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starlogs2016-12-16 08:12 pm
eluviomods) wrote in starlogs2016-12-16 08:12 pm
// HOLIDAY PARTY
WHO: EVERYONE!
WHERE: The Atrium
WHEN: December 24th
WHAT: Holiday party!
WARNINGS: None (but please mark if there is questionable content!)
WHERE: The Atrium
WHEN: December 24th
WHAT: Holiday party!
WARNINGS: None (but please mark if there is questionable content!)
// Jingle Mingle_       ➣ Sparkles and Spirits Late the night before, visitors will be asked to leave as the atrium is going to be closed for a few hours. It's completely blocked off from sight. In the morning, it will be open once again and the entire space is covered in a soft padding of snow. With more still falling! It's not entirely clear just where it's coming from or how they rigged it up to not even melt, but it's here. Throughout the day, the snow will keep falling though won't get any higher than one foot. Except for a designated area on the western side of the atrium. There characters will find copious amounts of snow to build forts or snowmen or wage an all out guerilla warfare snowball fight. Stationed throughout the atrium in various places out of the way are buffets and bars to provide everyone with delicious delectables and delightful drinks. These stations are constantly manned and refreshed so that nothing is ever empty or anyone is left wanting. Don't see a food you're dying to have? Ask and one of the workers will be happy to seek it out for you! Late morning to mid afternoon, there will be a gingerbread house contest. Everyone is encouraged to participate and show off their creative skill! All items needed will be provided to create your masterpiece. Various awards will be given out, including Best Use of Gumdrops. Once the magic hour begins, all the lights in the atrium will begin to flicker on. Twinkling lights in the trees and candied garden lights will mark the path appropriately called Candy Cane Lane, which is little more than a means to encourage a more romantic atmosphere with a walk around the atrium itself.      ➣ Flannel and Frost Once night falls, the party is still going strong. More food is brought out and the drinks just don't stop flowing. Because what's a party without booze? On the east side of the atrium a large canopy is stationed with a dance floor beneath it just waiting for everyone to cut loose. A DJ will be playing all night with pulsing, hypnotic beats that not one booty can say no to. Invite someone to cut that rug or dance by yourself like no one's watching. It's time to cut loose! While walking through the atrium, be careful! There's enchanted mistletoe that will spring up anywhere at anytime and will trap anyone without restraint. (Did you think we wouldn't have this?) It hovers in the air with a soft green glow, encasing two passersby within an arm's length radius. Get those lips to puckering to get yourselves free! (A kiss anywhere counts, so don't fret!) Tucked away on the north side of the atrium is a large maze. It boasts to be the best activity for the holiday party, but those in charge could be a little biased. It's a mystery as to what goes on beyond the entrance and the only way anyone can find out is to just march right in. The rules of the maze are: 1.) No one goes in alone (max. 2 at a time) and 2.) If you feel too trapped or lost, take off the visor and the experience will be over. Upon entering, everyone will be given a visor and set loose inside. Each group will experience something different should they choose to go into the maze, so please go HERE for a customized maze trip! Everyone is free to stay as long as they wish, but around 3:00 in the morning, workers will begin dismantling things and ushering people out so they can clean. Once everyone is nestled all snug in their beds, they'll be visited by someone to get their holiday gifts! Happy Holidays! |
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And Sam manages not to laugh as Lee does his weird waddle forward over the snow. Walking in skis isn't an intuitive skill, but from watching Lee, Sam decides that shuffling along without picking up his feet seems like the easier and more stable way to move. It takes a bit to get used to doing it, but eventually he gets the hang of it and eases his way up next to Lee.
Looking down the mountain slope, he can't help thinking this is a bad idea. ]
In theory, sure. [ Brow wrinkling, he glances sideways at Lee. ] Keep your balance and the front of those things pointed away from you. [ A beat, and he shrugs. ] In practice, not really. But we should be able to figure it out. Down seems pretty easy to me.
[ It's the staying upright and uninjured that's probably going to be the trouble. ]
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Instead, he just looks around, trying and failing to see the fun in all of this. Other people are around them and seem to be rather skilled in this activity. Lee can't tell if the sourness in his mood is because of all the alcohol sitting heavily in his stomach or the company or his own personal failings or a combination of everything.
First, he reckons, he needs to chill out. Being mad for seemingly no reason isn't going to help anything. It'll just make this experience even worse. So, he closes his eyes and takes a few deep, calming breaths. Easy. It's all good. This is fine. He can handle this and it'll be fun. Maybe. Blinking his eyes open, he looks over at Sam. ]
Okay, you know what? Maybe it won't be so—
[ Lee pauses for a brief moment, his brows furrowing in deep thought. Something's not right. ]
You're getting smaller...?
[ Which is a weird thing to say or even think. Lee squints, but Sam is moving further away and Lee has no idea what's really... going... ]
Oh. [ He gets it now. ] Frak—
[ is all he can manage to get out before he's sliding down the slope. Backwards. Yelling in a very not-manly sort of way. ]
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After all, if it's possible to snatch him away from death—and considering what happened to Kara, he knows that it is—then maybe it isn't virtual reality at all. Maybe it is somehow real.
Which means that Lee might really be in danger.
