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Route_29 NPCs ([personal profile] these_guys) wrote in [community profile] route_10652014-12-30 01:11 pm
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Why Don't You Go Where Fashion Sits?

Who: Participants of the Kalosmas New Year's Event!
Where: The Hotel Richissime, in scenic Lumiose City, Kalos!
When: Wednesday, December 31 - Thursday, January 1!
Summary: After all the shenanigans of Hoennween, it's about time everybody had a chance to relax and unwind, courtesy of some actually benign NPCs. With all the luxuries of the Hotel Richissime waiting at their disposal, that shouldn't be too difficult a prospect!
Rating: PG in general; please mark threads that go higher accordingly!
Log:

GROUND FLOOR

FOR ROOM DESCRIPTIONS OF THIS FLOOR, PLEASE GO HERE!



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UPSTAIRS FLOOR

FOR ROOM DESCRIPTIONS OF THIS FLOOR, PLEASE GO HERE!

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A FEW OTHER SETTING NOTES:

• At the moment, this log spans the entirety of the New Year's Eve plot, so starters may be posted for any time on either day of the event. If things start getting massive and it looks like an overflow log will be necessary, we'll definitely see about putting one up, and will link it to this one if need be.

• The Event Itinerary can be found here! Remember that participating in this course of events is not mandatory, but it's what will be going on in the grand scheme of things over the course of the event.

• All event participants are being housed on the fourth and fifth floors of the hotel. Your bedrooms are laid out like this; if you participated in our IC Rooming Roulette, you can find your buddy on this table here!

Most activities here will be free! ICly, your characters will use their room cards to "pay" for most things, and the charges will be applied to their room (which of course, they are not paying for personally). Gift shops, parts of the casino, and food not provided as part of the event are not chargeable to your rooms and characters will have to use their own money in those locations.

• Underage characters may use the casino; however, they may be subject to some social scrutiny and side-eyeing in the event that they attempt to get in on one of the high-roller tables.


A NOTE ABOUT USING THREADS ON THIS LOG FOR AC:

Because of how our AC period works (the grace week into January still counting toward December), all threads on this log are valid toward December's AC, regardless of timestamp! However, because the log technically spans two different months and we want to encourage tagging out on it, we have also made this decision:

On this log and this log alone, comment threads timestamped in January (OOCly) that reach AC-length may be used towards January's AC, as well. Therefore, if a thread on this log reaches AC length with 10+ comments timestamped in January, you can use it toward January's AC (assuming the same thread has not already been used to satisfy December's AC).


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☆ QUICK LINKS ☆
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foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (Default)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-03 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Heather happened to be standing somewhat nearby, counting down with everybody else... but it's the chubby Litleo at her feet who heard Blake's CALL TO ARMS.]

[Her ears perk instantly.]

[KISS?]

[SHE HEARD THE WORD 'KISS']

[HOT DOG, MISTER, YES SHE'D LOVE A KISS!]

[So have a fat Litleo cub in a knitted pink sweater covered in Christmas lights and bearing the words "DANCING QUEEN" on it waddling up to you, sitting at your feet, and looking at you REALLY EXPECTANTLY.]
lieutenantantichrist: (they want me to stand with them right?)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Blake's drunk enough to beam down at the cat.]

Hey, it's a cat! What's up, Tom? Lookin' for Jerry?

[He leans down to pet the little guy.]

Nice sweater. Just don't bite the shit outta me, okay? Cats always bite the shit outta me.
foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (Default)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-07 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The Litleo purrs, arching its back into Blake's hand.]

[NO BITING HERE. She totally wants that kiss though, so her next move is to start licking his hand insistently.]
lieutenantantichrist: (a life - you know what that is?)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-08 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He laughs a little.] Hey, that tickles. Probably tastes like pretzels.

[Since that's what he was eating handfuls of at the bar.

He looks amused as the cat keeps licking.]
Hey. Looks like I made a friend.
foolishwren: as i was, you shall be (Default)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-11 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[It DOES taste like pretzels! And Scarlet is all about her some pretzels under normal circumstances. BUT IT IS KISS TIME.]

[So her next move is to start butting her head against his hand, making a MERP noise.]
lieutenantantichrist: (all in the game)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-12 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh heh. Listen to you. Merp merp.

Whazzat, you want a scratch?

[He'll scratch you behind the ears all you want, lil' cat.]
foolishwren: are waiting to GOOF OFF with you (SILLY GIRLS in YOUR AREA)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-13 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[NOOOO MISTER THAT IS NOT A KISS. 8(]

[... IT'S VERY NICE BUT IT'S NOT A KISS.]

[Blake is spared further neediness on Scarlet's part by Heather's timely arrival, though. Guess who just realized her lion was missing.]


SCARLE-- ... OH, there she is.

... I see you've met the Dancing Queen.
lieutenantantichrist: (tweedy impertinence)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-16 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey, he doesn't speak cat.

He looks up as someone approaches and breaks into a somewhat boozy smile.]


Hey, Heather! This your cat?

[Scratch scratch scratch.]

She's real friendly.
foolishwren: he just gave me a huge bag of weed!! (WHOA Sonic the Hedgehog is in here!)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-19 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, she's mine.

She's a sweetie but she's been wandering off constantly tonight.

[AND GIVING HER MILD HEART ATTACKS EVERY TIME. She needs to get a LEASH for this baby.]
lieutenantantichrist: (tweedy impertinence)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-21 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Hell, I lost track of Steve ages ago. You ever seen a bulldog that into dancing? I can't say I get the appeal.

[He scratches the cat with one hand, and plucks up a glass of champagne from a passing tray with the other.]

Too bad you're too late for a midnight toast.

[He regards the sparkling glass in the bright lights. Someone blows a noisemaker as they waltz by.]

Then again, who needs rules?
foolishwren: but do i have a good personality? also no. (am i cute? no.)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-25 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, Steve's here? [She'd bent down to scoop up Scarlet, but she straightens again to look around the crowd, trying to spot the little fairy bulldog.]

Did she like her Christmas present?

Wren helped me pick out the shinie--

[... And then BOOM, CHAMPAGNE.]

[She blinks... then grabs a glass for herself as the tray passes by again.]


It's New Year's. Screw the rules.
lieutenantantichrist: (you seem awfully happy today)

[personal profile] lieutenantantichrist 2015-01-26 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
It's a dance. If I came here without her, she's chew my ass off.

[He looks off into the crowd and catches a glimpse of the little dog twirling around an Oddish in a bow tie.]

All those bows and stuff? Yeah, she spent hours figuring out which ones to wear tonight. You got us both a bunch of nice shit. Where'd you get all the money for that, huh? [He elbows her in the side.] You selling magic animal drugs?

Ah, forget it. [Then he lifts his glass.] Cheers, kid.
foolishwren: sometimes i don't vomit when i see you (ur kinda okay sometimes i guess)

[personal profile] foolishwren 2015-01-27 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Seeing Steve dance it up out there drags a brief, almost-maternal look out of Heather, along with a soft awww.]

[Which quickly becomes a laugh at his insinuation.]


Nice try, Officer. You think I'd tell you if I was?

[Lifting her own glass, she chings it softly against his.]

Happy New Year, ol' man.