[Freezair]

Unlike his sister, Tyler thought that the theme for this advent calendar was, like, mega lame, man. Tropical? Who wanted a TROPICAL Christmas? You couldn't go snowboarding on a tropical island, man! And the music. Gag. It wasn't the cool kind of old, like classic rock--it was old person music. Ugh. Then again, his sister was born a couple decades out of line with reality. Not like him. He was totally radical and mega cool!

Or at least, he thought so.

...Or at least, Kasey thought so too.

...Maybe she wasn't so bad, his sister.

He discreetly grabbed himself a barbecued skewer of meat and veggies and wandered off to check the day's prize.

[Middy]

Events were always a welcome sight, even if he had been busy all autumn attending to his craft. Gale looked around at all the other people gathered, a bright and cheery smile on his face. What would the days gift be? There were so many guesses that he couldn't possibly think of what it COULD be. Maybe it could be some rare mushroom, infused with magic? Something relating to astronomy? Or maybe just a festive prize! Whatever it ended up being for today, it was bound to be magical all its own.

[Kylo]

Yeah he learned the theme is tropical but since did he care about sticking to a theme? The rotting fenling was back once again with even more holly and a different hat this day. It looked like it was made out of a long dead rabbit or something, but who really wanted to get close enough to figure it out? The sack was still there and still making clanking and clacking noises as it was moved only it smells a bit more pungent today.

The fenling crept over to the drink table and silently swiped a coconut drink before retreating back to a nice cozy corner away from the noise and bustle. Yes this was good.

[Lilith Michaelis]

The party was crowded and loud and Kakashi was questioning the music choices of whoever the hell was running it, but they hadn't managed to drive him out yet. He was content, for a time, leaning against the wall and people watching. About half of the room was confused and displeased with the theme decision and the other half was delighted with it.

Soon enough though, it'd gotten dull and voices and faces had begun to blur together. Luckily, that's when he saw him. A strange, yet familiar silhouette he'd seen out of the corner of his eye many times in the Whisper Forest. He followed the sound of clacking bones and found a young boy huddled up among a number of boxes. He smiled under his mask and knelt down a few feet away. "Hi there. Looks like you're havin' fun."

[Saahs]

Omen's head lilted slightly as he watched a man approach him from across the garishly decorated room. A familiar man, one he'd observed many times back at Home. He was like many of the other people that came from the same village nestled in the Whisper Forest; dangerous, but isolated from others and never making use of their dangerous skills when not necessary. It was both boring and intriguing.

As the masked man squatted in front of him, the child's eyes narrowed in what was... hopefully, a smile. "Fun," he repeated, bobbing his head up and down while he wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position amongst his castle of boxes. But then he took a closer look at the man, craning his neck and leaning far forward. Skull mask to cloth mask, so he could get a really, really good look.

[Adelie]

A holiday party, eh? Not her style, not exactly - she doesn't even celebrate much of anything, around this season - but she doesn't like to turn down an invitation, either.

After all, a big party is quite nice. So many people to get lost behind, so many little crevices where she can just set herself up, take a sip of some free food and drink, and get a moment's reprieve from the rest of the world outside. Paradoxical, maybe - but she finds the party the best place to be alone.

[MythicDusk]

Oh goodness, he was late. He couldn't believe how blatantly late he was. Orion rushed from his truck, wrapped in gifts he had recoeved from his forum friends. A sweater, a scarf, one had even made him pants. He had no idea how they had made pants, but here he was wearing them.

After all, they were incredibly comfortable.

He was halfway to the door before he realised he had a number of star charts in his arms. It was habit, he supposed. Most of the time he went out it was either for shopping or to display his charts. He quickly shoved them back in his car, trying not to crumple them before he turned back to the revenue and pushed open the door, murmuring an apology for being late.

[FrostWynd]

She would be very delighted by what she would find this year when she opened up that door. A certain familiarity washed over her when she stepped into the warm building and her blue gaze swept over everything the place had to offer. Their tropical theme was very reminiscent of what her own home was like, with its beautiful sandy beaches and warm sunny days.

But there was plenty about it that was also quite alien and different from what she was familiar with. Such as the pink sand that was covering the entire floor. Were all of their own beaches here actually pink? That detail in particular made her very curious, that she started to imagine what that would even look like. Even the food was another beast entirely, as it was so different and widely varied that even her own cooks would probably be jealous of how many dishes were being served here!

[RiDragon]

A voice caught the professor's attention, one that he had not expected, though he couldn't bring himself to feel surprised.  Something about it though...  Perhaps he was mistaken...  could that ruffian perhaps have a brother?  His tone was much too soft and playful and his posture, though not quite warm and welcoming, was still far from the regular coldness he had unfortunately grown familiar with almost exactly a year ago.  Perhaps it had been more than a year?  It wouldn't be the first time he completely lost track of the correct time, a mortal mind can only take so much at once before losing all sense while recovering.  Though he was sure he kept proper track this time, he even had a little mini calendar and everything!  

