FV and Friends

[lieutenantsteward]

Drifting off to sleep has never been easier. When your character wakes up, they enter into a beautiful, almost picturesque home. Everything is brightly lit with candles and different colored lights. The entire place smells like sugar cookies. Or maybe pine. Or maybe it's whatever your character finds homey. There are several rooms to this home, each with its own charms. A kitchen and dining room, with any ingredient known to man and a spread of already prepared foods on the table. A living room with a cozy fireplace and very inviting rug. Bedrooms with various types of furniture and all the privacy you could want. A lovely backyard that's cold, but there's a firepit to warm up with. Snow crunches underneath boots (or heels, we ain't picky) and there's the occasional glimpse of wildlife in the woods.

All characters will come with the knowledge that this is a dream. There are no consequences to their actions, save what happens in the dream. They are also not trapped. When they want to leave, they know that they can simply leave through the front door and wake up in their own time, in their own bed.

And sprinkled throughout the house are sprigs of mistletoe. Is it the dream that makes people want to get a little cuddlier underneath it? Or is it just the spirit of the moment?

Either way, it sure is a fun way to get to know each other!

Comments

[16thperson]

"Did you ever ... do you have your own celebrations for the passage of time and seasons, in the House?" she asks.

[kindnessinfinite]

There's a pause before he nods. "I didn't have holidays, of course. Not like this. But I kept track of time. Every time a momentous occasion happened, it became a new month. Even then, there were things that happened regularly despite my calendar. Fish tend to migrate and give birth around the same time. So the arrival of more fish was always noted, even if it wasn't celebrated like this."

Matthew shrugs. "I've got to admit, I still don't really understand some of these holidays. I know the theory behind mince pies and giving gifts. But can't you just eat a mince pie or give a gift whenever you want?

[16thperson]

The Season of the Spawning Fish, she thinks. Or The Season of the Nesting Gulls. Makes sense, really.

"You can. Maybe you should, honestly. Always feels a bit weird, when you think about it—people making a big deal about charity and brotherhood and looking after your fellow humans around Christmastime, but the rest of the year ..." She shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe it's just like ... some animal instinct, to huddle together in the middle of winter."

[kindnessinfinite]

Nesting instinct? That's understandable. Matthew lets out a little laugh before pointing out, "A more cynical person might call it bribery. We're going to be stuck inside together for a while so I'm giving you a present in the hopes you'll tolerate me."

Based on his smile, he is not that sort of cynical person.

[16thperson]

Sarah is almost that cynical.

"Probably a bit of that too," she concedes wryly. "But, you know. Whatever it takes to get through the winter, or something like that."

[kindnessinfinite]

Matthew nods. There's a moment before he admits, "Honestly, I like this sort of Christmas better than what we have back in London. It can be...too much sometimes."

After years of solitude, wow is someone a bit sensitive to all the noise and fuss and hubub.

[16thperson]

"God save us all from Regent Street at Christmas," Sarah says with a theatrical shudder. "I always like to get away for the holidays when I can. Away away, not just 'leaving to visit family in the Midlands'. This is nice."

[kindnessinfinite]

He lets out a small chuckle, absolutely understanding what Sarah's putting down. "It is nice. Nice, quiet...it's good to get away from things for a while. And this is an entirely new place to get away to!"