Comfort and Joy [Holiday Thread - For Fun!]
By
Burning_Brawler_NA,
Posted on: 2006-12-14 10:54 in Roleplaying
"Oh, uh, Essex. . . hey there," a voice said from out of thin air as Essex walked to the next house. "Do you--gah, I'm invisible again, I forgot! Ergh, dangit."
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Rosie would find a thin man in a deep blue jacket and glasses waiting outside the house, moonlight reflecting off his glasses. Odd, since the moon was not out at present. . .
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"Bah, humbug!" Schizophrenias said angrily as he watched the citizens of Paragon City through his television in Castle Lunacia. "I despise Christmas! So much love and cheer and BLEH!"
"End of the world > Christmas," he muttered, scowling and going to sit in the poofy purple chair at the peak of his tower, infinite feet above the castle roof.
"Kyaaah!" Essex squeaked, losing her balance and faceplanting humorously in the snow. Getting back to her feet, she dusted herself off with a sigh. "Hal-chan!! You startled me..." she said, sticking her tongue out at the now-visible boy.
"Do you want to go caroling with me?" she asked, taking his hand in her mittened one and dusting the snow from her scarf.
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"Oh hey, the DJ is here already." Rosalind quipped, nodding to Moonscribe with a grin. "Sorry I'm late. Let's get this party started!"
After a brief fight with the door, Rosie made her way in, and soon a warm, inviting light was exuding from the windows from both candles and electric lights, the smell of cookies and cakes heavy in the air, and the soft sound of the Christmas station on the radio.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"Yeah, you do that a lot." a voice spoke from behind Hal's spot in space, Jenny Ballard walking behind her older brother, who was decked out in a red and white trench coat, santa hat, furry gloves and boots, as well as earmuffs. Jenny wore a warm jacket, baggy trousers, and yellow earmuffs, as well as the same kind of boots.
"Oh leave him alone, Jen. Let their love blossom this lovely snowy season!"
"...It hardly ever snows in Paragon, and you know that John."
"Perhaps so." Experiment chuckled, bowing toward Essex and where he assumed Hal stood. "Evening, children! And how would you be this fine evening?"
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A shadow snaked its way toward the doorway that Moonscribe stood at, materializing to form the skeletal Blind Messenger...
...Who wore his usual black and red, but with a small piece of mistletoe hanging over his head. "...You look boring and weak. Mind if I zombify you?"
Burning Brawler grinned as the last Christmas present was teleported under the tree. He was glad the spell worked this time. If what happened last year happened again, he'd be on the couch for a month.
Pstorm walked into the room, a sly smile on her face.
"Don't try reading my mind, there are blockers for that all over the place," said Burning with a grin of his own.
"How many?" she asked.
"Seven."
She glanced about the room. Shouldn't be too hard to find 'em inside the apartment. "So, where's mom?"
Burning's grin turned to a frown as he looked towards the door. "It'll be another hour. She's still searching."
Rachel nodded. What was her brother doing right now, she wondered.
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Two armored figures silently skulked towards the door. The light from the warm fire inside the house played hauntingly over their rotted faces.
Muck lifted a skeletal hand, and pressed the doorbell.
A woman opened the door, and the family inside instantly drew back in fear as she saw their deathly faces.
Guck nodded to his brother, and they opened their mouths wide.
Oh holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
The staaaaaaaaaars
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth!
It is the niiiiiiiiiiiight!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Long lay the wooooooooorld
Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
.........Appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
The family stared, dumbfounded. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as a window shattered.
They turned back toward their tree and discovered that all their presents were gone!
They turned back towards the Grave Knights in time to see them disappear in a flash of smoke.
Void Brawler leapt over their backyard fence, carrying a large sack. He grinned under his cowl as he faded from all sight.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Dr. Charles, AKA Charles Dark Aura, was walking down the street when he saw a bunch of zombies standing in front of a house vanish in a flash of smoke.
He didn't really care about that though, he just cared about the door being open.
"Time for a re-enactment of my favorite movie...The Nightmare before Christmas..." He muttered. He projected his Psionic powers at the dumbfounded family.
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To the people within, they were now seeing thier worst fears. The screamed and ran about inside the house. Slowly, they sheer force of thier personal horrors imposed themselves on thier minds, and came into reality. A few bloody minutes later, a mob of monsters and creatures started to poor out of the house. They started to sack and raid the entire nieborhood.
