Holiday Mingle~

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Tis the Seasun

Do you remember what it was like to get your first postcard? Maybe you don't, maybe you never got one at all, but no matter where you are, no matter WHEN you are, you'll find a particularly festive one slipped under your door, pillow, accompanied by a tinny meow.


Maybe that rings more familiar.

Should you check the RSVP box YES on the back, you'll find youself whisked away to the nebula of the island you once called home. It's still purple and spacey, but there's holiday decorations to be had through the work of some festive cat bots that have whirred to life since your last visit. Yes, there's at least a few palm trees adorned with lights inspiring some type of cheer.

Since you're already here, why not catch up with your fellow islanders? As always, there's food for you to enjoy courtesy of the catbots, and there's even tasks if you feel like doing them for old times sake (or for the cool swag). There might even be a new face or two in the crowd, interdimensional invitations are a bit tricky to wrangle even if you're not a repurposed kittybot.

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TASKS:

Someone's kissing—
There's mistletoe here, mistletoe there, there's mistletoe everywhere all at once due to the portals, so get smooching!

Naughty or Nice?
Tell someone about what you've been up to and let them decide whether you were naughty or nice this year. Stickers included☆

Gingerbread Dreams
Put all that gingerbread to good use and build your own vacation home. Or eat it.

REWARD FOR ALL TASKS: Killer merchandise from the "island's" official sponsor✨.

((OOC: Happy Holidays, have a holiday mingle! In addition to anyone played in Last Resort, if you'd like to bring another character for shenanigans, have at it! This mingle is open to anyone in the LR server in keeping with the cozy island vibe. ))

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[idologue]

[ Despite her player's failure to notice the U-pinion post, please assume that Lacus has been active in the group chat! Though worrisome at times, her friendships to other universes have become a reprieve for her when the weight of her responsibilities rests too heavily on her shoulders. So of course she's going to attend a holiday party - however ominous the invitation feels!

She's... uh, let's say she's dressed for the occasion. She's got her gaggle of Haros with her, bouncing all around the room. Please don't trip on a little orb robot!

If you pass by Lacus, she'll put a sticker on you. Possibly even on your nose. Without hearing you out on your good or bad deeds. Sorry. Whether the sticker is 'naughty' or 'nice' varies depending on the person, but she'll give the same playful smile with both of them. ] It's good to see you!

[ Later in the evening, you can find her very focused on building what appears to be a gingerbread castle for Haros. The Haros are crowded around her, flapping their ears and commenting exciting things like "Lacus! Lacus!" and "That's a problem!". You are invited to help her in creating Harotopia..... or eat her work, that's also fine.

And at any point of the evening, there may just be a mistletoe hanging over her head. There's 34 kisses on the fucking counter and she is not one of them. Save her!

... or wildcard me something. That goes too. ]

mistletoe (i'm sorry lacus)

[thefirsthouse]

[Alecto, a blonde woman standing at what is at least six foot five, a tower of muscle and blonde curls and perfect looks. The ideal of femininity, the flawless doll, turned into a weapon of revenge and hatred. It is a face that nobody has seen before except on the plastic packages of a Barbie doll.

And she approaches Lacus, rips the mistletoe from the wall, and eats it wordlessly in a single bite.]

Littlest Lake. It has only been a fragment of a second since last you were in my eyes.

[And those eyes are unrecognizable. Where once they were an eerie but dazzling bright gold, now they are a pitch pupil-less black. She wonders if the littlest lake was standing underneath her flayed flecks of skin in the hopes of being devoured. That is the holiday as she remembers it.]

help. she knows how to make an entrance

[idologue]

[ This is... well, it's startling. Between the completely unfamiliar physical appearance and the... is mistletoe edible? It's not edible, is it?

Actually, even asking that question gives away who she's dealing with, doesn't it? And it's only the blink of an eye until the 'nickname' confirms it. Where Lacus had been blinking in confusion before, she breaks into a smile. ]

Alecto. It felt like way too long to me.

[ She really looks nothing like Nona now - but then, Nona never looked like Nona either, did she? Whoever Harrow is, she's far more of a stranger to Lacus than Alecto is. ]

Is this your own body?

[thefirsthouse]

[Of course it felt like too long to the Lake. She is a little baby freshly out of the womb. She isn't even a century old yet.]