He tried to keep the man in the corner of his eye rather than outright staring, trying and failing to figure out if this was indeed the same person or perhaps a twin or relative before the familiar déjà vu-like feeling that multiverses carried finally clicked in his head.  But how?  Had he slipped into a similiar universe by accident?  It wouldn't be the first time, but he was so keenly aware of such things after so many experiences.  Or perhaps last year's cane-slap had messed up far more than the man's physical body...  Oopsie.

[Kyrit]

Free was always a good thing. In fact, one might consider free things to be quite the steal. That was her excuse for docking the ship and heading in to town to visit the advent calendar. Upon entering the building, she was quite taken back by the decorations. Not exactly what came to mind for interior design this time of year, but she did quite like it. Her eyes were quickly pulled away from the decorations though, drifting straight to the wall of gifts. Exactly the reason she'd wanted to show up. For now, she started her way toward the station to claim the day's gift.

[Flame]

Atlas was in a hurry as he made his way to the familiar place he remembered well from the year prior. In true Christmas tradition, the Advent calendar event gave out free gifts each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, and he was more than well aware of the fact that he'd already missed the first day of the festivities.

As such, he hurried twice as fast to get to the shop today to ensure that he didn't miss out on another day. It honestly didn't really even matter what the gift was, but rather celebrating the spirit of the holidays. Making his way up to the station, he huffed a sigh of relief as he joined the line of people already waiting to claim today's gift.

[Jaden Wolf]

Ahmei was the lucky winner for the day, though she hadn’t been told until after her morning ritual. Therefore, by the time she got around to the tavern, it was quite late. In fact, she was concerned she might be late and miss out on her day altogether. She would have felt horrible if that happened.

But she made it, and that’s all that matters. Dressed in woefully exposing clothes for these temperatures, the priestess weaved her way to an empty seat. Those she brushed would find her rather warm despite having just walked in, and with bare skin to boot.

[Night]

Doyun allowed his thoughts to drift, carefully categorizing the things that he'd been wanting to work on this evening and settling times in his schedule that he may be able to do them. Considering he'd been drug out against his will this evening, he would have a lot to make up; their schedule rarely allowed them down time, even when they weren't preparing for a comeback. Rather, his schedule didn't - he liked to think that he held himself to a rather high standard, and he wasn't about to begin slacking just because they weren't currently promoting. He supposed he may be able to break the evening's dance practice up into a few smaller sessions sprinkled between the time he'd allotted for writing raps and going to the gym...

From beneath the bill of his cap, he scanned the crowd for Min-jun. The elder had disappeared easily amongst the other guests, just as Doyun figured he might. He had never quite understood what his presence added to Min-jun's outings. The other rarely bothered to keep up with him, slipping away to attend his rapidly shifting attentions. Perhaps he'd made new friends, and he wouldn't even notice if Doyun slipped out the door?

As if he'd gained some sort of extrasensory attunement to Doyun's escape attempts, Min-jun appeared at his shoulder. He grinned down at him, poking absently at some of the flowery decor. "Having fun skulking around in the corner?"

Doyun wasn't going to deign to respond. He scooted a little further back, putting as much distance as polite conversation would allow between them. "How long did you say this was going to last?"

"I didn't." Min-jun smirked, grabbing a couple of drinks off the tray of a passing waiter and offering one towards the younger. When Doyun didn't grab for it, he shrugged, downing one rapidly and settling the empty glass on a nearby table. "Are you just going to sit around looking like the world's most depressed shadow all night?" He frowned, his eyebrows drawing up towards his hairline. "I did tell you this was a party, right? Not a funeral?"

[Sarah]

Relic followed lazily after his brother. The tavern was full of people and he wanted to take his time remembering their faces. He also wanted to make sure he didn't recognize anyone, and that no one looked too much like a threat. Relic didn't expect to be jumped in a room full of people, but he wouldn't put it past a very determined foe. Nothing of note came up from his walk.

"Find anything interesting?" Relic asked, now standing next to Oreon.

"They're giving out prizes every day," Oreon said. He seemed excited at the prospect of this human venture. It was a bit strange to see his eyes light up as they were.

"We better get our prize for today then," Relic said.

[ToxxicRenegadeAngel]

It was her third day shopping, and Rheese was ready to put her bags down and rub her feet.

She was just so frustrated today; Lloyd had been his usual self, and the prank with her breakfast this morning had not only necessitated a shower and a change of clothes, but it had meant she had had to leave without eating breakfast and she had still been late. Thanks to Lloyd, her whole day was off schedule, and the worst thing was that she still hadn't eaten.

When she found the tavern door (or it found her, she was sure it was moving around), she pushed her way in without hesitation. Ignoring the Advent calendar event (for there would be time for that later), she leaned on the bar and asked "Hey there, do you do food?" with a hopeful smile on her face.