A very tall and thin grinning skeleton wearing a striped tuxedo stood on the rooftop of one house, shouting...
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL, A GOOD NIGHT!"
Dr. Charles whistled a Merry tune as he strolled from street to street, repeating the whole process over and over again. Christmas was the busiest day of the year for him. He had to be able to deliever everyone's personal fear to them in one night.
"Haw haw, meri kriztmuz tro'boyz!" Prikker yelled, as Snikker backed the truck slowly into position.
"DYNE FUR EBRIASH!!! SOOPA TROLL TYM!"
And the 18-wheeler's backside opened, and literally thousands of pills of varying sizes spilled out of the back. The Trolls let out a howling cheer.
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"Did you hear that?" A Brick questioned the Volt standing next to him.
"That can't be good."
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Marcus puffed on his cigar.
He'd taken the weeks around christmas off, and he was now merrily seated at his Family Table.
The fellows surrounding him were all carrying large automatic weapons.
"Ey, 'eres to da Marcone fambly!" An Underboss toasted.
"H'zah!" A line of Button Men cheered.
"Here here!" Marcus yelled, grinning.
He loved the holidays. It was such an innocent time.
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Curtis ambled through the snow, his Gunslinger's cowl blowing in the bitter wind.
"Always the damn cold...Always the damn cold...."
He rounded the corner and suddenly practically dove into a nearby nondescript building.
The smoky interior hid a small bar, filled with two-bit thugs and evil elites alike. A Skull scooted over at a harsh glare from the 'slinger, who took a seat.
"Bill!" He yelled down at the bartender, "Gimmie th' special! S'damn cold out thar!"
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Reikoff yawned as he walked across Peregrine, the Delta Four and a Malta team surrounding him. The infantry looked around, and saw no supers for miles. Only a few Carnival stood on the corner.
"Wonder how they don't freeze in them skimpy outfits." One TacOps shrugged, his speech making wispy puffs.
"Bein' cold's a state of mind, [censored]." An OpOfficer growled, "And they's all psychic. So they don't get cold."
"Hey, shut it back there!" Reikoff snapped, "I didn't take you idiots on patrol for you to chat! Keep it moving!"
((More to come 
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((How do I keep getting suckered into these things? I've turned into some sort of sap! 
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"Down, yes?"
Acid closed his eyes as the elevator platform released, the walls of the circular shaft rushing by with respectable speed. Stepping off once it had stopped, he took a deep breath as the heat washed over him like a wave of fire.
Finally, he was back. Time to relax. The bubbling of the rock flowing through the twilit magma tunnels was very soothing, the scalding heat a welcome change. Here, he felt well.
Stepping from the elevator completely, he took towards the ops center along the magma tunnel's catwalk, mounted roughly a meter above the flow that provided all the light this tunnel ever needed, at least for his eyes.
The door hissed open, and Acid wasted no time ascending the short steps to the platform of rock and metal that sat suspended over the main magma pool. He sighed again as he slumped into the chair at the center of the semicircular arrangement of free-floating monitors and keyboard.
An explosion sounded in the distance, though it was really just in the next room over. The large transparent wall had turned black from the many tests by now, and there really wasn;t any point in cleaning the armortroplon up when the next test would only spater it again.
"Sample 114 result positive." a mechanical voice announced, "Catalyst holding steady at 1807 percent initial expected yield."
"Increase strangeness one increment." Acid nodded to no one in particular.
"Understood. Adjusting strange feed to N-D furnace 5 by one increment."
Acid smirked. Yes, Christmas time would be very fun this year indeed. Hotrenor would be getting a load of presents he wouldn't soon forget.
"I love Christmastime, heh heh."
"What's this?" he mumbled with a fake Austrian accent as he discovered a piece of transparencefoil stuck to a monitor.
[Ace - went home for Christmas. I know you don't have any biological family, but I think a celebration would do you good as well. Al's sword dropped off something for you. Merry Christmas, the Doc.]
"Hehe." Acid commented as he reached for what stuck to the foil, wrapped in a red material with a gold bow on top. Tearing into it, he found a piece of paper, once more coated in transparancefoil - an invitation, no less.
He had just enough time to read it before the paper ignited. Apparently, he'd torn through the foil as well when he'd 'unwrapped' the thing. Oh well, he'd gotten the message, that's what mattered.
Acid smiled regardless. Yes, why not indeed. Now that the quantum state feed was fully automated and no longer hiccuped every five minutes, he had some time to spare.
