MERRRRRRRRRY CHRISTMAS!
I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas day, whether you celebrate it or not. I hope this day is fun and filled with laughter and that you spend it surrounded by friends and family.
And to set you on your way, here is the Twelve Days of Fandom video (actually two videos, because apparently Youtube can't handle that much editing in one go). Thanks to everyone who took part — it has taken up two days of my life putting all this together, but it was so worth it. Some of you can really sing! And some of you really CAN'T. The videos I saw were funny, sweet, genuine, wacky, impressive, silly, and some of them were downright CUTE (Melissa and her doggy — I mean COME ON!)
The lyrics were written by myself and Laura Jordan (not Valkyrie-Laura, but an awesome Laura just the same!) and it features a special appearance by one Miss Holly Smale.
Have a great Christmas, everybody.
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It is a good feeling.)
I didn't touch it *smiles*
*Leaves presents underneath tree then walks into snow*
*fishes the ice out the back of her coat*
*and angrily crushes it*
Hello, I have come back now.
...
My good Doctor, you certainly have been preoccupied with neatness, recently.
Yep Anni. It's kind of weird but cool in a way. :)
Yeeeeeah I noticed that too
Amelia: It's the anger that pisses you off I bet.
*Lorcan shakes his head and smirks*
Lorcan: How did you guess?
Amelia: Because of your fists, balled up to fuck and yet the rest of you is calm as anything. I'm the same at home.
Lorcan: Really??
Amelia: *bites her bottom lip* Well... I try to. I'm not allowed swear at home, my mam crucifies me everytime I do. She's not a werewolf. But when I'm training with my dad, you'd think I was part of the royal marines, the amount I swear!
*They laugh again*
Lorcan: Can you control your shifting?
Amelia: Oh yeah now I can!! I was brutal for months, every little thing. And I'm fairly clumsy out training so any rock I tripped over, I was stomping around in full form! But I'm good now and tis not as painful, it's like a vaccination, blink and it's over.
Lorcan: I just kept throwing up the first time it happened.
*Amelia let out a cackle*
Amelia: Dear god I remember!!! Everyone walking around the house on piles of newspaper like the floor was lava just to get a cup of tea.
*Amelia breaks down laughing at whatever picture she has in her head as Lorcan shakes his head at her eccentric personality*
BYE! *disappears in a flurry of glitter*
(I'm off, night)
I have not been "preoccupied" with neatness.
I just would like to take care of my appearance, considering how disgustingly unkempt I have been for quite some time.
(I apologize I am back.)
*Presents ech have name tags on them*
*straightens her waistcoat grumpily*
I'm not . . . preoccupied with neatness. That's absurd.
Welcome back, Ms. Kerias and Ms. Crowsfield.
You were hardly unkempt, my good Doctor.
*Sighs and leaves* Goodbye then
Alexis: *walks down and sees Lorcan with another girl and freezes in tracks* *very uncharestically calm* My bad, I have picked an awful time.
*gives Sir a "Thank you for trying to make me feel better but I know quite well that I looked like Hell frozen over." sort of look*
*Smiles and waves*
Gtg, sorry!
(Bye Robin!!
I'm sorry for my distant ness. I'm doing gifts at my dad's house)
That's true..
Is your boyfriend rubbing off on you?
(Bye Fabi, Ed! *hugs*)
*jaw drops open*
*looks extraordinarily flustered*
I-I beg your pardon, Adra?
(Goodbye, Fabi and Edward!)
Good bye, Mr. Fletcher and Ms. Fabienne.
*raises his eyebrows at the rather wordy look*
BYE EVERYONE LEAVING
I THINK I SHALL GO NOW ALSO
GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS *huggles everyone*
You're all wonderful. <3 *hugs everyone again*
Flustering too?
*Smiles* My my my. This IS scandalous. Hm. Told you!
*gives Sir a "Do you have a problem with how long-winded my looks are?" sort of look*
Bye Fabi, Edward!
