Monthly Mingle Log

[thalassino]

Is it that time of the month already?

...No, today is not the start of shark week.

The Station Master's taken precautions to make this month's mingle party nice and laid back, after that rather magnetic week. Today, locals are all over the Plaza starting to put up the decorations for this strange holiday known as "Christmas", and they're more than happy to cheerfully rope any foreigner who doesn't look too busy into helping them.

The food tables are back, albeit with more drink than food. Hot chocolate, gluhwein mulled wine, a huge bowl of fruit punch, you name it, it's there. Foodwise, there's snowflake shaped crackers with cheese and meats, shrimp cocktails, cups filled with green or red jelly, and plenty of cookies to go around.

Near the food tables are the two usual booths, one belonging to the Welcoming Committee, armed with all the information a newbie would want to know, and the other belonging to the Host Club, manned by all the male eyecandy you could ever need. Have they done something special for their booths this festive season? Better sashay their way and find out!

Walking around all the tables and booths is what looks to be a giant lobster(???) in a Santa suit handing out candy to anyone and everyone nearby. It seems the locals don't understand that it's "Santa Claus", not "Sandy Claws."

Finally, it looks like there's been a new addition to the plaza. Was that ice skating rink over there last night?? It certainly fits the theme, and the locals don't seem to be surprised. They'll even help you lace up those skates and take them for a spin. Bundle up and try not to fall too much!

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[fulmination]

_{[Kimblee would be lying if he said he remembered how to skate. As such, he's taken to holding onto the railing, having decided to go without the skates as he makes his way around the edges of the rink. He makes it halfway across before the ice decides to kick his pride, ending with the alchemist clinging to the fence for dear life as he focuses on regaining his balance.]}

Oh for pete's sake, it's just ice--you've walked on this plenty of times back home, Kimblee.

_{[...Yeah, he sure was talking to himself.]}

[crabbygenius]

[She goes skating by and realizes that the person clinging to the fence is someone she knows. It doesn't take much for the petite scientist to turn around and come skating up to Kimblee.]

You know~, it works better when there are skates on your feet.

[fulmination]

_{[He is trying to keep his dignity shoosh don't pay attention to the way he's losing his balance every now and then. If it wasn't for the fence, he'd be kissing the ice.]}

I haven't been one for skates.

[crabbygenius]

[Too late~.]

You know, I could give you a few quick lessons so you're nearly face first in the ice every few seconds.

Otherwise, I'd suggest getting off the ice before you hurt yourself.

[fulmination]

I'll be--_{[Whoops, nearly slipped again!]}

I'll be fine, thank you. I'm just a little rusty as far as my balance goes.

_{[Watch him faceplant later on in the week.]}

[crabbygenius]

You look more than a little rusty. Have you ever been on an ice rink before?

[She's just going to stand there, watching him with a very amused look on her face. As he slowly moves forward, she backs up and makes it look effortless for the most part.]

Are you sure~? It would save you from falling flat on your face in front of everyone.

[fulmination]

There was a pond behind my family's house when I was growing up that would freeze over every winter, so yes.

_{[SCREW HIS SHODDY BALANCE this is not stopping him from pulling his gloves off to dig a pen from his pocket to draw a small transmutation circle on part of the fence, then clap his hands together to activate it. Go go balance stick!]}

Yes, I'm sure.

[crabbygenius]

[She watches as he draws that strange symbol on the fence and suddenly creates a balancing pole. Now that was interesting.]

So, what was that?

[fulmination]

_{[He'll just be using it as a walking stick, because like hell is he going to kiss the ice today.]}

Alchemy. I haven't used it like that in awhile since my... trademark reacts with things a bit differently. _{[He starts to pull his gloves back on, his hand tilted just enough to where the edges of his arrays can be seen.]}

[crabbygenius]

[And the moment she catches a glimpse of that mark, she's darting out to grab his hand and pulling it close to her so she an see it clearly.

Personal space? What's that when you have a curious scientist around.]

And what exactly is your specialty?

[fullmetalfanboy]

[Excuse you, there will be no kicking of your Pride.