"SENECA, do me a favor and finish up here." he requested as he headed for the portal terminal, "I do believe I'll be taking this evening off..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"Sorryyyyyy. . ." Hal grumbled, his green smoke bursting into view. His hair was white now, and he wore a long red and white scarf in place of a cape. He had clearly decorated himself for the holidays. "And I'm NOT a child, Experiment. Well, I guess technically. . . I really better stop talking, sure Essex, I'd love to go caroling with you."
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"Oh, if it is all the same to you," Moonscribe remarked casually to Blind Messenger as he approached, "I would rather not. But you may feel free to try, if you insist. However. . . I would rather enjoy the party."
He turned with a swish of his coat to follow Rosie inside. . .
"Hooray!" Essex chirped cheerfully, scooting around Hal and turning him around by the hand and taking Experiment's hand in her other one. It was a little unnerving not to see puffs of steam come up from her breath, as she didn't really breathe, but it was all right.
"And sir Experiment and Miss Jenny are here too!!" she practically sang. "Hooray!"
At Experiment's question, she nodded in turn. "I'm doing very well sir! And how are you and yours tonight? Are you here to accompany us?"
She shoved against Hal playfully with a grin. "You choose the next carol, then. I think I scared the last family with my song about programming."
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"C'mon in, c'mon in." Rosalind said grinning at Blind Messenger and Moonscribe. "I set up everything in advance 'cause I knew I'd probably be late. Can I get you guys some cider? Cocoa? Squeaky newspaper?"
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"Pardon me." Charles said as stopped just a few feet short of Halucinogen as he turned off his stealth. "Didn't see you there.
Then he turned to the window of the nearest house. For a moment his eyes seemed to shine.
The entire house exploded in a fountain of blood.
"Dear dear..." He muttered, and walked past the group as if they wern't there, still whistling a merry tune.
"Heh, chirpy little thing, isn't she?" Jenny giggled, walking beside Experiment.
"We are doing very well Ess! And... Well, Jen, we don't have anything to do anyway, right? Let's do some carolling!" he chuckled in turn, his trench flowing absently in the wind, seemingly from a lack of weight.
"Its [censored] Christmas, no one to shop for or anything...Well, theres still those people you knew a while back, sent ya an' invite." Darkstorm walked down the street coverd in lights, he seemed to be the only one who walked alone.
He arrived at the door, opening the door he let out a sigh, "Hey everyone, da D is back. Dont worry, there will be no anual sucide watch this year...hopefully."
"Really?" Blind muttered, sighing in depression. "Damn. The suicidal ones always give the best blade users... Well, if they cut themselves."
He skulked into the party area, 'frowning.' "Though, if they hang themselves, they are almost impossible to decapitate..."
A figure in an unassuming gray cloak slowly but steadily made its way towards a certain building in Siren's Call, candles flickering through the windows and an almost overpowering sweetly smell emanating from every crack.
That had to be it.
Raising a clawed hand covered in leathery, deep-green hide, the figure knocked thrice...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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There was a loud crunch from outside the lake house and a battered Longbow officer slid off the room and hit the ground with a dull thud.
"Decks the halls and stuff," Brutish Ghoul said as he jumped down next to the officer and threw him back onto the roof.
Dusting off his hands and adjusting his red and green earmuffs and scarf, Ghoul stepped inside and gave Rosie a wave.
"Sup, dog?" he said before he grabbed a tree shaped cookie off a nearby table and snarfed it down.
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"Jingle bells, Statesman smells. Sister Psyche laid an egg! The Phalanx mobile lost a wheel and Lord Recluse got away-AY!" sang Solid Shot as he sped down the streets, his boot thrusters on full.
With a high pitched roar, Solid shot by Essex and the others, probably knocking off hats that weren't held on securely.
"MERRRRRRY CHRISTMAS!" Solid shouted as he did a u-turn and flipped throuhg the air once before landing with both arms held out to the side like a dismounting gymnist.
"Sup, kids and adults?" the android asked, heedless of any damage his fly-by had done.
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OOC: More later.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Blightlord held a small present in his hand, it's dark green wrapping secured by a black and purple ribbon. "I believe I have exactly what I need," he said.
"This is why you let Void Brawler borrow Muck and Guck?" asked Grime with a skeptical stare.
"Yes. Observe."
