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!

Comments

[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]