'Tis a hideousness.

[She says harshly and immediately.]

My own body is the sweet dirt and the delicious rock, the bark and the tree, the worms, the flies, the cities carved from my bones and the magnificent roots beneath my crust.

This is what I have been reduced to. A doll. A barbie girl in a barbie world.

[idologue]

[ Talking to Alecto is always a little sad, both for who Alecto is and for who Nona was. Nona and not Nona. A precious friend. ]

It won't cast you out, then.

[ That is the minimum one should expect from a body, in any case. Lacus understands and yet doesn't understand the feelings one might have about living in a doll body. As an idol whose appearance is marketing, whose existence is propaganda, whose name has long ceased to refer to the girl within... But not as a planet, not as something so old and so powerful, trapped quite literally in her form.]

And it's a good size to greet you properly.

[ That's the only genuine upside Lacus can think of, but it's a decent one.

Alecto is getting a hug. ]

[thefirsthouse]

[She can see the grief in the Lake's eyes. The sadness she saw in Palamades and Camilla even before they died and became something new, leaving her alone. She remembers Lacus, from the period where she was something else. Lacus never wanted her to be anyone but herself.

Anyone but... Nona. The name is a distant memory, despite having only been less than a blink ago. Were she in her body, it would've been less time than it took her to spin. Why does the feeling feel hollow and raw?

Alecto hates being touched. She hates being in a body that people look at with desire and lust. She hates being Annabel Lee. But she can smell the Little Lake's hair. She thinks she wants to eat it. All of her. Consume her and hear and feel her bones snap and crunch. That is, after all, how meat loves meat. Instead, she awkwardly returns the hug and squeezes her.]

Do you mourn for me still?

[And then, treasonously, a small part of her feeling slips out from her perfect teeth. A feeling she cannot understand. A lie she can never stop telling.]

I still love you.

[thefirsthouse]

[Christmas. She remembers this holiday. It was so grand that even she had to pay attention to the lights, the trees, the joy, the fighting, the misery, the advertising, the wonder of children so small and so young.

Ginger and peppermint, Christmas trees and wrapping paper made from her beloved trees. Did the planets inhabited by her murderers have Christmas? She doesn't remember. It is not as if Nona would have lived to see it.

So as Alecto wanders the familiar island, she picks up a snowglobe and eats it. Her eyes are pitch, gone are the gold she once gifted to John, now it is her own eyes. The eyes of the monster. And they are still fucking hungry.

She doesn't bother with the tasks - she doesn't really want to do the work today - as they are for fools. But she will look at the people she spent a few blinks of time with and ask.]

You are still alive with your tiny lifespans.

[That's... all. It's not Nona's voice. It's not Nona's body. It's not even Nona's eyes. It is a hideousness that used to be Nona that used to be the Earth.]

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Ah yes, Alecto hasn't changed. In the ways that matter, that is.

Merlin catches her eating up a snowglobe in that unique way of her that gives off the vibes that she doesn't fit in with the crowd because of the strange action taken by her part, but he doesn't bat an eyelid either. When someone gets to be his age and has been around as much as he has, there are more shocking things out there. ]

Tiny?

I wouldn't call my kind of lifespan tiny~

[ Their chats have definitely happened, even if cordial would be a strange thing to call them at all. Perhaps odd is the word for it, but Merlin himself is an oddity, so is that much of a surprise? ]

Anyway! Have you been up to anything interesting lately?

[thefirsthouse]

[Of course she hasn't changed. She is as unchanging as the rock, the earth, the sea. To change is to die. To be corrupted. And she is long dead and long corrupted by rage where once there was harmony.

Her eyes narrow at the wizard, a flicker of confusion on her picturesque face.]

How old are you? A few centuries? The blink of an eye? It is all the same.

[She growls in contempt, though - at this point, it's pretty obvious that that's just how she is.]

I have been staining the stars with my love. I have begun taking my vengeance.

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Merlin actually just...laughs at her when she expresses confusion. She must have decided long ago that his lifespan hadn't exactly gone past the length of a normal mortal's.

That's what he finds most amusing about it, really. ]

Hmm, a few centuries? Aren't you lowballing it far too much~?

[ He tosses back lightly, in the same sing-song teasing tone of his. At least he is seemingly used to her, uh, fearsome demeanor by now. ]

How has your crusade of vengeance been going?