Hmm. Is Alexis dating Lorcan?
(BAI LUCEEEEE *cuddles*)
Bye Luci *hugs*
(Goodbye, Luciana!)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh . . .
*desperately looking for a cultured and intelligent-sounding response to Adra*
*Laughs, pulling a red vial of liquid from her bag and downs it*
...
In any case, good bye, Ms. Scáth.
*Lorcan turns around, his facial features looking bit perkier*
Lorcan: Hey Lexi! This is Amelia, she's Drew's daughter. Come sit! We're just talking boring things really.
*Amelia smiles at Alexis*
Amelia: Oh yeah, just werewolves and goblins and all that Harry Potter stuffs.
Uh . . . uh . . . Adra,
Adra I rather resent that kind of remark.
*has turned a deep pink color*
Adra, is it wise to drink that? You will not become intoxicated, I hope?
*Giggles* This is cute. I ought to call him right now
Jayden m'dear, that was a potion I've created that heals and rids of the alcohol.
So.
It is very wise.
Alexis: *sits beside Lorcan for once relaxed* Oh? Interesting. I didn't think Drew had a daughter.
My good Doctor, I am quite confused as to why you are acting like this. You should be glad that Mr. Neurotic finally worked up enough gumption to admit his feelings for you.
Oh. Very well, Adra. I find that interesting, how did you create that?
*squeaks*
You had better not, he's very busy at the League, and besides . . .
*looks appalled with herself*
Hold on . . .
I mean . . .
How did . . .
It's not what you think . . .
I . . .
How the bloody hell did you know . . ?
*looks scarlet-faced*
*and flustered*
*and a little angry*
Are you roleplaying or...?
(We are role-playing, yes . . .)
Ya mars!
Ah. Well. Alchemy.
Precocious, HONESTLY?
It was a shot in the dark
Amelia: Oh yeah, he has me and my twin Alfie. We rocked his world!
Lorcan: Is Alfie a werewolf too??
Amelia: Ah jaysus no, Alfie wouldn't be able for all this. No he's a warlock like mam.
But you confirmed my suspicions
So therefore...
Osmosis
Alexis: *looks a bit more freaked but simply stays quiet*
. . .
*looks down at her perfectly neat and tidy clothes*
. . .
. . . um . . .
. . . He's very particular, you see.
*almost apologetically*
That is your discipline, Adra?
*looks horrified that she's admitted it*
. . .
. . . eep.
So... You're doing it for him?
...
Honey, I think if he still loves you considering the state you were recently in, I don't think it matters.
It is, Jayden. There aren't many alchemists left- possibly twenty... Thirty if we're lucky.
*Lorcan feels Lexi tense up slightly as he gently rubs the back of her hand*
Lorcan: You okay Lexi??
I . . . I don't MIND it.
I like to be neat.
*looks almost ashamed of herself*
(Ahoy mates the Osmosis ship has set sail!)
(Lorxis :
Lol Zaf)
*Sighs*
Alexis: Yes don't worry I'm fine. *looks a bit less afraid*
I . . . I don't want to push him away, or give him a reason to leave, now.
. . .
I just . . . I mean, he likes it when I clean myself up like this. And we're already half-ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble, so . . . I don't want there to be any trouble.
*still pink*
*but a little less flustered*
We're terrified of bungling this somehow.
. . . Well, I'M terrified.
*laughs* I find this to be of interest. *puts a hole in ground from energy* That felt quite well.
*Takes another deep breath, and hugging her tightly* Of course, just be careful... But don't change completely for him...
Yano?
*Looks at the hole, turns her foot, and it closes*
The earth doesn't appreciate being abused..8
*looks down at her folded hands*
. . .
*nods jerkily*
I am sorry. I shall not do that again. *sits down on the ground*
*Looks at her*
Alas, don't be sad. *Whispers* He's yours.
