is spreading melancholy.
Query: Shall I exterminate him, Master?

[Vespe Ratavo]

It was very intended. Maybe not by Vespe, but certainly by his player. Also, undead Bond = win.

Vespe turns to KR-15. Nice to see someone's got holiday spirit. You remind me of another robot I once knew. Talked just like that, with speech conditionals and everything.

No, don't exterminate him, not yet.

[Goblin Music]

((Rabbit's Alcohol tolerance == i?))

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt attempts to play the most mournful tune on the harmonica he can. Seeing as how he's heavily drunk, a cat, and never played the harmonica before, it's not working out too well. Might be ok if you're drunk too, though.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Considering as her player just wanted to play a happy, non-angsty Rabbit for once, yes. Her alcohol tolerance was like dividing by zero.
And she totally rocked out to Rein's harmonica playing, while plotting the best way to kill Bond while not destroying his body.

[Ashen Lilies]

Pleading: Please? It's really quite annoying. And he's ruining the Thanksmasnewyearskwanzaakkah Spirit! One shot? Just a small one? To the face?

((@^ Strangle! Strangle! Strangle! Strangle!))

[Vespe Ratavo]

No, we can't go shooting people in the face. However, if you could shoot the harmonica out of his paws, I would be very grateful.

[Ashen Lilies]

Statement: As you wish Master.

KR-15 takes aim with his High-powered Candy-cane rifle and attempts to blast the harmonica into oblivion with a bullet of pepperminty goodness.

[Reinholdt]

The harmonica is split into two pieces by the blast. Reinholdt, having completely missed understanding the conversation in which they wanted him dead, simply shrugged, threw away the smaller piece and plays on the parts that are left.

You didn't think it was possible, but now it sounds even worse.

[Ashen Lilies]

KR scowls inwardly, and reloads his rifle, pouring the contents of a Christmas Cracker into the barrel, as well as another peppermint bullet, before ramming it down with a thinner candycane ramrod (which also doubles as a bayonet) and firing at the harmonica again.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour undeadtimes, the picture finished and perfect.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit continues to stare down her own personal Bond, drunk as hell, before glancing over to Amour with a giddy smile.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour chuckles at Rabbit and walks over. What are you doing to the man Lapine?

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt looks around confused after losing the harmonica, having long forgotten why he was sad in the first place due to the alcohol. "Why'd you take my friend?"

[RabbitHoleLost]

"I'mma make him into...an undead. A zombie. Have meself a zombie Bond." Rabbit's speech, thank goodness, is not slurred yet, but Amour should recognize that she's gone beyond all recognition.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour puts a hand to his mouth to mask his laughter. I see. But if he's a zombie, he won't want to drink his shaken-not-stirred martinis anymore. You'll have to get him shaken-not-stirred brains, and those are a hassle to make. Ah Amour, going alone with Rabbit's totally wastedness.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Bond stares at his feet, wondering if they're serious or not, and lamenting on Vespe's choice of associates.

Vespe turns to Reinholdt. Because you're being sad. And sadness is not allowed here.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour waves to Bond. 'Lo Mr. Craig. Loved the films.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Well, that was that. If Amour liked him, he wasn't going undead.
That just left the question of what to do with him.

...Hat rack?

[Reinholdt]

"I'm being what? I was being harmonica, not sad." Yeah, he probably doesn't get it at this point.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Bond raises an eyebrow. Films? It should be noted that if anyone (especially Amour) can tell this sort of thing, this is not, in fact, Daniel Craig, but the real deal. He also seems to have two hearts, for some reason.

No being harmonica either. Try being happy, fun, drunk, or any combination of the above.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"But being harmonica is lovely!" Rabbit protested, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest.

[Reinholdt]

"What's that? How does one be a concept? One has to be an object."

"See Rabbit is a smart girl. She knows a good Harmonica when she sees one."

[Raistlin1040]

Amour shrugs. Yeah, they made some movies about you. 22 I believe. The guy playing you is named Craig, looks just like you. Spot on. He chuckles. Yes Lapine, yes it is. Gawd, she's fun when she's wasted. Amour should remember that next time she's having a breakdown.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe and Bond sigh simultaneously, complete with synchronized facepalm-ing. It's really quite impressive.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit watched them, her eyes growing wide.
"Oh mai gaw-Amour. You guys are, like, twins!"

[Raistlin1040]

Amour looks at Vespe. I...I don't suppose there's anything in there for me? He asks, nodding at the bag. Kind of pointless thing to ask, considering he could just make anything he wanted. He rolled his eyes at Rabbit. She was seeing double. Lapine, we're going to go home soon, alright? I think Birdie misses you. He offered.

[Reinholdt]

"No, no, really. See Bond here. He's a pillow with a gun under it right now. He's a pillow cause I'm on him and a gun, cause he's Bond. The guy with the gun you know? Golden or something."

Reinholdt points at Vespe. "And you. You're a clock. yeah. One of those coocoo clocks that's so annoying cause it wakes you up every hour. But you're not annoying like that, I'm just saying."

[Vespe Ratavo]

Let me see... Vespe reaches into the bag and pulls out a violin made of gold. He struggles to heft it with both hands. Erm...a very nice item, it is, can't say much as far as practicality. Want it? He turns to Reinholdt. What were you drinking? Because I really want some.

Oh, that's right, the golden gun. I've got two, actually, one's a .45, and the other breaks up into a lighter, and a pen, and such.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour chuckles. At least it's not a fiddle. Naturally, he has no problem lifting it.

[RabbitHoleLost]

At that point, Rabbit merely leaned against Amour.
"So, are you Violin now? Because I'd really like to be something, too, if that's the case."