The mirror slowly melted into a view of Void Brawler. Or, at least, the sack he carried. Blightlord pressed the present against the glass. It sank through, and a new lump was seen inside the bag.
Void Brawler became visible once more in front of the party house. He knocked three times and stepped inside with a wide grin.
"I brought presents!" he said cheerfully, dropping the sack and letting them all spill across the floor, the little green one rolling off the top of the pile to a corner of the room.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Rosie smirked as more people began to filter in, her tail beginning to wag furiously at the sight of Ghoul.
"Ghoulie-ghoulie!!" she yelled. "Merry [censored]' Christmas!!" The were-human barrelled into the large bacterial 'undead' as large dogs often do. "Good to see you could make it!"
When Void Brawler and the ghost twins came with presents, she smiled broadly. "Awesome! Pull up a cup y'all, and hang around! Let's get this party started, aww yeah."
Walking past AD and patting him on the back with a grin, she nonetheless paused at the sight of Blind Messenger with mistletoe over his head. "Hehe, mistletoe." she said with a smirk.
The next thing Blind Messenger knew, he was being smooched quite enthusiastically. Rosie didn't seem to care about his skeletal state, but after an awkward moment she released him and made a face.
"Listen, bucky." she said, sticking her tongue out. "I've put a hell of a lot of things in my mouth that don't go there. I'm a dog, that's what I do. But I have NEVER...EVER. EVAAAR. Tasted something that nasty before."
She reached into her pocket and dug out a five dollar bill, pressing it into Blind Messenger's skeletal hand. "Go buy a toothbrush for Christmas. Bleh."
With that, she grabbed a gingerbread man and shoved it in her mouth, following it down with a liberal gulp of hot apple cider.
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"Ah..." Essex said, looking dismayed at the house that seemed to have 'exploded in blood' near them. "I really, really hope that's Christmas cheer. <_<"
When Solid streaked over them, she laughed, cringing a little and holding onto her earmuffs as her hair was tossed about.
"Hello sir!" she called out. "We were just about to go up to this house and carol. Do you want to come along?"
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
"Oh, hey Solid!" Hal said, grinning in a half-disbelieving manner. It was the expression Solid saw most often.
"Uh, yeah, we're going caroling," he said, squeezing Essex's hand a little. "You could come. . .if you want. . . and if you, ah, behave yourself or whatever."
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Moonscribe walked into the building, smiling and bowing to everyone, and addressing them with "Merry Christmas, Pharaoh," or "Merry Christmas, Priestess," or whatever greeting was appropriate for their identity in his eyes. Somehow, even inside the house, the moon shone in his glasses, but most would likely assume it was the lights inside if they did not look closely.
Void Brawler snickered at Rosie's reaction to kissing Blind. At least it wasn't Muck or Guck under their. Kissing one of them woulda been fatal.
He grabbed some cider, and walked over to Ghoul. "You look familiar somehow," he said.
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Danica sighed as she walked into the apartment.
"No luck?" asked Burning as he started the fireplace.
She shook her head and sat down.
"I know it's hard, but you really should cheer up. For Rachel," he said, sitting next to her.
"You're right, I just... I don't know what we did wrong."
"Call the other parents crazy for putting trackers in their kid's fillings?" said Burning.
Arc ID: 475246, "Bringing a Lord to Power"
"I'm only a simple man trying to cling to my tomorrow. Every day. By any means necessary."
-Caldwell B. Cladwell
Charles Dark Aura returned to the Black Heart hospital with an armful of various organs. Emily stood by a large ten foot tall vat packed with them. It was horribly unsanitary, but that didn't seem to bother them.
"Here's the last load. 500 differant fresh organs ready for implanting." Charles sniffed. He hated helping others out, even when he did get to kill people.
"Who is our client again, by the way?"
Emily glanced up from a checklist. "When I asked him he just paid me more to shut up. I don't care if these organs are used to save Statesman himself. Money in Money." She said dismissively, before turning back to her list.
"You could have read his mind at least..." Charles grumbled, dumping the organs into the vat using his telekineses.
"I did. There was a blocker in place. Kept repeating the word 'Crimson, Crimson, Crimson,' over and over again."
Charles shrugged.
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Charles dark aura had slain 500 differant people that night for thier vital organs. Little did he know, that this donation was going straight to Long Bow. Agent Crimson didn't exactly know who Emily and Charles were, so assumed it would be safe to simply order the needed organs from them. Once transfered to the nearest Long Bow base, all the organs would be replicated and used to save the lives of various Longbow troops who fought super-powered villains every day.
