I hate to bother everyone with questions about another holiday, but I've been reading up on Christmas and... well, I'm kind of confused.

Are we supposed to celebrate the religion or Saint Nick and his magic, and is it for one day or twelve? I keep seeing both in the books.

Oh! And Jack, you're mentioned in the books, too. I thought you'd like to know.

Fair warning: If you're moping, don't be surprised when you're hit with a snowball to the face. Not moping won't lower your chances. I take no responsibility.

Who: Everyone.
What: The fancy anniversary/homecoming ball.
When: Saturday evening, November 9th.
Where: Four Saison's Ballroom.



[ You made it to the ball. Presumably, you will have an awesome time and/or be completely miserable.

Through the doors is a giant dancefloor, with a small orchestra on stage. They're playing beautiful music and later in the evening they'll be replaced with a DJ who will then pump up some sick beats. You can be like hot damn that's my jam.

This ball is full of fancy decorations, fine dining, dancing of all sorts, alcohol??, tears, everyone trying to look their best, and Dinkerton wearing a golden crown and high-fiving a crowned Coulson. The tables are circling the dance floor if you're going to sit down the entire time or you need to eat that food. ]

USE THIS POST TO ACTIONSPAM/LOG UP ALL YOUR BALL ACTIVITIES

We're done, New Moore.

We're breaking up. Anything you want to call it. You've done enough.

Who: Anyone!
What: Rapunzel is meandering around the carnival, looking a little too enthralled and trusting of everything and everyone in the Carnival.
Where: Carnival grounds
When: October 12th
Warnings: Possible spontaneous singing.
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[Jack is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, two bunnies sitting next to him. He gently pets one on the head.]

Hypothetically speaking, how many of you would be interested in having a celebration that isn't creepy and involves lots of lights?

ok so my life up until this point has been fake. shway. thats a headache ill deal w/ later. like after i eat my bodyweight in pizza. freezer-burned peas & carrots dont really do it for me. good choco pudding tho.

but what i really want cleared up is todays date. the year being the priority here. the staff here are sketchier than the mystery meat and i cant get a straight answer from them. so if someone could just clue me in thatd be slammin.

[The video turns on to show London cuddling up on Sarah's lap.]

So...who else is gone? [Xion's gone and now she's rooming with the chief of police....well her day is over.]

Hey! So, I wanted to ask about-- [ excuse the velicoraptor cutting him off and climbing on top of him and nipping at his head ] --oof...Excuse you, Lady McNuggets.. [ He pushes her off and then scoots over to make room while she settles down next to him. We're just going to sit next to a raptor during this. Totally normal. ] ...I've lost my train of thought. Thanks.

I guess I'll start over. Umm. Alright so you're the weirdest pirates ever but I think you're all aware of that. Moving on. Aisling and I had this conversation that got into peanut butter before, which I had never known about and I think is pretty great, and now I'm just kind of wondering about other food. What's like a normal thing that I should really know about? [ he shoves Indy away a bit because she's preening his head but after she insists on doing it he just accepts his fate, drops his hand, and lets her after a moment. sigh. ]

And, well Rapunzel's apparently researching Halloween so I won't ask about that or you're just being repetitive on this. From what I grasped it was like Winternights only you have a costumed sweet-collection going on? Yeah. Anyway, someone mentioned meals too and I doubt anyone's trying to sacrifice things to Jack to ensure a good winter anytime soon- ...They're not right? I'm fine with skipping that one if we're good there-- but it got me thinking about that too. What are the other things everyone celebrates here during the year besides that one coming up?

[ He pauses and glances up at Indy then looks back to the camera ] Also if anyone was looking for a blue parrot, Indy found it before and you're probably not getting it back.

Um, sorry to bother everyone, but...

[Rapunzel speaks softly, holding her phone back enough to reveal that she's inside New Moore's library.]

There isn't anyone at the front desk at the moment, and I found something I'd like to read more about, since... well, I didn't exactly celebrate it back home. If anyone knows where the books on "Halloween" are, would you mind showing me? I'd really appreciate it.

Who: A lonely mermaid and you
What: Dost though hear that fine tune? Go forth, seek out the source.
When: On a particularly sunny but still day
Where: The furthest part of the docks
Warnings: Vocals to die for

( Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray )

[Rapunzel flicks on the video; behind her is the ocean, and she's dressed in an underdress and stay, as it's far too hot for further layers of clothing. To spare her tootsies from getting fried by the sand, she's sitting on a rather sizable quilt and above her is another quilt (she needed something to do to pass the evenings, don't judge her for quilting), which has been propped up with branches of a decent height to create a sort of make-shift cabana.]

I know this weather isn't exactly ideal, which is why I came out to the water.

["Beach" is the technical term, but "water" works find for her purposes. Never mind that she can't swim.]

Except it's kind of lonely, so I was wondering if anyone wanted to join me? If not now, then maybe for dinner tonight? I found a recipe for a cold soup called Gazpacho, and I have a large pot of it chilling in the cold box in the kitchen. Hiccup, Koizumi, Jack, Arthur?

Okay, heatstroke is bad. I'm going to be flying around to cool down the rooms of anyone who needs it. Nothing cold lasts long in this weather, but in the meantime, let's make this as fun as we can. All right?

There better be a freak snowstorm later on at some point. I feel like my element's been very neglected.

My dowry doesn't at least have a sickly sheep or something. This is kind of really insulting. Not that I should take it seriously but---I mean. It's like "Here's your heir to the tribe, sir! All you had to do was hand over some frilly underpants and a box of cake powder stuff! -What mead? We're not celebrating with mead. You get this bottle of bubble junk."

There aren't even swords in this basket. Worst wedding ever.

[Did you hear that scream? If not, she's not sure how you missed it while her windows and door were wide open.

Frying pan in hand, she scrambles away from her angry adversary, fumbling to get her phone to call out to her fellow technologically-stunted acquaintance.

There's a terrible noise in the background as she puts out a mass call over the network for a single young man.]

Hiccup! Can you hear me? The sink, it... it's roaring at me-- no, growling! There must be a monster or something terrible living in it, and I don't know what to do, and it won't stop!

[That's right folks, Rapunzel has unfortunately discovered the garbage disposal. And who can be bothered to read the unopened mail on the counter when the sink immediately next to it has "come alive" and is on the offense?]

I certainly understand having an existential crisis. After that last mix-up, PTSD would be fine as well.

[Archer stood in front of a busted engine, hissing with steam. A number of the parts were fixed with duct-tape and he was going to have to replace them all, hence his irritable tone. One could see it from the corner of Archer's smartphone, which he turned up on its side so he could be seen. He was rubbing his hands down with gritty hand-soap. He wore a pair of glasses, which he had been tipping with his inner wrist so he could inspect the engine block.]

However, boredom should not spring up in my mind as a mental condition worthy of my concern.

At this point, I wonder if it would be a bad thing to return to this supposed fiction.