[closed] Mog's Day Celebration

[unkindled_madness]

Who: Sephiroth unkindled_madness, Loki dothelokimotion, Tina skagzz, and friends!
What: They made up a holiday instead of celebrating any of the actual things they have to celebrate.
When: November 14
Where: their new home in Sunset Falls
Content Warnings: N/A for now


Happy Mog's Day!

What's Mog's Day? Well, it's not surprising you haven't heard of it, since it isn't an Earth holiday. It's a fall celebration marking the end of the season, before moogles enter their annual hibernation. A simple drawing of a moogle (a white, vaguely koala-like animal with small bat wings) was included in the invitation. On arrival, guests will be asked to don a large red nose, out of respect for Mog. The hosts are exempt from this, given they're the ones throwing the party and all.

Want a tour of the house? The hosts are not familiar with the concept of a housewarming party, but that's essentially what this is, and any of them would probably show you around if you like. They've just moved, but there's no sign of boxes. Rather, the bookshelves and decor seem a little sparse, their belongings having migrated from a smaller space. You may catch glimpses of a large orange cat slinking around behind the furniture. He has not yet adjusted to his new surroundings, and all the strangers aren't helping.

A catered dinner is laid out on the dining room table. (They can cook, they just... didn't.) There's also a chocolate cake waiting in the kitchen for later. It's for Loki; Sephiroth doesn't really care about cake.

The nearby back door leads out into the yard, and the fire pit. Arranged on a table are some materials one might use to create a simple effigy of someone you particularly hate. There's also a bag of marshmallows, seemingly as an afterthought.

Comments

[unkindled_madness]

I'm sure I will.

[dothelokimotion]

[ it never ceases to make his heart swell. how certain sephiroth is, of this. of something he never cared about before. he swipes his thumb over sephiroth's cheek briefly, not wanting to make a show of things here.

with a murmur. ]

Never doubt.

[unkindled_madness]

[He may be getting better about PDA, but he does appreciate the restraint.]

I don't. Not you.

[dothelokimotion]

I know.

[ it's not why he said that. it was more for his benefit than sephiroth's. to remember. a new oath. ]

But I want to keep the reminder.

[unkindled_madness]

[Ah.]

...I have something for you later. A reminder.

[dothelokimotion]

For me?

[unkindled_madness]

I realize it's a bit backwards. [It being Sephiroth's birthday and all.]

But we have more than one thing to celebrate.

[dothelokimotion]

[ his eyes are alight with curiosity now. ]

We do. So what is it?

[unkindled_madness]

You don't want to be surprised?

[dothelokimotion]

Oh, it's a surprise now. Very well.

I'll keep my questions to myself.

[unkindled_madness]

Mm. And now you have something to anticipate.

[dothelokimotion]

I do like that.

[unkindled_madness]

...I suppose for now we ought to attend to our guests.

[dothelokimotion]

[ he sighs. ]

It would not do to be poor hosts.

[unkindled_madness]

[He chuckles.]

You make it sound like a chore.

[dothelokimotion]

There is some work involved.

[unkindled_madness]

Yes, but it's work you're good at.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki flips his hair. ]

I can't deny that.

[unkindled_madness]

Then perhaps you can show me how it's done?

[dothelokimotion]

Of course.

What would you like to know?

[unkindled_madness]

...is there any etiquette specific to welcoming people into your own home?

[dothelokimotion]

[ he hums. ]

There is usually a speech to welcome people, even strangers into the home. You have to ensure they have use of the hearth, in case of winter.

[unkindled_madness]

It's our responsibility to make sure they're warm, you mean?

[dothelokimotion]

Indeed.

[ loki hums in old norwegian, remembering the tune his mother taught him. ]

Fire he needs, who with frozen knees, has come from the cold without. Food and clothes, must the farer have, the man from the mountains come.

[unkindled_madness]

...if we're meant to sing to them, I'll leave that to you.