*takes out a pen and begins to write on a notepad, in very neat script, 1500's style*
Mara: *yawns and gets into bed, as Harry follows*
Harry: *sleepily* Move over, boo. I'm practically falling off the bed.
Mara: Please don't. *half-smiles, moving away*
Harry: *whines* Don't move away from meeeeee.
Mara: *sighs* *moves back* Better?
Harry: Much. *puts his arm over her waist, pulls her into his chest* *hums softly
Mara: Nanite Harry. Love you.
Harry: *kisses her neck* Love you too.
((idk nanite x))
. . .
. . .
*smiles a small smile*
*whispers* True . . .
*walks over* What are you writing Jayden?
(Oh, Jayden, when you wrote that, I just . . . I don't know. I just loved it. 1500's style. It just made me think of magazine covers [Forget the 50s, the 1500s is hot this season!] and songs [Let's part like it's 1599!] and mottos [Only a 1590s kid remembers the 1590s!] I just . . .)
(*party)
(Fuck harralieee bye Mara *hugs* And I got a calligraphy kit...)
*Grins widely* Precocious and oscar sitting in a tree. K I L L I N G
Oh! Hello, Grand Mage. I am simply writing, to say the least. What brings you here?
. . . *laughs into her hand*
(Thank you, Doctor. It is the style my character learned to write in.)
But you know it's true..,
So
*whispers* Have you kissed him?
*raises his eyebrows at Ms. Dark*
(My character didn't have much time for such things in the 1500s, so she focused very hard on education in the 1600s and has prided herself on being a scholar ever since.)
*Raises her eyebrows higher at Sir* Yeeeees?
*look shocked*
*claps a hand over her mouth*
Adra!
Ah I get it. I feel like I know you. Would you have met Justaria? (My true name)
Precocious!
What!
I do not believe I have. May I ask who Justaria is?
That's . . . that's quite out of line, Adra. And absolutely none of your business.
*flattens her hair*
Perhaps you should not pry so, Ms. Dark.
Never mind. I was curious.
So a yes, then.
Sir, it's my job as her wing woman to know
. . .
*looks down at her folded hands*
*quietly* That's absolutely none of your business, Adra. These sorts of things are . . . delicate.
(Ah. Mine was taught by nobody but herself. Her parents died in the Plague so an aunt took her in. So she just read a lot. Then when she was old enough, she went onto learning magic, leaving the house to join the war after her Surge, the thing that surprises many us that she is a Faceless Ones follower. She did not agree with Mevolent's way to get what he wanted, which made her join the Resistance. To thus day she is ban active member of the Church of the Faceless.)
*Sighs, exasperated* Fiiiiiyyyyyyuuuuunnnnn
*with great dignity* Thank you. *nods*
*She straightens her dress, then her lab coat* *Glides off for her lab*
I must go now. *stands, the symbol of the Faceless Ones visible on a chain * I hav-*sees the chain*
. . .
*checks her watch*
*checks her notebook*
. . .
. . .
I HAVE TO PEE.
May I use your lavatory, Adra?
BOO!
*turns* you follow the Dark Gods?!
Greetings, Ms. Sanders.
(Hullo, Emily.)
I do. I find that is no crime.
Yes.
*She sits at a table, taking off her pulsing blue stone with the red heart, placing it under the microscope again*
(Hi Emily)
*checks her watch*
. . . I should go . . .
*stands up*
*drops her black, symbol-studded scarf/van*
Oh . . .
What's happening? c:
*hurries through Adra's lab*
*and enters the first door on the left*
*checks her hair in the mirror*
*washes her hands*
*uses the toilet*
*washes her hands again*
*with scented soap this time*
*checks her notebook*
*which appears to be writing in itself*
*with no pen in sight*
*ink simply fading up from the page*
. . .
*Glances up from the microscope, still bent over it* If you wish, my friend
You....you...
(Nothing really...?)