Selim was actually staying outside of the ice rink while holding two cups of hot cocoa. When he notices his guardian clutching to the fence, he really couldn't help himself. Crossing around the rink to where he was giving himself a pep talk as he grins.]

Ready to take a break now? [Yes, the other cup was for him.]

[fulmination]

<sub>[Pride. Pride.

He is going to lineface so hard when he gets his footing back--There we go! Once Kimblee is certain that he's (mostly) stable, he eases his grip on the fence.]</sub>

Har--

_{[Whoops, there goes his pride again as his foot slips and he narrowly avoids smacking into his lifeline. HE MEANT TO DO THAT...]}

...Fine.

[fullmetalfanboy]

[Juuuuuust this face Kimblee.]

The rink is going to here until the end of the Holidays. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to practice, Uncle.

[Can they record all the attempts and make home movies? They could call it Kimblee's first steps]

[fulmination]

<sub>[Pride do you want to lose your nice little container?




Okay he wouldn't go that far, but he might end up playing a game of Hide-and-Seek-Extreme for awhile.]</sub>

Believe me, if I was here seven or eight years ago I wouldn't be having this problem. _{[The last word was grunted as climbed over the fence.]} Then again, I was used to the ponds around North City.

[fullmetalfanboy]

[Seems uncle wants an encore. :D

Which is another thing he may have to test some day. If you eat a fellow visitor of the city, would their soul join the countless masses inside of him or would it restore him without letting him keep the soul

Won't share these train of thought with Kimblee though.]

It has been a while for you. [Once he was over he will offer up the cup.]

[fulmination]

_{[It's okay Pride, you get first dibs on his body if someone tries to kill him.]}

I'm just out of practice, that's all. _{[He pauses to take the cup.]} ...Thank you.

[fullmetalfanboy]

[Sweet.]

Try not to get yourself hurt. [Taking a sip from his own hot chocolate.]

They didn't have coffee.

[fulmination]

_{[Now with Darkness flavoring!]}

It's very kind of you to worry about me, Selim. And it's quite fine~

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel continues to try to get off of the ice. Without skates and a lot a lot of yelping, Crocker’s body in a constant limbo of extreme balancing] Look out! I can't stop!

[Noticing Kimblee along side the wall, tries to reach a hand out. Please help me?]

[fulmination]

What--?!

<sub>[The sound actually startles Kimblee as he whirls around on his heel as smoothly as possible while clinging to the rail. Unfortunately the sight doesn't register in time, because instead of reacting the way he normally would by Getting The Hell Out, he just stands there.




Crocker, how does it feel to crash into another person?]</sub>

[crackpotcrocker]

[That moment happens to so fast. One moment Denzel was run wobbling on the ice looking for salvation then found himself in sheer agony. On the plus side he stopped?

Denzel lets out a long painful groan. At the moment wasn't sure if he broke anything or not. Just not moving. Just manages to mumble]

Wasn't.... what.... I...had.... in.... mind....

[His mind is so rattled he doesn't even care that his skeleton like body is pressing against another person]

[fulmination]

<sub>[After the initial shock wears off, Kimblee moves to sit up only to be met with a dull ache in his back. He can already tell there'll be a bruise in the morning, but he's alive. Nothing was broken as far as he could tell, but he was still winded. Having someone crash into him like that was the last thing he expected--actually, freezing up like a deer caught in headlights was the last thing, but he could barely think straight the way it was.

Once he realizes that someone was on him, his expression turns dark and he bites back a small growl.]</sub>

Get off of me.

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel was still winded when he hears the growl but responses properly. Though rather then jumping off rolls off Kimblee onto his side on the ice. As he makes groaning noises. Nothing was broken but did bruise himself.]

Sorry. [However comes out winded]

[fulmination]

Are you?

_{[He hisses as he sits up and rubs at his shoulder, upper lip curled into a grimace. All right, Kimblee. Let's just... Carefully stand up.]}

For God's sake, watch where you're going next time.

[crackpotcrocker]

Yes. [He truly was. It was not on purpose. His voice wheezes like he's in pain before blinking at confusion. For who's sake?]

Been trying. Been trying to get off. [Continuing to speak in a wheezing painful voice and stays sitting on the ice no matter how cold he may be]