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nightlogs2023-09-05 03:38 pm
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[OPEN] Dance Party Ending...uh, Opening!!!
Who: Puss and YOU
What: Team Building party and everyone’s invited!
Where: Dining Hall
When: A little less than a week after the Branch event
Warnings/Notes: Magic candies and off the rails music
Pre-Party
The place is decked out to the nines. Yes, they are largely Christmas decorations, but they’re stretched to the fullest: Shining garlands of all colors wrap around pillars and poles. Twinkling lights are strung from nearly every surface. The tablecloths are all soft velvet and the chairs all have bundles of balloons tied to them.
(Anyone who walked by the room might have heard Puss arguing about the balloons. “Tacky,” he said. “This isn’t a prom or a birthday party,” he said. The elves insisted. Now there are balloons. The colors are tasteful, gold and dark purples like the invitations, but there are balloons.)
Puss is a considerate host, and has set up a little table at the entrance with things like earplugs and assorted first aid supplies. He already knows his fellow cats have sensitive ears, why not be prepared for everything.
It’s a good time to mingle before the party starts in earnest.
MC Puss Welcomes You
Puss’s baritone, shockingly powerful and unmic’d because Puss is just that good, rings out triumphantly through the room. He stands on a stool, spotlight on him, holding a tall mug of eggnog.
“New friends! Allies! Myths and legends! Welcome, one and all!”
He takes a swig of nog and continues.
“Ah! Now, for those who do not know me, I am the one and only Puss in Boots, righter of wrongs, avenger of justice, and your host for this evening!”
He bows, a deep contrite gesture of humility and grace. Behind him, a yeti rolls his eyes. Puss shoots him a look.
“Now tonight is about many things! It is the first step of our grand journey together! It is a beacon of light against the darkness that stands on our doorstep! It is a forging of a great alliance to protect the children of this world and our own! It’s a night of joy! A night of unity! The night we shape our destiny!”
He spreads his arms out wide, smiling broadly.
“Our destiny…”
From the side, another yeti tosses him a lute.
“...as heroes!”
Confetti cannons pop, as glitter and streamers pour down from the ceiling. So does the elf manning it, but he seems fine. Puss laughs, strums and starts on a song.
”Who are your favorite fearless heroes, who are your favorite fearless he-e-roes!”
…And when the ceremonies are done, the fiesta can begin.
Food!
The food and drink options are absolutely scrumptious but…those who are observant about such things may sense a tension in planning reflected in the options.
Among things like a taco bar, fried chicken, guacamole, a nacho cheese fountain, and every kind of salsa you could want, things like fruit cakes, gingerbread houses, sugar cookies, spiced chestnuts, candy canes, and an eggnog fountain placed confrontationally close to the cheese fountain abound as well. They’re placed with no real care, almost as if there were some unresolved argument about what constitutes “party food.”
Perhaps the elves weren’t the best helpers ever. At least there’s both spiked eggnog and non-alcoholic eggnog. Labeled even! Also the spiked one is surrounded by bottles of rum, just in case it’s not enough of a kick.
…On the edge of a table is a crystal bowl that looks somewhat…out of place. It’s filled with an assortment of simple sweets. Chocolates, hard candy, marshmallows, drops, anything you could think of. On the table is a note that reads:
"Mystery candies! These treats are not only sweet, they cause magical effects in those who eat them! What effects? You shall have to try them and find out~
Please do NOT mix these in with regular treats. Feeding them to someone without warning them in advance will not be tolerated. If there are any issues, seek out Loki”
Scribbled on it is a crude drawing of Loki and the words “this guy” and an arrow pointing to him.
Next to the bowl is a notebook and pen for recording what effects each candy has.
Music!
The Pole has everything. Every music. All of the music. The playlist for this party is years long, and the dancefloor can handle it all
But…it’s front loaded with high energy mariachi tunes, like it was put together by someone who knew exactly what they like and didn't care to branch out. The elf manning the magical DJ booth is under strict instructions to “not play anything stupid” but elves are easily distractible and really don’t know what “stupid music” would even be, so it’s not hard to get access yourself.