I, what? (Hello Emily (
*the ink stops forming words*
*and begins to form lines*
*here and there*
*discordant*
*not making any sense*
. . ?
*finishes washing her hands*
*puts a drop or two of vanilla perfume behind her ears*
*flattens the notebook on the counter and studies it closer*
. . ?
Gah I have to leave already anyways...
*She touches the rock, then touches it to a small stone figurine in a symbol*
*There's a blinding flash of light*
*The thing walks*
*Outside of the symbol*
(Ah. Bye, then *waves*)
*the lines are beginning to make a clear image*
You're not writing . . .
*forehead wrinkles in concentration*
You're drawing . . . what?
*her hands feel suddenly dry*
*she washes them again*
*in the surgical style*
*applying more soap*
*the ink slowly dries on the page*
. . !
*wipes her hands on her pants*
*leans over the notebook*
(The law of Equivalent Exchange, Edward Elric. The first law of alchemy.
*nods in approval at Adra*)
(Er, well/ to clarify. I got the idea of alchemy from the show... But I've changed quite a bit :3
CreYS)
*She lifts up her goggles* holy mother...
*is totally afraid so backs away*
Good bye, Ms. Sanders.
Hmm, I have no desire to find our what that means. Zafira, should you wish to talk, find me.
*the ink forms smooth, graceful lines*
*that form a face*
*it's a normal-looking face*
*a few too many wrinkles*
*but he's still striking*
*his hair is snow white*
*and his eyes . . .*
*exclaims in shock*
*takes a step back*
*pushing the notebook away*
*his eyes are like the deepest, darkest sea*
*so black*
*so cold*
*that one can almost see the blind beings that live at the bottom of the sea squirming and moaning in the darkness*
*breathing heavily*
*shocked*
*seizes the notebook*
*tears out the page*
*slams the book shut*
*and tucks it in her coat*
*The creature falls off the table, and breaks. The blue energy floats up and back into the crystal*
Oh my gods... *Grabs the crystal, putting it back around her neck* this is bad..
*runs the page under the tap of the sink*
*until it becomes a soggy wet mess*
*squishes it into a minuscule pellet in her hands*
*swallows it*
*gasps as the ink hisses in her stomach*
*scoops up some water in her hand and laps it up*
*laughs nervously*
*and looks at her reflection in the mirror*
. . . You look fabulous.
*takes a deep breath*
*exits the bathroom*
*cheerily calls out*
Thank you for letting me use the loo!
*Adra, still looking at the stone waves to her, but accidentally in the wrong direction* Bye..
*leaves the lab*
*shutting the door behind her*
*leans against the wall*
*takes a deep breath*
*exhales*
*looks down at the pocket where the notebook is tucked*
. . . Getting real sick of your shit, notebook.
*grimaces*
Sorry . . . shouldn't have said that. Cursing is the refuge of the unimaginative.
*sets off through the snow*
*checking her pocket watch*
. . . I still have time.
I still have time.
*picks up her scarf/van off the ground*
*taps a symbol*
*and climbs into the driver's seat of the newly formed van*
*The longer that she stares into the heart of the stone, the faster she's pulled in, over and over, deeper each time*
*Her mind snaps like a rubber band*
*Shouts, dropping the stone as a large flash of light radiates from the lab- both inside and outside, with a clap of thunder*
*turns the key in the ignition*
*looks down at her mobile phone*
. . .
*sighs*
*presses 1 on Speed-Dial*
(:3)
*ringin'*
*ringin'*
*ringin'*
Oscar: . . . Hullo?
Hullo, it's . . . it's me.
Oscar: Oh!
*sounds pleasantly surprised*
How wonderful!
Yeah . . . how have you been?
Oscar: I've been better.
Oh.
Oscar: I thought we were going to get coffee, yesterday.
. . . I'm sorry.
Oscar: Sorry?
About skipping out on that. I'm just . . . I'm a bit nervous.
