Vincent Hawk
Ireth
Sexy British Professor of Music
~ Sing like no one's listening ~
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Post by Vincent Hawk on Jan 5, 2010 21:03:21 GMT -5
Vincent watched the exchange between Veronique and Himmel with raised eyebrows, hiding his smile behind the meat-stuffed breadroll he was eating. Veronique was certainly acting... oddly. Maybe it was the eggnog? She had drunk a fair bit.
He sniffed at the offending drink suspiciously, wrinkling his nose a little, then poured a very small amount into a cup and took a careful sip. What was strange about the way it smelled and tasted? Was that... alcohol?
Oh, good grief. He set the empty cup aside, then poured himself some cider instead, sniffing and sipping it warily to make sure it was safe. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it. He looked around at the others closest to him, murmuring in the ears of those who could hear: "Don't drink the eggnog." He made sure to sign the message for Diana's benefit.
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Post by Rivienne Volkova on Jan 6, 2010 1:28:02 GMT -5
Rivienne glanced back at Vincent, eyebrows quirked. 'Don't drink the egg nog'? What was wrong with it?
She grabbed one of the glasses from the table in front of her, sniffing it. Was that...rum? She wrinkled her nose. Well, that certainly answered that question. She set the glass back down.
"I wouldn't drink any of that, if I were you," she murmured to Sa'id.
Rivienne looked over at her boss. She wondered if she should try to stop her from making an ass of herself...
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Valérian Mervielle-Dion
Kitty Kat
Hold me closer, tiny dancer~
'I am cute, wounded and unloved. Give me a hug and some hot chocolate.'
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Post by Valérian Mervielle-Dion on Jan 6, 2010 1:28:34 GMT -5
Valérian raised a brow at her, then narrowed his eyes at Himmel. There was no question in his mind as to what had happened to the eggnog, and he wished he could speak to the Headmistress in such a way as to convince her not to drink any more.
"Himmel, you are going to pay for this later you know," he whispered to the German vampire, sighing. Was Himmel really two years older in relative time? It seemed difficult to believe, but then, Valérian had been raised as a young lord, and functioned as such in his father's absence. As far as he was aware, Himmel had been a peasant, and thus had the advantage of a childhood.
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Post by Himmel on Jan 6, 2010 5:01:32 GMT -5
Himmel gently put his hand over Veronique's and pulled her off his shirt. He caught Valérian's look towards him and narrowed his eyes in return, quickly replacing it with a grin.
"Am I? Yeah, well sure Frenchzilla here will probably beat me within a few inches of life and so on but.. that's a normal week for me at this point. Why are you so uppity? Is it the years of noble INBREEDING? Or could you possibly have a CRUSH on Vero here?" He said pointing his thumb back towards the headmaster.
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Valérian Mervielle-Dion
Kitty Kat
Hold me closer, tiny dancer~
'I am cute, wounded and unloved. Give me a hug and some hot chocolate.'
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Post by Valérian Mervielle-Dion on Jan 6, 2010 11:36:40 GMT -5
Valérian chuckled at Himmel, "Perhaps it has something to do with jealousy."
He tilted his head to the side, "But then, no one ever thinks of the fact that perhaps a noble would be jealous of one with a common background. Honestly, generally I would like to become friends with you, but that would be up to you, wouldn't it?"
Without anything further, he turned and walked away. After all, Veronique was too tall for him to do much anyway, and Himmel... probably pulled stunts like this all the time. And if Veronique couldn't taste the alcohol right away... it was probably a selfish thought, but that was her problem.
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Post by Smoke on Jan 6, 2010 18:04:27 GMT -5
Smoke raised an eyebrow at Val as he left. Jealous? Jealous of what? He wondered what sort of crappy life- or delusions about Himmel's past- the tiny vampire must've had to say that. He sipped his eggnog.
"That was interesting," he said to Himmel. "Mmf. I think you put a little too much in here."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 6, 2010 18:29:40 GMT -5
Veronique raised her eyebrow at Himmel. "Try and be a little nicer, 'Immel," she chided, smacking him in the head with the box Smoke had given her. "Zhis is a party! Zhe way you are acting, I do not t'ink I will take you to zhe spa."
She had a gift to give, somewhere, to... Who? Ah, right. Santa nonsense things. Someone. Veronique finished off the glass of eggnog. "Make yourself useful, non?" Veronique shoved the glass toward Himmel before trouncing off to find her secret Santa recipient.
"I 'ave a gift for you!" Veronique announced, waving a large gift bag at Sa'id. "I 'ope you appreciate it. It is very elegant."
