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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[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.

[fourtuity]

[ Ignoring that last part. ]

Depends on the armadillo! [ Eh, fine, she'll elaborate a little. ] How else to put it... It's kinda like the difference between a surprise attack and surprise party.

[nullifying]

How does that depend on--? Ugh, I really need to stop getting baited into this conversation. [ He's just going to go back to eating while he's half-listening to this. ]

[fourtuity]

Sure thing, boy scout. You know you're curious about how much the old man talks about you.

[ With a snicker, she starts grabbing food as well. Hey, gotta take advantage of free food if it's actually edible. ]

[nullifying]

[ He is but he's not about to admit that, thank you. Instead, he rolls his eyes. ]

I'm sure he only does when he's out of playthings to torture.

[fourtuity]

Since when is he ever out? Jealous much?

[ Munching on something crunchy as if she isn't treating his life as a romcom. ]

[nullifying]

Jealous of what? [ Though he's starting to sound like a sullen kid, which isn't helping his case. ] Being picked on just because your the new one? Getting teased because you don't know how things work around there? Been there, done that.

[fourtuity]

In a nutshell, attention. Yeah, I heard what you just said, but still.

[ Maybe the old man wasn't exaggerating that much after all. ]

You really do sound like a broodin' masochist right now, y'know?

[nullifying]

I'm just used to it, I don't like it! Just how long do you think I've known that guy for? [ He sighs, it's really been a long time now. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Hold up. She had other thoughts before, but they're taking a backseat to that question. ]

Please don't say you're childhood friends, I think I might actually choke.

[nullifying]

Huh??? I'm not that old! [ You're killing him, Clover. ] I'm normal... enough. I don't have his cheaty telomere powers or whatever, at any rate!

[fourtuity]

Oh, good, my stomach is safe from that cursed thought.

[ Celebratory munch time. ]

If it helps, you definitely don't act like you're older than like...22. You're more like a newbie pirate than anything.

[ She vaguely gestures in his direction with her fork before taking yet another bite. ]

[nullifying]

... Thanks? That's flattering, I guess, at least. [ Thanks half-asian genes? Taking a long drink because wow, you stress him out, girl. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Wow, don't drink yourself into a stupor now. ]

Sure, let's go with that.

[ And with that distraction out of the way... ]

So how long have you known him for anyway? Like, 5 years? There's no way it can be a decade.

[nullifying]

Well, it's precisely a decade, rather. Closer to eleven, probably? [ He's so tired. What's keeping track of time? ]

I know that doesn't make a difference to him, but he is 93. [ A beat. ] And before you start, I know it because I get invited to his birthday parties by PANDRA.