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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 26, 2014 2:36:30 GMT
Annice: She nodded in agreement, hoping to distract herself with... anything else at all.
Cain: "Well," he started, looking around before clapping his hands together. "Alright!" His demeanor lightened instantly. "Our first activity is about optimism! The goal of the game is to listen to a bad experience that your partner has had and to tell them what positive things happened as a result. For example, if someone had... I don't know, scraped their knee when they were a child, you could say that they learned not to be so reckless in the activity they had been participating in- and that they have a memory to remember of their childhood of any kind!" He nodded to himself, adjusting his glasses slightly. "It can be any sort of memory, not just from your childhood. It could have happened last week or yesterday or years ago. Don't worry, I'm saving the activity that's the most fun for last."
He turned to Alice and everyone began to follow suit. "Would you like to go first, Miss Alice?" He could very easily go first instead if she showed any hesitation.
Annice: She turned to Haar hesitantly, thinking about anything she could talk about. Biting her lip, she asked, "Do you have any ideas? I'd offer to go first but I'm afraid I'm drawing a bit of a blank..."
((From here we can probably respond however as long as we're responding to the right person in the groups! So, Haar and Annice, Alice and Cain and Sinsir and Morgan. How did it happen that Claire's characters and my characters are all grouped together...??))
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 26, 2014 3:14:55 GMT
Haar: "Ah..." His face contorted. Had to be a game about the past, go figure! Still, he wanted to be a team player...kind of! He puffed his cheeks as he thought. He probably SHOULDN'T use the last five minutes as an example here, he didn't reaaaaallly want her to be upset again. And the uh... Sally and Cain thing really should stay between them so... He tilted his head a bit. He knew what good had come of most of his experiences, he dwelled on them for years! He supposed there was ONE story he never saw anything good come out of, and he supposed it WAS a tad bit funny. "I believe I have something!"
He sighed and took a lock of his hair in his fingers. "You see how...this is all a different color, yes?" He brushed the blonde part back to it's original standing, "When I was a youth, I was extremely inexperienced with magic, yes? Well, I had this ingenious idea to change my appearance, due to conflicts- Long story short, my eye color faded, but I couldn't get the whole thing blonde!" His eyebrow furrowed. "And it would never turn back to brown, either! So I am left with half and half." He realized he had been making over-the top gestures with his hands, and awkwardly put them to his sides. "What do you think of that?" Yes, it seemed very obscure but she had NO IDEA how much it had bothered him during the duration of his life. Just a constant reminder how he had failed! Such a disgrace!
Alice: "Ah, let's see if I can come up with something or another!" She tapped a finger against her cheek and thought for a moment, and couldn't help to giggle. "Oh-Okay, I do have a story! Promise me you won't laugh, all right?" Actually, this thought had occurred to Alice when she had first met Cain, and it was too ironic to pass up! Still, it may not help her cause if she wanted to look professional but... it was merely a game, after all!
Still in the midst of a laugh, she begun, "When I was merely a girl, a had an irresistible sweet tooth-" She laughed for a moment and went on, "Hear me out though!! In Thanksgiving Town, it's one thing to be ungrateful, but to eat dessert before supper is INEXCUSABLE. Believe it or not, I was quite a rebel!!" She cover her mouth for a moment, "So I consumed not one, not two, but three whole pies myself! All before a Thanksgiving dinner! The best part is, I don't even like pies, but my mother would never keep candy in the house!" Oh, even in a dignified house such as her own, there was much conflict between her and her mother! "Would you believe I received three lashings per pie?? And would you believe that's not even the worse part!?" Now, she was full on laughing, "I did the exact same thing the very next day!"
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Post by kryss on Aug 26, 2014 17:54:29 GMT
Sinsir: A bad experience? He shifted. He, admittedly, had led a rather charmed life, with a few notable exceptions. Everything he could think of seemed either too heavy for a mere team bonding excersize, or nothing at all.
"Would you like to sit down?" He asked Morgan, always trying to keep in mind the limitations of biological beings. As he settled into the table, he asked, "Would you rather go first, or should I?"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 26, 2014 19:49:11 GMT
Annice: She thought for a few moments. In all reality, it was rather hard to think of a positive thing that could come out of your hair being permanently changed to a color (or two) that you didn't want it to be. She tapped her finger on her chin for a moment, eyebrows slightly furrowing.
