There's no place like home for the holidays

[keepsthefire]

Who: VILLA PEOPLE and anyone else
Where: Where else, DA VILLA
When: Starting today, going allllll month!
Style: Any
Status: Open to all, visitors please sneak in a window knock

[Even with the curse going on and the myriad of new arrivals and new residents to that well known house in Vatheon, it's actually been more or less calm there. Not exactly quiet, but calm. Which is always nice to start the month of December with.

So what is your Villa person doing today? Cooking, hanging out, putting up Christmas decorations? Whatever the case, feel free to mingle about! There's plenty of new people to say hello to!]

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[demonicdiabetes]

[ Well, it really was a fine December day indeed. Not that Amaimon would know. He doesn't even know it's December. What he knows, however, is that suddenly there's more candy and that makes him happy. Either way, anyone passing outside the Villa will be graced with the image of Amaimon hanging upside down,sucking on a candy cane and sort of clumsily hanging christmas decorations in the more hard to reach places. Because that's how you get the most out of your pet Demon Prince isn't it? Yeah, it totally is. ]

;n; we need to do shit

[pierrotdemonique]

[ And of course, nearby is his pokemon trainer older brother. He can't access his usual range of spells as he does in Assiah, much to his chagrin but it's enough for him to produce his flying couch and plate of goodies to keep himself refreshed while Amaimon does all the hard work. ]

Maybe a little to the left, Amaimon. You've totally upset the balance otherwise.

[ He's just sipping at his tea which is floating nearby. Do a good job, 'Mon and there's a chiffon cake slice waiting for you. ]

[heartandsoul]

Hey up there!

[Somehow now there's going to be a domestic!Maka to add to the weirdly quaint image???]

You wanna take a break?

[She has cookies and hot chocolaaaaate.]

[symmetrophile]

What are you doing?!

[Hello, Amaimon. That shout certainly did come from the street below, where Kid was just returning from running an errand. A backpack hanging from the young reaper's shoulders laden with parcels of mysterious contents, but what has arrested his attention is the decorating in progress.]

You should be spacing them more evenly! Look at that inconsistent arrangement--you don't throw them wherever you like, spiting the very house you intend to decorate!

[Surely, it's because he can't stand back to see his handiwork, right?]

I'll direct you, just follow my instructions precisely and there won't be a problem.

[darkasnight]

[Upon quick glance anyone might mistake him for Kuro, the little nekomata that roams around the villa. Upon closer inspection they might notice this isn't everyone's lovable two-tailed kitty, but he looks pretty damn close if you don't consider the fact that he only had one tail and the white patches on his face differ from Kuro's. Small details.

Right now he's in the living room, shoving his head into an open bag of chips that someone left on the table. That's sure to make a mess.]

[heartandsoul]

[Hey Night, hope you don't mind



getting scooped up and receiving ear scritches.]

Ah, Kuro, what are you doing? You're going to get all dirty from that and we'll need to give you a bath. I know you want to avoid that.

[oceanbreasts]

[ CAT.

...ahem.

Roxy's just going to sweep in and pick the cat up (she gatecrashed this decorating shindig), immediately cuddling him to her chest. ]

If it isn't my favorite li-- you're not Kuro.

[ blink. ]

Not that that's bad. Just not expectin' that. Got two cutes around here, huh?

[knightime]

[Dave kind of yanks him away from the bag by the tail.]

I'm pretty sure that cats aren't supposed to eat things like chips. Doesn't that fuck up your stomach or something? [Dave sucks at animals. The series.]

[spacecase]

[This will be her first birthday as well as first Christmas celebrated with people that aren't John and the other residents of the Prospitship (and Bec if one counts her time at home) of course she's excited!

And the best thing about space magic is it helps her with the high places inside while 'Mon is dealing with the high places outside. So she's busying herself with setting up the lights (which were thankfully newly bought so they're not nearly as tangled as they would be) carefully maneuvering them in a circle around the tree from the bottom up.]

o/ open for any threadjacking too.

[kringlefuck]

<sub>[ See the window right next to the tree you're decorating?
Yeah.

There's a Grandpa there, pressing his nose against the window and wow stop being creepy jake.
But, he had never seen Christmas lights in person before so he couldn't help but staring awkwardly for the longest time with his mouth wide open before gingerly tapping on the window. ]</sub>

[knightime]

[Jade. Jade. Hey Jade. Hey. Hey.

He wants to help. Will you let him help? He doesn't really do the decorating shit thing, but he wants to help. Plz plz plz plz.]

Can I help?

[Kitchen, where else?]

[keepsthefire]

[Throughout the day with various hands decorating, Rin has taken to the kitchen with several of his thickest cook books, trying to get a handle on some of the more complicated "traditional" Christmas recipes. Like a true chef, he's working ahead of schedule, just so he can get it perfect before Christmas.