Charles may have stolen 500 lives, but he had also saved over 5000, perhaps many more in the process. If he ever found out, he would be extremely irked.
Everyone at the party heard a sudden clatter as someone literally dropped in, via the chimney.
Anna Nethema landed on the fire and rolled out unburnt. Wiping some soot off of her short red skirt, trimmed with white fur, she hefted the red bag of gift back over her shoulder and adjusted the oversized santa hat which would have falled down over her eyes had her horns not been propping it up.
"Ho ho ho! Mind if I drop in!" She said joyfully as she made her way towards the crowd and threw the bag on the floor before them.
Before anyone could look inside, Cobalt Stinger popped out of the open top, despite the bag being smaller than her body. She had a black and green scarf wrapped around her neck and shoulders and held out a wrapped gift box towards the closest person.
"Merry Christmas!" She shouted with a grin.
Bear stumbled in out of the cold, a Sting Agent following him in, and promptly running the hell away at the sight of all the villains at what Will had promised would be a great party.
"Pussies, I swear." Bear shrugged at his fleeing comrade.
"Rosie!" He yelled, "Hey!"
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"Target sighted."
"What is the plan?! Shall I infect them? Do we want to see them bleeeeeed?"
"Agent Drechi, I calmly request you cease your insanity." Miich growled, making a facial expression that would accompany the rolling of his eyes, if he could roll them."
"I will take this one."
"You are positive you can handle it?"
"Of course."
"Very well, Scorpion Rulaag, best of luck."
And with that, the two Osh'Kan Mercenaries became wisps of mist in the wind, flying off to their next target.
Rulaag set down his binoculars, and under the cover of a heavy veil of snow, stalked closer to his targets..."
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"Ah hah!" Rulaag yelled, jumping suddenly from the thick snow that had suddenly surrounded Essex's group, and landing next to them. "I have located you!" The Alien yelled triumphantly as the snowstorm began to subside. "Ah, greetings, Mecha Solid Shot." He nodded to the Assault Drone, then turning to Essex and Hallucinogen and taking a step back.
"I only seek some...Christmas Cheer, yes? I have relayed to you that they entertain me. And I have decided that, since Drechi is accepting only double payment for our latest operation, that I may take a short break to rest myself."
He didn't seem to have much else to say as he watched the shrouded boy and the robotic girl expectantly, amused greatly by such things as love.
Blind's look of shock was... Well, pretty much the same as his looks of other emotions, but from the fact that he wasn't moving, it was pretty clear he was shocked.
After the kiss and comment, the necromancer simply stood there, dumbfounded as never before. He checked himself over quickly, making sure A. He wasn't dreaming, and B. That the were-human had not somehow fooled him and sabotaged his life or plans...
...But after a few seconds, his voice finally spoke, but the first words were squeaks. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Heh... It isn't my fault that humans do not have clean fingers after death. Blame the dead..."
Of course, he then turned around and summoned a minion. It pulled a bowl full of freezing cold water from its robes and the necromancer shoved his skull into the water. He sat there for about 30 seconds before destroying the zombie and the water in a single blast, twisting his hood to free it from soakage. "*Ahem*... Now then..." He removed the mistletoe, placing it inside his robes. "When I take over the world, I will ensure every female being on Earth and beyond kisses like that. Anyway, back to the party!"
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Experiment raised an eyebrow while Jenny shrieked in joy. "THATWASSOTOTALLYAWESOME!" was her reply to the bike. With his free hand, John rubbed his ears slightly.
"Right, well, at least you impressed someone, eh?"
"Impressed someone? John, you don't have an awesome bike. Yours is about as cool as dad's 1940... Whatever it is. You two are losers. Cool, awesome android on the other hand..."
"...Could be deadly, now calm down." 2.0 finished, shaking his head.
Acid hadn't said a word since arriving. He'd thrown back his gray hood, but the - to him at least - overpowering sickly sweet smell that seemed to be everywhere and anywhere kept him from breathing too quickly right now.
Sometimes, having a keen sense of smell wasn't such a good thing...not to mention the not liking sweets much. The water in this scent pool would take a while to get used to...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Early evening had fallen on Paragon, and as was the way of winter, it was already quite dark. There were a few clouds, but just enough breaks in them that the moon and a few stars were visible, even as snowflakes gently drifted down from the heavens. A thick layer of snow was on the ground, and people bustled to and fro from the brightly decorated shops as they went about their holiday business.