"Well," she started, hesitantly. "Now, you have a distinct hairstyle that makes you easily recognizable! Which is something that is the cause of concern for some people," she explained, half out of trying to sound comforting and half reminding herself that such people existed who spent a lot of time trying to make a statement, even in her Village- though mostly that happened up north. There had to be something else, though... "And it's likely your hair won't go gray, right? That's a pretty universal cause for concern!" Mr. Kandi didn't seem to mind it though, or if he did he certainly didn't show it. "I'm sorry, I don't think that's very helpful, is it?"
Cain: He resisted the urge to laugh for only seconds before chuckling and abruptly apologizing for doing so. "The lashing is, frankly, completely unacceptable," he said, actually deeply concerned about the matter. What kind of place WAS Thanksgiving Town? Were they supposed to be thankful for LASHING? He knew some very... ruthless parents from stories and student files and was beginning to wonder if Thanksgiving didn't truly have some deep-seated issues in the very thing they wanted to be thankful for: family and unity! "And I can't imagine anything good coming from that. That's... no way to raise a child, no matter the behavior. However, you DID get six whole pies out of it, and the indignance might have helped form some personality traits that are more alluring than not-- er, that is to say--" Come on, Cain, you've given speeches in front of thousands of people. Chill! Speak calmly! Think more! His face contorted a bit before he breathed out slowly. Too late to back out now. He'd been leading up to something and now was the time! His relationship with Sally, though very short-lived, taught him a few things about being bold.
"That is to say that there is a certain attractive quality in a woman who makes rules for herself. And I'm sure you've learned since then that others' rules are helpful, so long as they don't come from a corrupt source. Also, now I know that you probably still like sweets and can use this to my advantage if I were to..." his voice lowered a bit, "...take you someplace later? We can discuss it later, of course, if you'd rather." He smiled warmly, trying not to look or sound nervous.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 26, 2014 21:33:35 GMT
Alice: She gestured with her hand, "Oh no no, it's fine, really!" Still, she couldn't help but to laugh just a little more, and then took a deep breath. "I agree, it really isn't the best way to raise a child," Still, she have him a lighthearted smile, "But ah, how a Thanksgiving woman is set in her ways! We can only hope the next generation does us justice, I suppose!!" Opps, she probablyyy should have left that part out, she noted!! Lashings were fairly common where she was from, but in Christmas Town it was most likely safe to assume that wasn't the norm! She hoped she didn't scar the poor innocent candy man though, it wasn't too bad, really...
Her eyes widened, and she lowered her arm from her chin and loosely crossed it with the other. Did he just call her alluring? She couldn't help but to smile at him; the whole thing was just so sweet. He was so worked up over a small compliment like that! It was adorable, really!! She bit her lip as she listened, focusing intently. This was... this was quite unexpected!!! To hear such a rebellious attitude was...well, attractive- She never considered it. It was something so near and dear to her, as her whole childhood had been a game of cat and mouse concerning her questioning obedience with her mother... and he understood that? It's not even that this was a common Christmas trait (She didn't think it was, anyway!) but rather that this candied man, as a whole person, not only accepted this part of her, but liked her for it. Here, every man she had been with tried desperately to change her way of thinking, but in this single conversation, he proved to have the same rational that she had told herself over and over again was the correct way of thinking, or at least, not a flawed one.
Quite honestly, she didn't know what to say! Feeling a slight blush grow in her cheeks, she laughed lightly, "I do love sweets, yes..." She brought a hand to her chin again, "That would be lovely, really! Honestly, I would really like that." She wasn't nervous really as to what he'd say, but she was worried about how she would handle the situation. Not being around people in a few years set her back quite a bit, but she wouldn't let that show! Not here, not ever! "I always have been curious to see Christmas Town, granted it's not a problem!" That's right, be coooool! "But we can discuss details later! I do believe it's your turn, isn't it?" Haha. So cool! Half an hour into her first day and she already had a date?? She'd say she was doing pret-ty well for herself!!
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 26, 2014 22:22:01 GMT
Cain: He smiled crookedly at her, like he was so accustomed to doing, and laughed at the prospect of it ever being a problem for him to take someone to Christmas Town.