All you have to do is name the song, or hum the song, or even have a vague recollection of the song and the booth will slot it in as the next one in the playlist. Of course, nobody would ever abuse that privilege…right?
Performance!
Of course, there’s also a space for attendees to perform themselves. When they do, the DJ booth pauses so everyone can hear it properly. If you’re amazed by the capacities of this magitech, you’re in good company; Puss looked at it like it was catnip the first time he saw it.
Karaoke is on offer of course, but it can accommodate anything: dancing, juggling, poetry readings, performance art, hamboning, an impromptu performance of Stomp, anything goes!
Wildcard!
Hey, if you want it, the yetis or Puss can probably make it happen! The best parties are the kind where anything can happen!
What: Team Building party and everyone’s invited!
Where: Dining Hall
When: A little less than a week after the Branch event
Warnings/Notes: Magic candies and off the rails music
Pre-Party
The place is decked out to the nines. Yes, they are largely Christmas decorations, but they’re stretched to the fullest: Shining garlands of all colors wrap around pillars and poles. Twinkling lights are strung from nearly every surface. The tablecloths are all soft velvet and the chairs all have bundles of balloons tied to them.
(Anyone who walked by the room might have heard Puss arguing about the balloons. “Tacky,” he said. “This isn’t a prom or a birthday party,” he said. The elves insisted. Now there are balloons. The colors are tasteful, gold and dark purples like the invitations, but there are balloons.)
Puss is a considerate host, and has set up a little table at the entrance with things like earplugs and assorted first aid supplies. He already knows his fellow cats have sensitive ears, why not be prepared for everything.
It’s a good time to mingle before the party starts in earnest.
MC Puss Welcomes You
Puss’s baritone, shockingly powerful and unmic’d because Puss is just that good, rings out triumphantly through the room. He stands on a stool, spotlight on him, holding a tall mug of eggnog.
“New friends! Allies! Myths and legends! Welcome, one and all!”
He takes a swig of nog and continues.
“Ah! Now, for those who do not know me, I am the one and only Puss in Boots, righter of wrongs, avenger of justice, and your host for this evening!”
He bows, a deep contrite gesture of humility and grace. Behind him, a yeti rolls his eyes. Puss shoots him a look.
“Now tonight is about many things! It is the first step of our grand journey together! It is a beacon of light against the darkness that stands on our doorstep! It is a forging of a great alliance to protect the children of this world and our own! It’s a night of joy! A night of unity! The night we shape our destiny!”
He spreads his arms out wide, smiling broadly.
“Our destiny…”
From the side, another yeti tosses him a lute.
“...as heroes!”
Confetti cannons pop, as glitter and streamers pour down from the ceiling. So does the elf manning it, but he seems fine. Puss laughs, strums and starts on a song.
”Who are your favorite fearless heroes, who are your favorite fearless he-e-roes!”
…And when the ceremonies are done, the fiesta can begin.
Food!
The food and drink options are absolutely scrumptious but…those who are observant about such things may sense a tension in planning reflected in the options.
Among things like a taco bar, fried chicken, guacamole, a nacho cheese fountain, and every kind of salsa you could want, things like fruit cakes, gingerbread houses, sugar cookies, spiced chestnuts, candy canes, and an eggnog fountain placed confrontationally close to the cheese fountain abound as well. They’re placed with no real care, almost as if there were some unresolved argument about what constitutes “party food.”
Perhaps the elves weren’t the best helpers ever. At least there’s both spiked eggnog and non-alcoholic eggnog. Labeled even! Also the spiked one is surrounded by bottles of rum, just in case it’s not enough of a kick.
…On the edge of a table is a crystal bowl that looks somewhat…out of place. It’s filled with an assortment of simple sweets. Chocolates, hard candy, marshmallows, drops, anything you could think of. On the table is a note that reads:
"Mystery candies! These treats are not only sweet, they cause magical effects in those who eat them! What effects? You shall have to try them and find out~
Please do NOT mix these in with regular treats. Feeding them to someone without warning them in advance will not be tolerated. If there are any issues, seek out Loki”
Scribbled on it is a crude drawing of Loki and the words “this guy” and an arrow pointing to him.
