it's the most wonderful time of the year

[innocentloveholic]

[ Today's invitations are stupidly glittery. Like, there is an obscene amount of glitter? It is going to get everywhere and also on you and there is almost nothing you can do, so enjoy it. They are also obnoxiously colored, because Aligula has missed having the option of adding colors to all of her creations, and she has decided to rectify this.

Anyway, the message itself is blessedly simple, and written in her usual curly-cute script:

Christmas party in the ballroom at 5pm!!
Don't be late!!!
Lots of treats!!!!
also bring whatever you don't want from whatever you got out of that crappy vending machine because we're doing a
~SUPER SANTA SWAP MEET~
and a super special contest!!!

~ Aligula ♥

...The ballroom is likewise obnoxiously decorated, with cut-out Christmas trees and ornaments and chains of colorful streamers and... and look, we got an art studio. Aligula's determined to make up for lost time here. Her treats are all sorts of sweets, like cookies and cakes and a small parfait bar, but she actually does have some other things available: peanut butter and jelly finger sandwiches, an attempt at curry that's pretty bland, salad. The usual refreshments are there too—water, hot chocolate, milk with various syrups so you can make your own, some tea that's been steeped way too long sorry tea drinkers!!!

The swap meet is more or less relegated to the space by the piano; go dump your unwanted things and trade with other people, or just take it off their hands. Or, if you want to be more Santa-like, go gift someone something you don't want!!! Either to get it off your hands or because you think they'd actually like it, whatever. As for the contest...

There's a table marked "COORDY-J CONTEST" off to the side, with plenty of paper and supplies from the art storage—the rules are there too and also very simple: Draw what you think Jericho looks like, and the winner gets to throw the first doll into the fire. ]

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[hentopan]

[ He tilts his head, but he's more than happy to explain. ]

Technically it could, but the recognition would be all over the place. [ ...hm. ] Like jamming a puzzle piece where it doesn't fit. The more complimentary the soul, the stronger the bond is, which affects power and all of that. Not interested in a body which can't do what I want it to do, you know?

[paralogical]

Hm. Don't think the Colorless King had a problem with that. [ Ultimately, it doesn't matter if he did or didn't. The Colorless King died, he died right after, and he was satisfied with that. More than satisfied.

Okay, turning on the stove and cracking an egg into the pan. Fascinating stuff, this. ] Then again, dunno if he had a body anymore either. Wonder if that had something to do with it.

[hentopan]

[ Kings huh? He remembers that from Mikoto's profile. Maybe he'll ask about it, but the body stuff is more relevant. ]

You can do stuff without a body, but it's more risky and more of a pain in the ass. I value efficiency, maybe he didn't. All the time in the world doesn't mean shit if you don't use it well.

Besides, bodies are useful for other things~.

[paralogical]

[ Terumi, you're something else. He presses his left hand to his temple and chuckles, short and low. ]

Doubt he ever learned that. [ And unlike Terumi, he highly doubts the Colorless King had a lot of time (though he was arguably efficient). Everything ended in 12 days and he couldn't have been king for much longer than that.

He picks up the spatula to nudge the eggs with it, mulling over everything Terumi;s been saying. Souls, jigsaw pieces, vessels... Hm. ]

[hentopan]

Heh, too bad for him—but least you know better. [ He leans back up against a cabinet, hands still in his pockets. ]

What happened to 'im?

[paralogical]

Hm. Dunno about that. [ Not elaborating on this. The Colorless King did what he wanted. He knows how tempting it is to get lost in the power of a king—so he can't fault anyone else for losing themselves to it. In a weird way, he kinda respects it.

Moving over to shove some bread into a toaster with his left hand. ]

Anyway, he did somethin' stupid. [ How to explain it? Ah. He raises his right hand and opens his palm to show Terumi. ] So I burned him until nothing was left.

[hentopan]

That's what they took from you, huh?[ He doesn't really need the confirmation given it's not the first time he's seen that gesture. He grins nonetheless. ]

Sounds like it was a lot of fun~. I'd say you should show me sometime but...

[ Well, you know. ]

[paralogical]

But I can't while we're in here. It's too bad.

[ Casually gonna offer that for Terumi. Everyone here is keenly aware of their position, huh? Anyway, since he's spent like forever making something stupid simple, let's say it's done. He slaps the bread on a plate, the eggs on the toast, and holds it out for Terumi to take. ]

[hentopan]

It really is.

[ Y'know, he had almost forgotten about the food. He takes the plate automatically and then kind of stares at it. So they're not hard-boiled which is honestly fine (don't tell Hazama this), but there's something else besides eggs???? ]

Why'd you put 'em on bread?

[paralogical]

'cause you need to eat more than just eggs.

[ Click. And off goes the burner. Somebody else can clean off the frying pan, the only other thing he's gonna do is put away the eggs. Not his problem anymore. ]

[hentopan]

[ Again, he should argue. But after a moment of contemplation he grumbles and takes a small bite.

It actually is a boon that the bread is so plain; it's more tolerable than he expected it to be. Course he's not saying that, but he takes a second bite (nibble). ]

Least I don't have to go back to that shitty party now. [ That was barely an attempt, but that's all he's got. ]

[paralogical]

[ Nice to know someone other than Anna appreciates his lackluster cooking skills. If you want something plain and without spices, he's your chef. If he feels like cooking. ]

Is that why you were there, for the food?

[hentopan]

[ More slow eating. ]

Basically, didn't want to hear lovebird bitch either.