This year is going to be quite the epic feast in the Villa, if Rin has anything to say about it.

Currently there's a selection of treats and appetizers out on the counter for anyone to snag and try. He wants critiques, so he's actually allowing people to graze as they walk by.

Clearly this is some sort of holiday miracle.]

[darkasnight]

[Let's see how fast Rin can notice this isn't Kuro. Night hops up on the counter, single tail swinging back and forth as he aims for a butter roll with a paw...]

[Rin and Maka's Bedroom]

[keepsthefire]

[At some point during some evening, Rin and Maka can be found in their usual spot - in their bedroom, curled up and engaged in what they do best - cuddling and reading.

Wait.

Rin.

Reading?!

Don't worry, Rin isn't broken. It's a cook book. He's still trying to find things to make for Christmas dinner later in the month. But he's laying on his stomach across Maka's lap, flipping pages while his tail sways about.

They're of course joined by the one non-demonic fluffy thing in the house - Aurelio the cat, who has taken up his usual spot at the end of the bed and is purring in contentment at being with his owners.

The door is open, though. Why would it be closed? It's not like they value privacy or anything.]

[snagglefang]

[Two tails peek out from over the bed as Kuro walks around to the side to jump up, so as not to disturb Aurelio. Padding over he jumps over Rin to curl up in the niche between Maka and Rin and lays his head against Maka's torso.

Isn't he just adorable?]

the living room!!

[snagglefang]

[If anyone remembers all the hard work Death the Kid put into organizing the living room and into organizing Kuro's toys they would see the room now and... well, probably feel very bad for Kid.

Why? Well because Kuro was currently having a great big blast knocking his toys everywhere and being a generally rambunctious little (demon) kitty. Be sure not to accidentally trip over one of those squeaky balls.]

SOB

[symmetrophile]

[It's all fun and games until--

A book drops out of Death the Kid's hands, hitting the floor with a thunderous slap, announcing the reaper's presence as he had just entered the living room. Oh god.

He just cleaned this!

And now. And now..!]

Oh, dear.

[And that would be Kid sliding to the floor on his knees, shoulders slumping. Kuro, you're adorable as hell, but look at this.]

[Before shit goes down]

[has_too_many_moles]

[Behold! It is the elusive Okumura brother- Yukio! And what is he doing you may ask yourself? Why he is keeping himself occupied by stringing a garland of popcorn around a very small tree that he recently bought. What can you say? Some traditions are hard to break- undersea or not.]

[pierrotdemonique]

[ Here. Have an audience. An audience with four paws who padded in from the kitchen and sitting down just to watch. ]

Not even you could resist the siren call of the holidays, hm, Mister Teacher?

[diehardreaper]

[ He figured Yukio wasn't at the clinic that day so he decided the Villa was the next best place to check. Truth be told, Ronald was getting used to the boy's company for lunch. It just didn't feel right without him. That and he'd worried about his state of being ever since that day with the haunting memories.

So he stands outside, eyes glancing over at the building. The decorations are up and he figures it's just due to everyone getting festive what with it being a good three weeks before Christmas. He had to hand it to them, remembering the holidays no matter what the circumstances.

He'll knock, eventually... but for now, he'll be circling the Villa and admiring what seems to be Amaimon's sloppy handiwork. ]

[spacecase]

[...Hello, lurky man.

Have a dog girl looking out the window and spying him.

Then abruptly appearing in front of him in a flash of green electricity.]

Can I help you?

the kitchen; treadjacking is a-okay with me

[toheirishuman]

[Since everyone else seems to have the Christmas decorations more or less handled, John decides his time would be better spent working on an old Egbert household Christmas tradition: a gingerbread village. Yes, that's right. Egberts don't just do one gingerbread house, that's just not how they roll. It's been years since he's actually done it, and it's not quite the same without his dad here too, but this is something that Needs To Be Done so everyone else can just deal.]

[He can be found in the kitchen all day, first baking all the parts of the houses and fitting them together on the table. Speaking of which, hope nobody planned on using that any time soon. Because by the time John is done with it, practically all of it will be covered in houses. While the baking and building didn't really require much help, there's way too much here for one kid to decorate all by himself. Anybody up for giving him a hand?]

invades your kitchen :U

[overbiterestart]

[Jane had spent a portion of her day decorating the Coral Corral house, and whipping up a batch of chocolate chunk cookies (which were being provided somewhere in the villa as of now). Jane hadn't much of a chance before to tour this little homely establishment, and now that she had she goes for the one place she knows she would feel most at home. The kitchen.

What she discovers is somewhere between extremely adorable, and perhaps something to pull on your heartstrings. But now she needs to make her presence known.]

John? [This will bee the first time they've been together since they first spoke at her arrival. She's getting overly excited.] Mind if I lend a hand?