Next to the bowl is a notebook and pen for recording what effects each candy has.
Music!
The Pole has everything. Every music. All of the music. The playlist for this party is years long, and the dancefloor can handle it all
But…it’s front loaded with high energy mariachi tunes, like it was put together by someone who knew exactly what they like and didn't care to branch out. The elf manning the magical DJ booth is under strict instructions to “not play anything stupid” but elves are easily distractible and really don’t know what “stupid music” would even be, so it’s not hard to get access yourself.
All you have to do is name the song, or hum the song, or even have a vague recollection of the song and the booth will slot it in as the next one in the playlist. Of course, nobody would ever abuse that privilege…right?
Performance!
Of course, there’s also a space for attendees to perform themselves. When they do, the DJ booth pauses so everyone can hear it properly. If you’re amazed by the capacities of this magitech, you’re in good company; Puss looked at it like it was catnip the first time he saw it.
Karaoke is on offer of course, but it can accommodate anything: dancing, juggling, poetry readings, performance art, hamboning, an impromptu performance of Stomp, anything goes!
Wildcard!
Hey, if you want it, the yetis or Puss can probably make it happen! The best parties are the kind where anything can happen!
no subject
The first is that there are LIGHTS lights many tiny little lights on the wall he wants to chase them all and catch them all LIGHTS.
But then when he snaps out of that thankfully short spell, he's aware that SOMEONE messed with his carefully curated playlist and COMPLETELY thrown off the timing and momentum of his expert flamenco.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out who did it: all Puss has to do is listen to the tiny voice and smell the smell. Puss doesn't really want to loom over Branch, that would be a serious party foul, so he settles for approaching until he's side-by-side with the troll. He's smiling and not in a smug cat way.]
Alright, I admit: If this- [He gestures to the lighting] -was your doing, it's pretty good. It took forever to make those Elves understand that cranberry-scented votive candles weren't adequate lighting for this kind of thing. Next time, I'll just enlist you from the start.
But just one little question for you...what have you done to my music?
[His voice drops lower and much more serious. That took hours to put together. Hours!]
no subject
[He crosses his arms.]
Look, it's not bad music by itself, but for a party it sucks. How are people supposed to dance to it if it seems made for specific dances where you have to already know the steps?
At a party like this where nobody knows the same moves, you've gotta keep it loose.
[His playlist, shuffling in the background, reaches the bass drop in "Turn Down For What" and when it hits the synthesizer after, he demonstrates, just tossing in a few moves on a whim. He whips and nae naes a few times and then does a few circular, head-banging hair whips, before bouncing upright.]
[It is nothing like the flamenco, yet is still on beat.]
Like that.
no subject
Wha-that-you-! That is classic stuff! Every party needs mariachi! It's not a proper fiesta without one!
So what if you can't dance like Puss in Boots! It's not about the moves, it's about the feeling! The rhythm!
[Puss raises an eyebrow at Branch's dance moves, scoffing slightly. Turn down for what? More like Puss turns down his ears at that nonsense.]
Just looks like a bunch of contortions to me. Where's the footwork?
no subject
[To him they are just general moves that he's throwing together. To a human, they'd recognize them as several iconic moves from the King of Pop, albeit with the timing adjusted for a different style of music.]
[First a rapidfire shuffling move and twirl that ultimately ends with him going completely up on his tiptoes, then a circle glide that makes him look like he's somehow sliding across the table he's dancing on, and then he starts to moonwalk.]
[The only times he breaks surly eye contact are when the moves spin him around and then he re-engages the surly eye contact.]
You were saying?
no subject
Unless I am mistaken, unlikely as that is, I believe you have just proposed-
[Puss rises on the toes of his boots, before breaking out into an impressive heel-toe flamenco step, punctuated by rhythmic clapping.]
-A challenge!