[thefirsthouse]

[It's more that she would consider anything below a billion years to be the lifespan of a butterfly. She rolls her eyes.]

A myriad? Ten myriads? A mega-year? It matters not.

[She sniffs, though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious.]

I have reclaimed my soul. Tethered myself to another. I am alone in the universe. But at least He is dead.

Now I linger.

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Merlin can't help being playful even so. ]

A mega-year is a bit beyond my age. I'd probably start to grow white hair by then!

[ ...

As if he doesn't already have basically that kind of color hair. ]

So, give or take some thousands of years, and you've got my age down for sure.

Anyway, you really are alone in your usual universe? And who is this 'he'? Your previous nemesis?

[nullifying]

[ A complete stranger has arrived! He looks more exasperated than anything. He expected the postcard to be some sort of prank by certain individuals (and is definitely muttering under his breath what the hell old man...), but now where the hell was he? Teleported to some Christmas-y Hawaii... in space or something? He was used to Christmas by a seaside country by now, but usually it was so busy with the Foundation providing for the children's holiday cheer, he didn't have time to enjoy them.

Well, it seems a bit difficult to enjoy these trees though, as he looks up and makes a face at them. ] Are they supposed to look...... like that?

[ Of course, instead of PANDRA's doing, this could also be one of those things, in which he really didn't want to participate.

He will, however, munch on the food while he warily stares at the catbots untrusting. At least they were being feed here (and it seemed safe enough), unlike that godforsaken, cursed school. And even more of a relief, that character didn't seem to be around either, if this was that. He looks at the tasks, but declines on them. Yuugiri would've enjoyed the gingerbread houses, but she wasn't here, of course. And who needed misspelled merch? ] ... I could use a coffee, though.

[fourtuity]

[ Another complete stranger here, and to be fair, this time is absolutely her own fault. What was the harm in checking that RSVP? Surely it won't end with more murder, right? Right? How was she supposed to know it'd immediately send her to not-even-a-circus this time!

Obviously, the best thing to do first is to gather info. And where better to get the ball rolling than some random dude with a necklace she thinks looks interesting. It's kinda familiar-looking, and he doesn't look like he's about to shank her. Good enough for a start. ]

Yeah, I could use a coffee right about now too.

[ In fact, she's gonna look for some while she continues talking. ]

Hey, how'd you make it here? 'Cause this sorta party sure isn't an everyday thing.

[ We do not speak about the other kidnappings. ]

[nullifying]

[ Blinks at sudden pink girl talking to him. Well, that's not exactly uncommon, though. ]

Umm, there was that card? I thought it was just a prank from this guy I know, but since he's not here, guess that's not it. [ And other people around seem familiar with each other, so he just is not going to butt into anything, as awkward as it is already. ]

[fourtuity]

[ She nods. Yeah, that tracks. Clover doesn't mind crashing a party and all, but give a girl some actual notice first. (The postcard totally doesn't count.) ]

Hmm, you do look like the kinda guy who'd get dunked on a lot.

[ Not quite bully magnet? Maybe something adjacent? ]

Though I guess I can't say much since I also got a postcard asking for an RSVP.

[nullifying]

Wow, thanks.

[ Said in the flattest of tones, like he's heard that one before. He's used to it, but it's not like he likes it! The only one allowed to tease him was— no, that guy isn't allowed to either, actually! ]

Are you quick to make judgments on people you don't know?

[divector]

[ Anyone here with a habit of looking up? They'll find a certain Ibuki, 20% lured in by the tinny meow, sitting on one of the decorated palm trees. Somehow he has managed to not get his red cape, the only remotely festive looking part of his attire, snagged on any of the bulbs. In fact, his entire outfit is clean and intact, considering the huge amount of squished and crushed mistletoe scattered on the surrounding ground.

Thankfully for everyone, he doesn't have any coconuts to throw. Instead, on a less mistletoe-y area, he appears to be doing a long-range construction of something made out of gingerbread. It could look like a rather lopsided life-sized Athos if you squint. Maybe. He doesn't quite have the artistic skills to back up his ideas.

Regardless of when you're interacting with him, he'll properly greet anyone who doesn't show hostility with a confetti cookie. It's completely safe, if a little too sugary for most people's taste. He's trying, okay.