Whatever remains of the bad blood between them isn't enough to prevent Sam from shoving off after him. And at first, it goes well. He gains speed. He gets closer to Lee. He's staying up and balanced. ]
Lee. [ Calling out to him, Sam reaches out with his hand, aiming to grab onto him. What comes after that, he doesn't know. Turn them? Try to stop them? ] Grab my hand!
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Still. This kind of sucks a whole lot because he is coming off as really inept. But, he can't seem to get his arms and legs to work right. It's a huge, gigantic struggle. Lee can't decide if it's more or less one when he starts to rotate so he's going down sideways instead of backwards. This cannot be good. His skis jitter across the packed snow and it vibrates his teeth. Though he shouldn't, he closes his eyes and prays to the gods, to any of them. Anyone who's listening.
Sam's voice pierces through and he sounds closer and Lee's eyes snap open. The part of his mind that remains untouched by the alcohol whispers this isn't going to end well and it's not a good idea. But, drunk Lee thinks it's frakking fantastic and he's going to do it. Because surely this will solve all the problems ever.
So. He reaches out for Sam against the slight warning bell. And soon he'll likely regret it. Because the second he grabs a hold of him, the whole world spins and tumbles and this was a huge mistake. ]
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Lee grabs his hand and the whole frakking venture goes sideways. Literally. Too much weight makes them go too fast. Lee's ski gets caught on the edge of Sam's. Hanging onto each other unbalanced them. Sam doesn't really know what happens. They're just going too fast and they're too unbalanced. ]
Oh, frak.
[ That's about all he's able to say before the world spins into a blur of white snow and dark shadows. There's a loud clacking sound and a thud, something hard hits him in the side, and cold snow pours into his collar. How far they slide down the trail Sam doesn't know, but eventually they stop and he's able to focus his eyes.
The hard, lumpy thing he's lying on turns out to be Lee. The awkward pull on his hip is because one of his skis is jammed in the snow and is twisting his leg at an uncomfortable angle. Nothing feels broken, though. That's a plus. ]
Lee? [ He peers down at Lee's face as he shoves himself up on his hands and jiggles his leg to knock the ski loose. ] You all right?
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Damn it all.
By the time they actually stop, Lee has a mouth and face full of snow, ice and dirt. Probably some leaves, too. Something is digging uncomfortably into his back that the fluffy coat isn't protecting him from. He's soggy and cold and feeling crushed. And his head is starting to hurt. Not to mention swim because the whole outside is just wobbling around and he can't find that center of gravity.
Lee blinks several times and when he can finally see, that doesn't really make things any better. Sam is close. Kind of really close and that explains why he's feeling crushed. It takes several seconds longer than he'd like to admit to realize that both of his gloved hands are fisted against Sam's side, clutching onto his jacket for dear life. Suddenly he's not really that cold anymore and the flush on his face isn't due to the bite in the air.
He's embarrassed, of course. Winding up in a situation like this. Legs all tangled together and his head unable to settle properly because of all the alcohol. ]
I, ah— [ He pauses, trying to make some sort of effort and assess himself for damages. ] Yeah. [ He clears his throat and his gaze slips off to the side as he slowly release his death grip on Sam's jacket. ] Yeah, I'm fine. [ His tongue darts out and he wets his lips. He gets a bit of snowy slush for his trouble. ] Sorry. Didn't mean to... [ He lifts a shoulder in a small shrug, laughter starting to seep into his tone. This is utterly and without question one of the most ridiculous things that has ever happened. ] Sorry. [ He laughs outright this time. ] Sorry.
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And Sam's hardly offended that Lee's got a death-grip on his jacket. Had their positions been reversed, he might have done the same.
Lee looks a little ridiculous, flushed and spattered with snow. It's melting on his face and dripping off of his hair. Sam knows he doesn't look much better. They've been through a lot together, both on the same side and the opposite. They'll get through this too. And when Lee starts laughing, Sam's sure of it.
Laughter's infectious, and as Sam pushes up onto his elbows to get his weight off of Lee, he starts chuckling too. ]
It's all right. I shouldn't have... [ Shaking his head, he leans onto his elbow, frees up a hand, and flicks from snow off of Lee's forehead. ] Should've been more careful. [ Another chuckle escapes. ] Turns out I'm a terrible skier.
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Lee laughs all over again because... well, because he can't help it. This is literally the most ridiculous thing and he feels that hysteria of being unable to stop laughing. That is something he hasn't felt in a long time. Maybe he's going crazy. It's entirely possible.
Lifting a hand up, he brushes his fingers over the spot Sam just touched without even realizing that he's doing it. He pushes his fingers back through his hair that's both slick and frizzy from the snow. His legs move a little bit and he tries to talk without laughing ( it doesn't work that well ). ]
Me, too. I think I broke mine... [ That same hand drags over his face before he just leaves it there covering his eyes. ] Gods. Maybe we should just roll down to the lodge for the rest of our time in here.
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This is a new life for Sam. It might be a whole new galaxy for them both. Maybe it's okay to be a little silly after all the tragedy of the human-Cylon war. ]
We could. [ A chuckle slips out. ] Why the frak not? We only live once. [ A beat. ] Er, well, maybe not in my case. [ Clearing his throat, he pats Lee on the shoulder. ] Here, come on.
[ Pushing himself off of Lee, Sam rolls onto his side, then sits up and starts working on getting his skis off. ]
The snow's packed hard enough. Maybe we just sit on it and slide down.