Holiday Mingle~

[killerwaves]

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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[nullifying]

Doesn't that sound more like you've met too many weird old men? [ and like shouldn't she be more careful?? ]

Um, that's a long story. He's basically the reason where I'm at now... But how do you know him?

[fourtuity]

Maybe, but I don't wanna hear that from you.

[ This is just her life now: weirdos up the wazoo. ]

Long story here as well, but quick summary: sometime after I got dragged into yet another stupid game, even more dumb stuff happened, blah blah, and he helped me out. Not sayin' exactly how, 'cause none of your business.

[ All anyone needs to know about how they met, totally. ]

So now I poke fun at his dinosaur-aged bones, and send weird stuff over the mail to who I'm guessin' is his crush.

[ She shrugs at that last part as if to acknowledge that the old man's never said that, but hey, close enough in her eyes. ]

1/2

[nullifying]

[ Well, that sounds all very much like him (quickly ignoring that part about some stupid game), ending up helping some teenage girl and getting into shenanigans. He puts his fingers on his forehead because he feels a headache coming on—

Ah, there it is. ]

2/3

[nullifying]

... Wait, you're not Clover Field, are you? [ He thought that was just a bad pun on where the hell Hyoubu was at the time?? ]

3/3

[nullifying]

You're the one who glitter bombed my office! [ Among other very pink things that he immediately threw away. And some really suspicious looking pudding?? But the glitter was there for ages and ages!! He was still finding little corners of glitter, even as recent as last week. ]

[ He's really looking around like he might step on a landmine any second now??? ] And it's definitely not a crush!

1/3

[fourtuity]

Whoa. That's sure me, all right.

[ Holy shit? The world's not supposed to be this small. Why does this sorta thing keep happening? ]

2/3

[fourtuity]

[ And considering how Clover's eyes widen more and more as he recounts his mail woes, she certainly has put two and two together. ]

—Ah.

3/3

[fourtuity]

[ Suddenly, she starts hopping in place, pointing directly at him like a kid at a zoo exhibit. ]

Oh my god, you're Andy? That masochist Andy he's totally tsundere about?

[ Yeah, she's completely ignoring all protests about it not being a crush. She's too busy starting to laugh her ass off. ]

1/2 this is going well

[nullifying]

[ omfg, first of all. ] I don't know what he's been telling you, but I'm not a masochist!

2/3 no, wait

[nullifying]

[ And secondly. ] And stop pointing at me like I'm a circus attraction?? [ Rude! ]

3/3

[nullifying]

[ When he calms down, there's some relief that it wasn't just his imagination. AndHyoubu'sthinkingabouthim?Noshutup.Don'tthinkaboutthat. ]

Of course, he'd make types with people just like him though.

[fourtuity]

[ Not going to be letting up with the shit-eating grin and gleeful pointing anytime soon, nope. This gossiper smells blood in the water and won't stop hounding about it until she's satisfied. (Especially since the alternative is dreading how she's going to make her way home again.) ]

I'll have you know that I'm not a fossil, and that he's the one who came up with the invisible ink idea!

[ Glitterbomb is all her though, she'd be willing to cop to that. ]

[nullifying]

You guys wrote in invisible ink? [ Look, he took one look at that letter and then put it in the trash. With the pudding. ]

[fourtuity]

Yeah, he wanted to tell you to go eat shit. You didn't see it?

[ It's been a hot minute, but wow, didn't they leave some clues about that in the package? ]

[nullifying]

... Why are you guys like this? [ He sounds like 50 years of tired. ]

In any case, isn't that highlighting how this isn't a "crush" situation? That guy just likes to play around.

[fourtuity]

'Cause it's fun. And we had to send that pudding somewhere. [ Especially when it involves poking suckers. But fine, she'll put some actual thought into his motives. (Maybe.) ]

Hmm... Nah, pretty sure he has a thing for you since you're his type.

[ Does she really mean it or is she trying to get a rise out of him? Who knows? ]

[nullifying]

Yeah, a trash bin, for example.

[ Color rises to his face because he's not like some people who are made out of stone. He suppresses any sort weird feelings about that come bubbling up in his stomach though. ] If I'm his type, then everyone is his type. He just likes to mess with people, you've been around him, isn't that obvious?

[fourtuity]

Hey, it was perfectly serviceable pudding! I didn't even send soy sauce with it.

[ Frowning a bit, because wow, he better not have wasted some good (?) pudding. ]

And just because he's quick to mess with people doesn't mean he'll go out of his way to do it? He did specifically name you for a care package.

[ Let's not talk about how they were talking about needing a loser taker. ]

[nullifying]

... I hope you know that nothing you just said was completely innocent sounding.

[fourtuity]

Wow, dodging much? What part of it wasn't?

[nullifying]

All of it! And he'll definitely go out of his way to mess with people, especially ones he doesn't like. [ He's heard the stories from his adult children. ]

Like, I've heard he sent a whole live broadcasting hologram to the savannah just to eat steak in front of his starving... [ Waving a hand because he's unsure what to call Hyoubu's relationship with Babel, until he settles on ] frenemies.

[fourtuity]

Oh, right, them. That counts as out of the way for you? 'Cause it's pretty different energy to me.

[ She seems surprised at the notion that it's totally over the top. Because she's sure seen weirder. ]

[nullifying]

... And what kind of energy is it for you?

[ Listen, he doesn't have the troll genes in him. ]

[fourtuity]

Hmm, kinda like pokin' an armadillo with a stick to see its reaction, but can be higher up on the spite category depending on who's involved.

[ Totally sensible answer. ]

[nullifying]

[ Wow, he really gets why you two hang out. ] Why are you spiting on an armadillo? No, nevermind, I'm not going to get an answer that makes sense.