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Post by Sa'id Abdul-Rahman on Jan 6, 2010 18:38:37 GMT -5
Sa'id looked up curiously at Rivienne from his half-drained glass. "Hmm?" He looked down at it. It did taste strange, but he'd attributed that to... well, to the fact he'd never had eggnog before. Hmm.
He went to throw the cup away when the Headmaster walked up waving a bag at him. "Oh? Ah, oh!" He blinked and took it from her; it felt very awkward to receive a gift when he hadn't given her one, but that was part of the party. He pulled out what seemed to be something cloth wrapped in paper; unwrapping it, it see-
-it was a dress, a very nice soft gold and red dress with long sleeves and little beads-
Sa'id dropped the whole thing to the floor, hands flying up around his mouth in sheer terror.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 8, 2010 2:34:32 GMT -5
Veronique's brow furrowed in confusion and irritation. "What, you do not like it?" she asked. "I even asked Rivienne of your favorite colors. I do not understand zhe problem."
She crossed her arms over her chest. Really, he could at least pretend to appreciate it.
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Rhythan
Keme
Iron Chef Glitterwraith
Tell me what you eat, I'll tell you who you are.
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Post by Rhythan on Jan 8, 2010 21:12:16 GMT -5
Of course, Rhythan had not heard any word against consuming massive amounts of eggnog.
The man-thing did ever so love the luxuries of seasonal foodstuffs, and eggnog happened to be very near the top of "things Rhythan adores" list. So far, he had downed three glasses. Three full glasses. Three large full glasses.
"Ellie!" he bellowed, throwing an arm around the slender woman's shoulders. Booze had never made him slur-- it did, however, induce an adopted accent of the mile-a-minute, cranked-to-eleven and thickly British persuasion. "You're all alone here in the corner, love." He pulled her to his side and bent to give her a lung-crushing hug, lifting Ellie off her feet in the process. "It's Christmas! You should be dancing and eating and singing carols and joining in on the general holiday hubub! Hubub... buh-buh-buh-bub... Hee~!" Spin spin spin. Hiccup. Ugh. No more spinning. Rhythan started to set Ellie down, caught sight of the other half of one of his favorite OTPs, and carried the healer over towards the man.
"Special delivery for Hoshi Yogo," he announced, holding Ellie out at arms length, her feet barely touching the floor.
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Diana Hawk
Ireth
Ass't Principal; Head of Shapeshifters
You told I had the eyes of a wolf; search them and find the beauty of the beast.
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Post by Diana Hawk on Jan 8, 2010 21:24:10 GMT -5
Diana blinked as Rhythan held Ellie out to her at arm's length, the poor healer's feet dangling a couple of inches above the floor. Trying hard to keep from giggling, she reached out to take Ellie gently from Rhythan to at least get her feet on solid ground, looking somewhat awkwardly up at the obviously-very-drunk cook. How much rum had been poured into the eggnog, anyway?
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Rhythan
Keme
Iron Chef Glitterwraith
Tell me what you eat, I'll tell you who you are.
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Post by Rhythan on Jan 8, 2010 21:30:29 GMT -5
Rhythan grinned bemusedly, handing Ellie gently to the person he realized now was obviously neither male nor even remotely Asian. When Ellie's feet touched the ground, he sputtered and pointed accusingly at the healer's shoes. "No," he chided. "Mon cherie is fragile like a flower. She must be carried!" He pulled Ellie back from Diana and hefted the woman into his arms like a child. "Or else the floor will eat her feet." He nodded, as if this were all very basic fact, and then smiled again. "And we can't have the floor nomming body parts. Once it gets a taste for human blood, the ghastly thing will be insatiable."
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Bolin Honghui
Keme
The Counselor is a TIGER
Curse not the darkness-- light a candle.
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Post by Bolin Honghui on Jan 8, 2010 21:55:07 GMT -5
Bolin, seeing Ellie in-- well, it wasn't quite distress, but reason for intervention nonetheless-- padded up to Rhythan and leaned past him to say so Diana could see, "I'll take care of it."
"Rhythan, hand her over. I'll make sure the floor doesn't get her." He held out his hands to receive the healer, his grin broad. "Rhythan, hand her over, mate. Really. If you fall over drunk she's going to get hurt. Please hand her over."
Bolin waited a few seconds for a response. Getting none, he arched one eyebrow. "Rhythan, give me Ellie. No, this way. Rhythan, hand her over. To me. To me. Rhythan, the Christmas tree is not me." A full minute of this and Bolin was finally able to guide the cook into maneuvering the healer to him. He took Ellie in much the same fashion as Rhythan had, though the psychologist did so with much more ease than had the cook. He chuckled and shook his head.
Bolin crossed to where Smoke stood. Hoshi was nearby. But... Smoke was closer. And Bolin liked Smoke more.