We're such a pretentious house we even have a personal library

[heartandsoul]

[And everyone's resident nerd girl is busily sorting through the books on the shelves, partly because some other visitors have been mistakenly putting them in the wrong place...

And the other because Rin had taken up the habit of hiding his textbooks among her books as an excuse to not study.

She doesn't have any intention to decorate the place for Christmas, seems a little bit of a waste since nobody really comes in here but her. But Maka will still be in here a while anyway given that she gets distracted by the books she's sorting and starts reading them.]

[shippingmath]

[Dirk's never specifically been invited over to the villa, but he's here anyway. He does knock on the door first, at least, but he doesn't wait for anyone to answer it before heading in.]

1/2

[spacecase]

[What was that? Someone coming in? ALERT ALERT ALERT--]

WOOF WOOF WOOF!

[dashingloyalty]

[Welp. Rainbow Dash has been here for about a week. She figures that her wings are totally back to normal, right?

Wrong.

Down the chimney goes a flying talking pony who is now covered in soot! And she's probably getting it EVERYWHERE on accident. Sorry, Kid]

[keepsthefire]

[Rin is used to weird things happening around him, but even that gets him to jump and dart out of the kitchen in to the living room, brandishing... a spatula.

What? It was in his hand.

Still, he stares at the lump of soot and... something else that's landed on the living room floor before inching closer. Geez that's a hell of a mess... is it even still alive after all that?]

Uhhh... hello... ?

[He might just try poking Dash with that spatula.]

She's stolen a couch in the living room. Yes ignoring the state of the room. Poor Kid.

[seeriouswizness]

[[What is Rose doing? Well she's not decorating anything. She's not making any gingerbread houses or paper chains or anything.

No. Rose?

Rose is knitting.

She is knitting the shit out of a lot of things.

Beside her on her seat of choice is a pile of knitted things. Scarves, gloves, mittens, hats, socks. She's started on sweaters now, with one green one decorated with white dogs in antlers complete and wearing a pink one with light-tangled kittens all over it. Yeah, everyone in the villa can see this and can probably guess what these are going to be, but she has other plans that don't include just knitted things so who cares!

There are also some colored...just. Patches of knitting. Who knows what those are going to be for, but there are a lot of those little rectangles!]]

[toheirishuman]

[And it's the pile of squares that attracts John's attention. He takes a seat on the couch next to Rose and picks one of them up, examining it.]

Sooooo...knitted drink coasters? Miniature dog beds?

[brbomnomsouls]

[Man, how was it December already? It was kind of hard to believe, but then again Soul had come to Vatheon from a different time of year at home so it should be understandable that he's been a bit weirded out. Christmas time doesn't bring many fond memories for Soul, so if you've seen him sulking around the villa and ask why, there's a good chance he doesn't say anything.

He's currently lounging on one of the chairs in the living room, legs hanging over the side of the chair as with a candy cane hanging out of his mouth between those jagged teeth and arms crossed behind his head.]

[oceanbreasts]

[ Oh. Oh, dear. It's a new person. It's a new person. And there sure as shit isn't gonna be any way he's going to be hanging out alone.

Cue one Roxy Lalonde flopping into a seat next to him, legs curled under her and a drink clutched in one hand. ]

Hey there cute, haven't seen you 'round before. Just get here?

come give me your cr

[oceanbreasts]

[ The Strilondes have invaded.

And Roxy is currently in the kitchen, stocking an empty pantry with some bottles from her personal stash so that she has one here, too.

Their ectochildrenparents live here, okay. They're gonna be over a lot.

Don't mind her. ]

have i t

[kringlefuck]

_{[ Here comes Jake rushing into the kitchen.. oh.
Roxy.
He rushes over, tapping her rapidly on the shoulder. ]}

Rox! I just shot down a tree!

_{[ Look at him, so proud. ]}

PRESENT WRAPPING -- idk one of the empty rooms

[heartandsoul]

[Or at least Maka's wrapping presents. She'd be doing it in the library where nobody besides her ends up, but then she'd get distracted by books and start reading them. So there she is sitting on the floor carefully measuring out wrapping paper to cut and put over the next anonymous box. Wrapped presents are already next to her and labeled, scraps have been thrown away. Can't have the workplace cluttered up.

She's hoping nobody comes in and sees what she got for them. Let's see how long this lasts.]

[symmetrophile]

[Good thing, too, because Kid had been in there through most of the morning, carefully inspecting the bookshelves to make absolutely certain none of the soot Dash had scattered around the villa had happened to get into the library's contents.

He was passing by when the sound of rustling paper brought him to the door.

When he finally decided to indulge his curiosity, he opened it enough to peer in at her, eyebrows furrowed. Maka. And what's more, she was hard at work on a project he was certain could be finished with a little more efficiency involved.

The reaper's arrival is heralded by the creak of the door as he fully opens it, striding over to her 'workstation', already beginning to kneel.]

What an exquisite pattern.

[Hi.]