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Among the houses, a single figure was gleefully crunching through the snow, a scarf thickly wrapped around her neck and bundled in warm outdoor clothing. A pair of earmuffs adorned her ears and her large green eyes danced with happiness upon seeing the bright lights that decorated each house. Essex...was out Christmas Caroling. Her brothers had no interest in such things, but it was one of her favorite yearly activities.
Approaching one house, the android rang the doorbell and stepped back. As the door opened, the warm light of the house illuminating the doorstep, she smiled and broke into song.
"The first time I ran my class the compiler gave to me
A semicolon on the last line!
The second time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Public and private statements,
And a semicolon on the last line.
The third time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Three parse errors
Two stream operators
And a semicolon on the last line.
The fourth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Four I=0
While I < 3
Increment I by two
And a semicolon on the last line.
The fifth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Five un-signed iiiiiinnnnts!
Fo-ur infile streams
Three floating points
Two vectored strings
And a semicolon on the last line.
The sixth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Six binary search trees
Fiiiiiive vec-tor types!
Four linked lists
Three includes
Two ifndefs
And a semicolon on the last line.
The seventh time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Seven double equals
Six greater-less thans
Five overloaded bits!!!
Four does not equal
Three or two
while four is undefined
And a semicolon on the last line.
The eighth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Eight jars of advil
Seven cups of coffee
Six pounding headaches
Five hours of sleeeeep!
Four packs of ramen
Three in the morning,
Two different alarms.
And a semicolon on the last line.
The ninth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Nine C++ files,
Eight awesome Perl scripts
Seven Omnis Programs
Six assembly pages
Five Ja-va scriiiiiiiipts!
Fortran really sucks
Three-D AutoCad
Two Pascal Lines
And a semicolon on the last line.
The tenth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Ten is 1010
Nine is 1001
Eight is one - thousand
Seven is 111
Six is one-ten
Fives 1 - 0 - 1!!!!!!
Four is one hundred
Threes one-one
Two is just a ten
And a semicolon on the last line.
The eleventh time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Eleven Goto statements
Ten nested for loops
Nine recursive functions
Eight Do-While loops
Seven Union or-structs
Six null pointers
Five in-line bools!!
Four parameters
Three dimensional arrays
Two class templates
And a semicolon on the last line.
The twelfth time I ran my class the compiler gave to me -
Twelve parse errors
Eleven missing colons
Ten stack overflows
Nine syntax errors
Eight missing data types
Seven access faults
Six linking errors
Five undeclared ints
Four the love of coffee
Three seg faults
Two expected vars
And no semicolon on the last line!"
She finished her Christmas carol cheerfully, Essex's voice high and sweet. The couple who had come to the door to listen to her caroling exchanged glances and unsurely clapped for her a little as she ducked her head in gratitude and skipped along to the next house....
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"DOWN! I said, GET DOWN! In the name of the Soul Police Chapter!!"
A sound of ice on pavement as Rosalind body-checked a fleeing figure into the ground, snarling as her claws pinned through the ice and snow and shredded its limbs off.
"Frosty the Snowman, AKA Jack Frost, you're under arrest for the unauthorized death of the Little Match Girl!"
Pherelith stepped up behind her, sucking on a candy cane and gun over her shoulder. "You shoulda paused more than a moment when you heard us holler 'stop', sucka."
"Oh crap!" Rosie cursed to herself, glancing up at the sky. "Man, I was hosting that party in Siren's Call tonight. I gotta book it, guys. Take 'im down for me?"
"Our pleasure." Emry intoned, stepping up and levelling the Spirit Disruptor cleanly at the now-nervous snowman's head.
With that, Rosalind leapt off to the lake house in Siren's Call she'd decked out just for this occasion...
((OOC: Happy Holidays! This is a thread just for fun. There doesn't have to be a plotline or anything; I've set up a couple activities. Go caroling with Essex (And feel free to embellish any old carol you want to fit your character, as I've done), go to Rosie's Christmas Party, give gifts, drink hot cocoa, smooch under the mistletoe, HAVE FUN!
You're free to come and go as you please. Come carol for a little while, and then when everyone gets too cold warm up for a bit at the party. It's time we had a little holiday cheer around here.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace