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*in a corner of the Mess Hall, where he thinks would be the last place anyone would ever look to see him, Domyoji is crouched over a glittery page of paper and laboriously writing out a message. There are various scraps crinkled up next to him and he's surrounded by cutout hearts and little Saturns. Zombie servants are hard at work on a birthday cake*
[there is one shouta-host standing in front of a pristine stretch of snow staring at it thoughtfully. after a moment he turns around, throwing his arms out wide and ker-flops backwards landing with an OOF and a burst of happy laughter. He then proceeds to mar the whiteness with a snow angel]
*you may notice that every single one of the moogles tonight is wearing a pom-cozy.*
*During dinner, there is a man still sitting at his table as people begin to leave, stuffing his face as if he's never eaten. He seems to be near starving by the food piled on his plate, which appears to be at least his second helping, judging by the junk in his beard.*
[The center of camp looks like an outdoor cafe tonight. Each table is set for two, as if camp anticipated quite a few intimate dinners taking place. In the center of it all is a large table, weighed down with Christmas Cake.
[Today in Camp Fuck You Die, on a shallow slope of the volcano, is a four-stage obstacle course built above water, in which there are things... moving. But don't focus on that! This. Is. NINJA WARRIOR. Tests of strength! Endurance! Speed! Skill! Do you dare approach? Or perhaps you're one of the poor contestants trapped in a pen behind the starting line.
[in a VERY SECLUDED* area of camp, there is a lizard-teen studiously looking at a book.
[in the woods you might hear a ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAR
*crossdressing male gorillas are in this post. and they are doing a striptease and also for the dorky guy wearing the party hat*
[Since ancient times the first dark nights of Winter have typically been greeted with some manner of celebratory observance, and even while such traditions grow and evolve to better fit contemporary mores, there's usually someone willing to do things the old-fashioned way, just for the Hel of it.
[as you're trudging through the snow today, you may notice a girl(?) hanging off the arm of a certain oak as they head towards the churchshack. this isn't awkward at all.]
[Somewhere in your vicinity is a girl at booth attempting to repair a sign:
A swamp? I can't be that lost.
[Hiroki is sitting bundled up in the mess hall, as far away from holiday cheer as possible, with a blank pad of paper and a pen. There are a couple balled up pieces of paper beside him, and he's staring grumpily around while he mutters to himself.]
[itp a christmas tree is on fire and probably has nothing to do with the kind of grumpy looking guy in a toga. Maybe.]
[Merry Christmas, camp! Have gifts you need to exchange? Awkward or adorable holiday moments you'd like to play out? Just want to have a moment of Christmas magic with someone under the mistletoe? THAT'S WHAT THIS POST IS FOR!]
[The mess hall certainly looks different today. Each table is filled with different types of wine, and plenty of glasses. There are even discreetly placed spittoons around the room.
![]() [. . . in the Mess Hall, Allen Walker, Aoyagi Ritsuka, and Devit are wearing PAPER CROWNS and looking dubious. BUT THERE IS CAKE so all else may be forgiven probably ♥] A-ah . . . well, this is . . . nice? [Handwavey space-time is a go! For Devit and Ritsuka's birthdays, it's the 21st. We'll play fast and loose. Also, Allen/Ritsuka will be picking up threads slowly/sporadically because rofl busy. Placeholders are A++ and feel free to tag in with any other December birthdays, too.] 422 comments | post a comment
Why don't we play a game? One person asks a question in the form of "would you rather," and the other chooses before asking a similar question. I'll start.
[It's a nice, cold evening in the Messhall . You are probably nursing your own warm cup of cocoa and marshmallows and enjoying the season] |
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