Winter Wonderland - 12th Night Party!

[herr_bookman]

Father Christmas returns from the mountains this 12th night, leading the chained Krampus and his former captives. Some of them are triumphant, some hurt and limping, some are huddled with their friends who have been searching for them.

Those entering the bar today will find one corner of it decked out in a minimalist theme of white, silver, and blue snowflakes. Warm, enchanted snow drifts down from the ceiling, disappearing before it alights on the floor, but piling up on the window sills and mantle of the fire.

Snowmen dance outside on a glassy floor, circling and swaying in lines. Should one want a fancier change of clothes after an ordeal in the labyrinth, it'll magically be provided at the door.

[OOC: Welcome to the Winter Wonderland party! It's officially open through the weekend--hope you enjoy!]

Comments

Re: Mock the Krampus!

[anti_kringle]

The monster stares at her dumbly. "Mine," it says.

Re: Mock the Krampus!

[jump_hella_high]

"You ever consider a career as a TV pundit?" she asks. "You've already got the saying-the-same-thing part down. You just gotta keep saying it, and louder, any time anybody tries to say anything different. You could make good money at that."

Re: Mock the Krampus!

[anti_kringle]

The monster sticks out its long, red tongue at her. It is very hideous, and smells of smoke and damp fur. Impotently, it rattles the chains that link both its long-clawed hands. Paws. Whatever.

Re: Mock the Krampus!

[jump_hella_high]

"That's right," she says. "You just stay the hell out of New York."

It's easy to pretend you're winning verbal battles, when you're the only one talking. Coherence isn't even required.

She'll take whatever passes for her dignity and go back to the drink table.

Re: Mock the Krampus!

[anti_kringle]

The Krampus sticks out his long read tongue again before going back to hugging his Christmas patterned blanket.