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FV and Friends

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!

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Sarah has mixed feelings about Christmas generally, but this dream is pleasant enough that she'll take it. She pours herself a cup of mulled wine and finds a comfortable place to sit.

Somewhere there's singing:

In the bleak midwinter
Icy wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow on snow had fallen
Snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long and long ago

A door opens and Una Persson, snow dusting her hair and greatcoat, steps inside.

Aadit's found his way to a fireplace, pausing in between sips of mulled wine to feed the fire. He occasionally gives a gentle nod to the people coming and going, but he's more than content to just sit and watch everyone.

Christmas isn't really a thing where he's from, but he loves the Winter Solstice and this seems about equal to that celebration. Minus the community hot pot.

The man formerly known as Matthew Rose Sorensen then formerly known as Piranesi and now known as Matthew Rose Sorensen again has been taking the opportunity to explore the house. It's a nice house, of course. Not a House, not the House. And really, if this is his dream, shouldn't it be a bit more House-like? That's what he dreams of after all, when he remembers them when he wakes up. Still, he spends a solid few hours exploring every nook and cranny before going outside to explore even more.

When Matthew returns, he spots Sarah by the fire. There's no questioning why she's here. Of course she'd find her way here. He suspects that if she put her mind to it, she might find her way anywhere. So Matthew walks over to Sarah, brushing the last remnants of snow off of his jacket and his hair as he gives her a smile.

"I think I like our House better," he muses, capital letter audible in his tone. "Though I spotted some foxes in the woods. Maybe we can give them some of the food later?"

It's a younger Trixie that walks through the door, one who hasn't been softened by years of marriage and two babies. She's still lived it, of course, but the dream's been oh-so-kind as to give her a slightly less worn body for the holiday party.

She finds the kitchen almost immediately and begins pouring champagne and wine for the other guests.

"Oi," comes a very familiar voice behind Aadit. Hickey raises an eyebrow as he walks over to the man.

"How long are you going to pay attention to that fire when there are other more interesting people here?"

Of course Matthew is here. She grins and waves him over.

"I'm not sure if foxes like mince pies."

"There's only way to find out," he points out, with a little shrug. "We'll set it out for them. And if they don't want it, I'll eat it myself."

Crozier's there to take her coat, offering a bit of a half-bow at the waist and a cheeky little grin. "Oh, please don't stop singing on our account."

He's probably the only person in the room who's actually been hoping that Hickey might show up in this little dream party. He smiles to himself and throws the last log into the fire, rising and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I was just waiting for you to finally show your face."

"Talk like that makes a man feel wanted," he points out, a small smirk of a smile playing on his face. And Christ, how Hickey loves to feel wanted.

"He'll start to get ideas about what to expect if you keep up."

Were you trying to have some privacy in that bedroom? It's not going to happen. Because Jonathan Strange has taken it upon himself to see all this house has to offer! Every room, every nook, every cranny...which means that at multiple points, the magician rather rudely sticks his head in a room where someone was probably trying to get a little privacy.

"Oh! Terribly sorry, I didn't know there was anyone here."

Normally Sarah would have a dozen reasons why you don't feed foxes. But if you can't feed them in a dream, then when can you?

"Fair enough," she says with a laugh. "But to your original point—I have to agree, regarding the House. Even if you can't get mulled wine there."

"Francis!" She waits for him to put her coat down before embracing him tightly. "Many happy returns of the season to you."

"I don't care what ideas I put into your head; that's not my responsibility." Aadit grins and approaches him, immediately sliding an arm around his waist and pulling him near.

Thomas takes to the dream very well, though it's always difficult for him to remember that he's not the host here. He's not a servant. He wants so much to help that he takes a drink for himself and stays away from the kitchens. It's easier to wander room to room, eventually ending up outside.

Jonathan Strange picked the absolute worst room to walk into. Sabriel and Howl haven't been anywhere normal in what seems like years, and it's time to take advantage of that fact. Fortunately, they're both clothed, but Sabriel has her fingers in his hair and is kissing him insistently.

Upon hearing his voice, though, she pulls away.

"Father!"

She is both elated and absolutely mortified.

"And to you, my dear," he says, returning the embrace. He secretly hopes a bit of her signature perfume lingers on his clothes by the time she pulls away.

"Ah, but you're looking as lovely as ever. Can I get you something? We're all here, you know."

Howl is less mortified, though he does have the good sense to pull shut his shirt which may have fallen open in their little makeout session.

"Jonathan Strange! It's good to see you!"

He reaches out to pat down the back of Sabriel's hair.

"The mulled wine is alright," shrugs the man who still has fond memories of eating and drinking whatever nonsense the House brought his way. "I think I like the pastries better, though."

Oh God, they're kissing.

Strange immediately brings his hand in front of his eyes so that he doesn't have to see the two of them...ah, enjoying themselves like that.

Still, he enjoys Sabriel and is always happy to hear from her. So even as he continues to cover his eyes, his happiness is heard in his voice. "Well, the two of you seem to be enjoying yourself! Young love and all that."

Hickey grins, letting himself get pulled in as he wraps his arms around Aadit's waist as well.

"It should be. After all, I want you to do those ideas that I've got in my head."

He cups Hickey's face with his free hand. "Missed me?"

Because he certainly missed him, lecherous little fucker.

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

"Show me around," she says. "What a wonderfully cosy place. I've been missing you all."

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