"Miss Alice, I can assure you that I have never once regretted going out of my way to take an extra trip to my hometown. I had a bit of an addiction to the process when I first arrived to teach at the Academy--" (still did, but he'd leave that part out. Being an empath made being along for the ride during someone else's first trip to Christmas Town at least ten times more enjoyable! How could he ever pass up being there to feel the wonder, awe and sheer joy coming off of them???) "--as a matter of fact. I would love to take you there-- but yes, details later!" See, Cain, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?
"Ah, yes. My turn." He'd actually been thinking about what to talk about ever since he first thought up the idea and had listed it on his chalkboard while planning. He needed diagrams and charts to think- he was very much a visual learner. "There's a particular story of when I was young that is... well, rather embarrassing, actually! But I'd like to share it.
"When I was younger, I had an obsession with becoming the... 'back-up Claus,' if you will. I was fascinated by my great-Uncle, you see, but naturally, he put his grandson in charge of attending to the duties of the town in his absence, rather than his great-nephew. When I first heard, I was very upset and couldn't understand it-- now I do, of course, but then, I just felt it was unfair. I figured it was because the gene had skipped me-- but that's another story for another day!
"I marched straight to my cousin and told him I could be the better Santa. I believe I was closer to being put on the naughty list at that time than any other day in my life, most likely! He laughed at me, which was a huge strike to my ego back then. It didn't take much teasing or taunting or disbelief in my abilities to wound me back then. I remember what he said very clearly. 'If you think you're the better Santa, then I dare you to deliver presents on the rooftop to this whole block! While using grandpa's sled.'
"At first, I thought it was nonsense and I voiced that very clearly. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought it wasn't such a horrible thing. Stealing the sleigh would be a feat, but even my great-uncle had told me I had more magical prowess than most of the rest of my family, and I knew the elves and reindeer would listen to me if I tried. So I put my plan to action." He laughed a bit before continuing. He couldn't believe he was about to admit to this!
"Well, it worked. I stole the sleigh in the middle of the night and the reindeer obeyed me. I delivered some presents I had whipped up to the first few houses, not caring that it was the middle of May. I didn't think they would either, actually! But a plan like that had to go awry eventually, don't you think? I was certainly the ungrateful little snowball.
"On the... oh, the sixth or seventh house probably, I slipped while climbing into the chimney, and, covered in soot, I fell off the roof. Imagine my surprise when my great-uncle was there to pick me up and command the reindeer to go back to their place...! He had known the whole time what I was up to and let me steal the sleigh. It wouldn't have been a problem if my ego for being the back-up Claus hadn't been bruised and if," he said this while turning his head so she could see his profile and putting his index finger on the bridge of his nose, "I hadn't broken my nose and gotten this dreadful bump in the process! It's the bane of my existence to this day, I'm afraid. But if you have any positives that could come of the teasing I received throughout my life because of this crooked nose of mine, I would love to hear it." He left out that he actually had received a lump of coal in his stocking that year because he also received presents. His uncle had understood that he was provoked and placed part of the blame on his grandson as well, who received two lumps of coal and significantly less presents. The back-up Claus remained the same, though, regardless of his misdoings.
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Post by candyleptic on Aug 28, 2014 5:28:07 GMT
Alice: As she smiled and listened, her eyes kept flashing between Cain and Fred. Pleeeasseee be cool, pretty please! She was confident her face was still a little red, but forgot about that as she heard his story! She didn't realize this man was SO close to Santa!! How exciting! And to think of this little piece of candy as a rebel was just... all too funny! It was strikingly accurate though, in a sense!! Clearly there was a lot more to him than Alice perceived! She couldn't help little bursts of laughter and "On no"s throughout his story. Finally, she mulled it over and came to a conclusion;
"You stole St. Nick's sleigh?? Right under his nose???" This was just too good! "That's amazing in itself, really!! Much more amazing than six pies, I must say!! Well, I do think your cousin learned his place, or at least, was a tad bit closer to than before! You showed him that if he couldn't deliver, you very well could get the job done! That could still hold true now, too. More so, it's good for someone to experience some sort of rebellion early in their life! If you don't, it swells inside of you and manifests in your older years. And, ah, it's much, much easier to fix things when you are younger, isn't it?" She giggled for a moment. "I think even the best people end up on the naughty list once or twice, at least...! HOWEVER, The most important point I have to bring up is, despite all the teasing you've gotten.... Your nose is pretty cute!" She gave him a warm laugh, "Sincerely, I mean it!"