Oscar: . . .
(Babes)
*Adra coughs through the thin smoke, a faint ringing in her ears* Ah gods.... *snaps her fingers and a window opens wide, the smoke and dust being sucked out*
*Glances at the stone* Damn..
Oscar: Is everything alright?
Yes! I mean, yes.
You just make me a little . . . nervous.
Oscar: Ah . . .
*sounds a bit flustered*
Ah . . . that's fine?
I just want to be my very best for you, that's all.
Oscar: Of course . . . of course, but, erm, you don't need to. I . . . love you.
*sounds like he's been dying to get that out*
And I know it's cliche, but you are lovely just the way you are.
You make me nervous, alright.
*turns a bit red*
I keep thinking about . . . about 1890.
Oscar: . . . Ah.
You put me in a wheelchair, Oscar.
Oscar: *sounds uncertain* All couples have their setbacks . . .
(Wbd!)
*lays in a ball*
Oscar: I . . . I hope you can get past that.
I was young, and . . . rambunctious? Is that the right word?
I'm not sure.
Oscar: Well, you'd know.
*chuckles nervously*
My little sesquipedalian . . .
*smiles shakily*
I taught you that word . . .
Oscar: And I taught you how to wash your hands properly, so . . .
So we win the award for oddest couple ever?
Oscar: Probably.
*laughs*
*bites her lip*
*his laugh sounds like tinkling wind chimes*
*she was too busy being scared of that laugh before*
*and now begins to realize*
*it's actually rather pretty*
. . .
Oscar: Are you alright? You stopped talking . . .
I'm fine! I mean, I'm fine.
*feels herself getting all hot and bothered*
*and wonders why the heck that should be the case*
Oscar: Oh! Oh oh oh! Did I tell you about the new death ray Dr. X invented the other day? It can vaporize a lion at a thousand paces!
*sounds really enthusiastic about it*
*smiles*
. . . I really love how excited you get about things.
Oscar: *laughs again*
*that weirdly nice laugh*
Thank . . . you? I suppose?
Did you call me for a reason? Or just to chat?
Oh! Yes! The reason for calling!
(BABE)
I . . .
Oscar: Hmm?
I forgot.
Oscar: Ah.
Sorry.
Oscar: No, that's alright. It's a pleasure to hear your voice.
Really?
Oscar: Mmmhmmm.
Oh.
Oscar: . . .
. . .
Oscar: . . . Awkward.
A little bit, yes.
Oscar: Will I be seeing you again?
*looks down at her perfectly neat-and-tidy clothes*
Yes. Though I should probably tidy up first.
Oscar: I'm sure you look pretty.
Er, yes. Yes I do.
*looks at herself in the mirror*
I'm sure you do too.
Oscar: . . . Look pretty?
Yes. I mean, no! I mean, oh dear.
Oscar: No, it's fine. I know how pretty I am.
. . . Did you just whip your hair around like you're in a Loreal commercial?
Oscar: How could you tell? I mean, no.
*laughs*
Oscar: *laughs*
I'll see you later, alright?
Oscar: Are you sure?
. . . Yes, I'm sure.
Oscar: I . . . I love you.
I love you too.
Oscar: . . . That feels so strange.
I know.
Oscar: But nice.
Yes . . .
Oscar: Goodbye.
Goodbye.
*hangs up phone*
BABIES
*sets the phone on the passenger seat*
*looks at it for a moment*
*giggles*
*catches herself giggling*
*mentally scolds herself*
*and starts driving down the street*
You . . . you idiotic lovesick fool.
*bangs her head on the steering wheel*
You bloody idiot!
*smiles the rest of the way to the Midnight Hotel*
Birds...
*quietly*
*innocently*
*the notebook sits in the pocket of her lab coat*
*the lab coat that once belonged to Hershel Coin*
*and inside the book*
*ink begins once again to bleed out an image*
*a face*
*the same face as before*
*the face of Hassle Precocious*
(And now, I must leave you. Goodbye.)