Of course, that's not all he's here to do, so he's always up for some wildcard shenanigans... After all, Moravia should totally make an appearance as well. ]

wildcard

[handsheld]

If you wanted a cape you should've asked me for mine. [ Not to be confused for the cowl he's already given Ibuki among the many other things, as the cape is a new-ish addition. That he stole from one hero or another but who cares cause it's his now.

Not that he has it on him as he's actually dressed up for once and a cape doesn't go with any of this. Though again, that's not something he knows, you can thank his stylist. Either way here he is, emerging from the shadows like the villain he is, eyes bright and grin sharp with a beat in his step. ]

[divector]

[ And to no one's surprise, Ibuki immediately (and literally—sorry, possible Pseudo-Athos piece) drops whatever's he's doing to wave, grin wide and enthusiasm apparent. It's really been too long, even with all the texts and pictures of destruction and roaming Vectors he's been sending. ]

Hehe, maybe. I thought it'd be funny to try something a little different this week. Someone I know suggested it'd match with that cowl you gave me, but well, I'd rather wear them separately.

[ With that said, Ibuki leaps off the tree he's chilling on, a shower of sparkles following in his wake. Long before he hits the ground, he twirls and shifts into Moravia, now wearing both cowl and cape. But right before the landing, she lets the cape cover her, neatly hiding her as she transforms yet again. Now on the ground, Ibuki's the one wearing the cowl instead, which he arranged in a more scarf-like manner.

Don't ask how long he's been practicing swapping outer clothes and accessories between forms. (Because yes, both of them will wear that necklace no matter what.) The answer is always an unreasonable amount of time.

Anyhow, hey, reunion! Of course, it'd be remiss of him to not mention Tomura's new attire. He's definitely of the mind that the ribbon as hair tie is a great touch, but he's gotta mention something else first. ]

You sure dressed up. And not in pajamas.

[handsheld]

It's not for the "optics". [ His eyes follow them throughout the show, flashy as it is with a wide smile. Villains like shows almost as much as they like destruction, but most importantly, Shigaraki likes seeing them happy. ]

I gotta have cool equips to go 'long with my accessories. [ There's no flourish of his own here since that's not his thing, but coincidentally the light catches off his matching necklace that of course he's also wearing and hadn't taken off. ]

[divector]

[ His flair for the dramatic has grown bit by bit since then, thanks in part to his photography sidequest. And it does show in his attire. While he may not look festive and colorful outside his then-cape-now-cowl, his current outfit is rather reminiscent of a stage magician. ]

Yeah, makes sense. It looks awesome on you.

[ He's certainly more than pleased to see him still wearing the ribbon and necklace, evident by the cheerful glint in his eyes. But even so, that's just a bonus to seeing him in person again. Time passing felt simultaneously quick and slow since then, what with everything that needed to be done. ]

I haven't played one of them in a while, but it sure wouldn't be out of place as the final boss in a beat 'em up.

[handsheld]

[ Well he's not here for the holiday cheer, and he's certainly not here to mingle and be merry, but Shigaraki does show up at some point. Maybe for a change of scenery, but most definitely to see some people since he's mostly been MIA; eradicating superhero society and killing your mentor means even someone like him has had his hands full.

As much as he sticks to the outskirts, his shock of white hair stands out anywhere, maybe even more so with the new style and fashion he's sporting, hair held together by a certain bright red ribbon.

This is the most dressed up he's ever been even with open buttons and overall casual fit, and that's a Christmas miracle in itself. ]

[idologue]

[ Lacus has to refrain from audibly gasping at that outfit. Look at you, Tomura! You can clean up nicely after all!!

As soon as she spots him, she's already rushing over, visibly excited about this reunion. Maybe she shouldn't be, but fuck it, it's Christmas. As a greeting, Tomura gets a 'naughty' sticker to his lapel. ]

Happy holidays~

[ Down by their feet Mr. Pink says 'You too! You too!', which probably means the same thing. ]

You've been awfully quiet lately, I'd been getting worried!

[handsheld]

[ Don't give him any credit because none of this at all was him, he's just overly compliant with someone else dressing him if he likes them. (That and they made a pretty good argument too. )

A blink at the naughty sticker, followed by a lazy, albeit predatory grin. ]

Destroying the world's as much of a grind as saving it, you know. I gotta go for the full clear and all.