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Post by zykrinnox on Aug 28, 2014 6:41:22 GMT
Cain: He nodded throughout her response, figuring he would hear something similar to what she was saying. "Ah, you don't know the half of my rebellious streak. I've grown out of it, for the most part, now, though!" He stopped and stared when she said his nose was cute, though. He had never once thought of such a crooked, asymmetrical eyesore that took up the middle of his face as anywhere near that, but to hear her say it was... Well, he was certain his nose, cheeks and even ears were even redder than they normally were!!
"Ahah, well, thank you!" Despite how he disagreed, he did know how to accept a compliment. "That does make me feel better, I do admit." He smiled crookedly down at her as he adjusted his glasses somewhat nervously. "If it's all the same, and if I'm not stepping where I don't belong, I must say that your freckles are quite cute, admittedly!" He stumbled on the word 'cute.' Was it weird to use that word even if they used it first? He wasn't sure, but he felt much like it wasn't quite proper. Ah, to Halloween with it, he supposed! If Sally had taught him anything it was that casual dating, complimenting and even flirting was not and never would be the end of the world.
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Post by macxcheese on Aug 30, 2014 5:05:39 GMT
Fred: By this point, she was totally passed out and could not hear Alice's story. Therefore, she also could not proceed to call her a fattie pants for eating six pies.
Morgan: "Hm? Alright." She chose a chair and floated above it, thinking of any bad experiences. "Well, there is always the first time my RHD popped up! Let's see... I was in kindergarten I believe. We'd just started something like 'An Intro to Howling'. It was my turn to howl, and at first I was great! But then I- well- I kept howling. And howling. And it went on for about three hours, I'm told. Finally I stopped, but only after I was branded the biggest freak in banshee school! The doctors told me I had Random Howling Disorder and that there was no known cure. It ruined my career as a banshee!" She paused for a moment and smiled thoughtfully. "I guess the positive part of this is that if that'd never happened, I never would've become a teacher! I personally think I got the better deal."
Laying her hands on her lap, she leaned towards Sinsir. "Your turn!"
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Post by candyleptic on Sept 7, 2014 6:03:30 GMT
Haar: He couldn't help but to offer her a sad, weak smile. Yes, his hair DID set him apart but moreso it was that he was a decaying corpse. But nonetheless, he would be a good sport!! "Quite the opposite!! Your words were QUITE helpful, I assure you!" He looked at her for a moment and then to the floor, and then back at her. "I uh... It's your turn, isn't it?" He hoped that was how this tomfoolery went, he...didn't really pay attention when Cain explained it...
Alice: She couldn't help but to subconsciously raise a hand to her face to cover her mouth and, hopefully, some freckles, at the least! "Oh well, I don't know if I'd call them cute but...thank you!" She hoped her face wasn't TOO red, but...compared to his, she was still pale as a ghost! Hoping to distract herself for juuussttt a moment (and also because she couldn't think of anything alarmingly clever to say, not even a pun!) she looked around to the other groups. "Oh, I think they are still playing! Do we have time for another round, then?" She bit her lip. "I don't mind going again! Let's see...."
She rested her head on her knuckles and swayed her head left and right. "It doesn't amount to eating six pies and it doesn't CERTAINTY amount to stealing a sleigh, but I have something!" She started to chew her lip a little more. If she DID end up going to Christmas Town with him, she would definitely need more cover. Much, MUCH more cover!
"Honestly, I don't hold one curse...I hold two!! In addition to the first one I've shared with you, I'm afraid there's more to the story!" Poor Candy Cane, she did feel pretty bad lying to his face. Stiiiillll, she didn't have much choice! "Crows are often seen as carriers of the dead, and sadly, where there are spirits, they are somewhere close by!" She sighed, "As you could probably imagine, there's usually many close by. At first, honestly, I didn't quite mind, but you have to understand just how...clingy they can be! Do you know what it's like to look into your teacup to see a bird BATHING in it? Oh, and all the feathers! So...SO many feathers!" She shook her head. She'd use them as bookmarks if she could, really. "If you can give me an upside to THAT I'd LOVE to hear it!!"
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