"We're apparently playing Pass the Ellie. Your turn." He grinned and shifted Ellie's weight in his arms.
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Post by Smoke on Jan 8, 2010 22:07:24 GMT -5
"Oof!" Smoke took Ellie, grinning apologetically at her. "This is probably in the top three strangest party games I've played, but all right: Vincent, would you be so kind as to save our dear Ellie from the floor monsters?"
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Vincent Hawk
Ireth
Sexy British Professor of Music
~ Sing like no one's listening ~
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Post by Vincent Hawk on Jan 8, 2010 22:27:19 GMT -5
Vincent chuckled and held his arms out, gently taking Ellie from Smoke and holding her gently. "I'd be only too happy to. Don't worry, Ellie, the monsters won't get you!" He grinned, looking around for someone to pass Ellie on to.
Spotting the still-drunken Veronique (oh, good grief), he moved closer to her and spoke up, holding Ellie out to her carefully. "Oh, Veronique, our dear healer is in need of your help! There are bloodthirsty creatures in the floor waiting to nibble her feet! You must save her!"
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 8, 2010 22:34:10 GMT -5
Veronique turned sharply, raising an eyebrow at suddenly having an armful of Ellie. "Zhere are no monsters in the floor!" she replied. "Zhat is preposterous!" She paused for a moment. "Well, not in zhis room. Zhere are plenty of monsters in zhe dungeons, but I just have not gotten to clean zhem yet. I did find zhe castle used." Veronique waved her hand dismissively.
The headmaster dumped the healer onto Himmel. "'Ere, 'Immel," she commanded. "For some reason, she needs your 'elp."
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Post by Himmel on Jan 8, 2010 22:48:27 GMT -5
Himmel grinned widely as he grabbed hold of Ellie.
"Monsters in the dungeons huh? Then how did you get out Vero?" Himmel slowly backed away from Veronique in mock horror. "Oh no! It's the leader or The Bloodthirsty Floor Monsters! Don't worry Ellie I'll save you!! Pocky-Ninja-Ranger special ability! Escape!"
He turned and ran with Ellie in his arms towards the refreshment table, finding an empty space on the table he leaped onto it and dove off in a jump-spin move landing in front of Rivienne. He extended his arms full of school healer, bowing. "Pocky-Ninja-Ranger.. Yellow has safely delivered the target Captain!"
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Post by Rivienne Volkova on Jan 9, 2010 1:00:08 GMT -5
Rivienne's eyebrows slid up her forehead. "I suppose I have no choice then," she mused, taking Ellie from the vampire's arms. Though Ellie was nearly feather-light, Rivienne looked very peculiar holding the taller woman.
As fun as everyone seemed to be having with this, perhaps -- for Ellie's sake, if nothing else -- it would be best if Rivienne put an end to this.
Rivienne carried her around to the other side of the table, handing her off to Professor Yogo. "I think Rhythan was intending to hand her to you the first, oh, ten times." She smiled good-naturedly at them. "Oh! and by the way, Ellie, I think I'm supposed to give you a Christmas gift."
Rivienne smiled and handed her a thin present, delicately wrapped in silver paper. "Merry Christmas."
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Elliestraaeln Evans-Barros
Keme
Beloved School Healer
So many things I'd say if only I were able; but I just keep quiet.
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Post by Elliestraaeln Evans-Barros on Jan 9, 2010 1:29:38 GMT -5
Ellie, blushing furiously, covered her face with her hands as she was passed around. She finally looked up as she was handed to Rivienne, and finally Hoshi.
"Oh, my. Thank you, Rivienne," she half-stuttered, still quite flustered. She was grateful to Rivienne-- both for ending the game of Pass the Ellie and for giving her something to focus on other than the players of said game. Her expression brightened and she gasped when the paper fell away, revealing a lovely leather-bound journal. Ellie smiled at Rivienne. "It's wonderful! I love it." Her hands passed over the top edge and felt a few loose sheets at the back. She opened it, and found that these were not loose sheets, but separate papers-- a handful of indian food recipes. Glorious!
"These will be used extensively," she chuckled. "Merry Christmas, Rivienne."
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Post by Hoshi Yogo on Jan 9, 2010 1:59:25 GMT -5
Hoshi continued, somewhat awkwardly, holding Ellie until all the gifts were unwrapped. It wasn't quite that Hoshi had a problem with this per se -- he much preferred this to Bolin holding Ellie -- but it did feel as though everyone was staring at them. Which, to be fair, he was certain they were.
Hoshi smiled sheepishly, setting Ellie's feet gently back on the floor. "Well," he murmured, "that was a bit of an adventure."
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