(Bai Anni)
Good bye, Ms. Barnosky.
Hi/bye anni.
(Bye Anni!!)
*Grabs her stone and stumbles outside and into the snow* yuck. Rough.
Fine then. No onexsay hi to me. See if I care...
*one say
My deepest apologies, Ms. Stormberg, I did not see your comment,
Just so long as you know I'm here.
Okay, I think I'm gonna try to do skme slea.
If you wish, Ms. Stormberg.
Greetings.
Greetings, Mr. Ominous.
How goes the passing of time?
Relatively normally, Mr. Ominous.
(( just a quick recap: snow came back from hiding just after lea realized shd faked her death, and onky lea knows she is back))
*snow slowly wakes up and realizes lea and herself have fallen asleep on the couch* oh god... I'm back... *she smiles slightly and gets up to make herself some tea*
Hum hum hum Tee dum
Zaf!
*yawns* *Curls in her snow again* yum
Snow I don't believe we've met.
And that is good, Mr Sir.
Adra!
I like shouting things I see.
((No thrust. We havent. You always disappear when I come on.) )
*Shouts* Hey there, Thrust!!
*Lowers her head down again, looking up at the sky* *Smiles, shuts her eyes*
*lea stirs and s7ts up, wondering if he just imagined snow returning. Them he heres a sound in the kitchen and knows it wasnt* snow...
*he quietly walks into the kitchen and hugs her*
*snow smiles* I missed this place...
lea: ... why did you fake your death?
Well our paths have finally crossed.
That makes it sound like we've been rivals for a long time.
Whattup Adra.
Not a lot, yo. *hugs* You?
Well I'm in New York right now. That's about it.
((" finally we meet mr ominous. Taste my steel!"))
Really? Fun!! How long?
Till Monday!
America has a different feel to it, doesn't it? I suppose all places that are technically new do.
*snow sighs* ... I dont know... I thought I was protecting everyone....
lea: from what??
from me...
:3 that is true.i hope you're having fun!!
In my head I sound British saying that...
*explodes*
*pokes the exploding zaf*))
Er, yes?
*She grabs a plate of cookies and slinks over to Sir* Sir...?
I dedicate this page to hope. Because there is hardly enogh of it.
*pats Adrasdos's shoulder*
Sir is gone , Adra.
(At least I think he is)
So can I take a cookie?
(*raises glass* Hear hear!)
...
Of course. I have a few different flavors
Do not be so silly, Mr. Ominous.
*nods* Sir always is in the background, somewhere. Sir, I was wondering if you wanted a cookie?
Lea: protecting us from yourself? Snow... why?
because... god, I love all of you so much and... I dont know... it seemed logical at the time... I just dont want anyone getting hurt because of me...
lea: never. We can protect ourselves. And we need you... I need you...
(SLEA)
((Slea indeed. :3))
I'm always getting ahead of myself.
*plucks a cookie and hides it*
No thank you, Ms. Dark.
*blinks* Lord, Thrust...
*Mimes picking up a cookie, nothing in her hand* How about an imaginary cookie?
*they stand there in silence for a second*
*then lea pulls snow into a hug*
I... I need to let people know im here...
lea: ... cant you leave it for a bit?
... I guess...
lea: good. *kisses her*
...
The answer, Ms. Dark, is still no.
...
But it's zero calories. There isn't anything there
-time laps, whoo-
*lea sits on the couch, snow in his arms, watching a movie*
*Huffs*
*snow tilts her head back and looks at lea* I really need to tell them im not dead...
Lea: ... *sigh* I know...
come with me?
*he nods and they head out*
(( would someone care to tell me where you all are so the no-so-deceased snow can come and find you??))
*She shakes her head and opens a portal, dropping the plate and cookies in*
*moves towards her lab, distraught*
(Er.. The firepit maybe)
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