[Reinholdt]

"Oh, I'm so going to borrow that second pen option you mentioned. Mind if I borrow it, cause I know I don't."

[Vespe Ratavo]

The violin shifts shape into an electric guitar. It doesn't get any lighter, not that Amour would have any trouble with that. Oh, that's right, I think that's the one that changes shape. Lots of my things are like that...they change shape and they're bigger on the inside. I wonder if you can open that up... He places a hand on his chin, considering this.

Bond pulls out a gold cigarette lighter, a gold cigarette case, a gold cuff link, and a gold pen, and hands them to Reinholdt.

[Ashen Lilies]

Query: Can I kill him now master?

[Raistlin1040]

Amour patted Rabbit's head. Of course, what would you like to be?

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Mmmmmmm, dunnoooo." Idly, she wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling her face against his shoulder.
"Mmmm, streeeet lamp."

[Boo]

A fiddle is thrown across from the street (or room, haven't been following since it's 8 pages long now) at Vespe. Antony is running from the source of the thrown instrument, having been eavesdropping, and waiting for a good time to throw something at someone. "Ye've no taste at all! What can ya do with a gold instrument?! It be soundin' terro like me da' in his sleep!"

[Reinholdt]

"Yes! I have Bond gear. I'm the cat's meow now!" Reinholdt starts aiming the pen randomly around like a weapon. Considering it's Bond gadgetry, it might be.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour smiled. Sure she was totally smashed as hell, but it was nice to see her happy and affectionate. He conjures a small hand-held, working streetlamp, and held it out to Rabbit. There you are, you are now streeeet lamp.

[Vespe Ratavo]

((Deadtime))

Just so this isn't completely OOC, Vespe Claus disappears, and Bond turns perfectly still, with both hands extended outward. Hat rack? :smallconfused:

[RabbitHoleLost]

"M'totally FUBAR." Despite her words, Rabbit giggled in pleasure and placed the mini street lamp on Bond's head, before turning to Reinholdt.
Kittie Kittie..."

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt points the pen at Rabbit before holding it upwards, posing as if it were a gun. "Yes, yes?"

[Raistlin1040]

Amour totally cracks up. After a few minutes of amused laughter, he calms himself. Come on Lapine, let's go home. He offers his hand out to Rabbit.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"Nnnn, bye-bye." Rabbit waved to Reinholdt before taking Amour's hand, weaving her fingers through his.

[Raistlin1040]

Amour smiled and the two disappeared, reappearing in the Temple.

[Reinholdt]

"Huh? Oh. Bye-bye." Reinholdt waves good-bye, pen in his hand. As he does so, the pen fires off a rocket straight upwards. It explodes in the night air with dazzling red and green fireworks that can be seen clearly in the cloudless sky, even as far as Amour's temple.

((well deadtime then. Reinholdt will keep watch over hat-rack Bond and the street lamp))

[Boo]

"Bup! Me chance be stolen by fate!" He kicks the snow where Vespe was, while his fiddle is splattered against a nearby wall. "Ah well, better to make the best of a terro night!" He pulls out another fiddle from his satchel, and begins playing.

Oh yes, Raistlin, he plays the fiddle! Good thing Amours gone, though. :smalltongue:

[Raistlin1040]

Amour would appreciate it, it's music. He was merely referencing the 'Fiddle Made of Gold' line from The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

I however, would not appreciate it.

[Darkcomet]

DC gets up and leaves.

[happyturtle]

Aww... I was going to send Turtle to bump into him here.

[FireFox]

Sam undeadtimes and delights in the fact that she's alive. This joy quickly dissapates the second she realizes she doesn't have any of her guns or knives on her. So she just stands around and glowers while she tries to think of something to do.

[TwoBitWriter]

Plot Clone Jonlas undeadtimes.

"Hello, Turtle... would you like some egg nog?"

[FireFox]

Sam looks over at Jon and then, deciding he's not talking to her, makes up her mind to leave this place. Which she has to do on foot...
...And she comes back a minute later after encountering the dire winter.
She is now cold and annoyed.

[TwoBitWriter]

Shrugging, Jon decides to follow Rabbit and Amour, as he was instructed. He shifts into a robin and flies away.

[happyturtle]

"Hi Sam," Turtle says. Since she didn't know Sam had been killed, she isn't particularly surprised to see her alive. She takes a candy cane off of a tree and sucks on it.

[FireFox]

Sam looks up at Turtle and gradually begins to recognize her. Er, hello... where are we?

[Darkcomet]

And DC's back again.

[happyturtle]

"Not far from GLoG, if you want to go there. But you'll need some sort of protection from the cold. Hi DC." Turtle says.

[Darkcomet]

It should be noted that DC looks far less gloomy than usual.

Oh. Hi, I guess.

[FireFox]

Great... Yeah, I noticed...
Sam shivers and checks out DC, looking for weapons and the like.

[Darkcomet]

None visbile, though from the looks of him, he probably has a concealed weapon.

And he does.

[happyturtle]

Turtle is weaponless, except for the candy cane which is being sucked into a point. She shrugs off her coat and hands it to Sam. "I don't really need it." She smiles at DC. "Feeling the holiday spirit?"

[Darkcomet]

I guess...

No, he isn't going to say anything about PEACE. That would be... Suicide.

[FireFox]

Sam takes the coat and smiles. Thanks, I'll get it back to you after I go home...
She then sets out for GLoG, her first stop.

[happyturtle]

"I'm glad," Turtle says. "You seemed awfully down last time we spoke."

[Darkcomet]

For once, it seems like fate doesn't hate me after all...