it's a quarter past midnight [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the month of December
When: December 18th and onward (post-Trials)
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up y'all



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god knows it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? I've heard chatter of live music or IC DND, so whatever you wanna do here, go for it!]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

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[postictal]

[His thoughts shear away into an uninterpretable blur. Christmas. That's...right. He'd forgotten, honestly, that this was a thing that people celebrated. He'd forgotten it was a holiday. Not just because he's been displaced across space and time at least twice over now, into places where the holidays don't drape themselves over every available surface and dust the edges of roofs with a delicate icing of colored lights and plastic Santa decorations. It just wasn't a part of his life outside of the nominal efforts that the hospital made to brighten up the place, marginally, for a couple weeks in December.]

[The first thing he thinks of when he thinks of Christmas is this: how it turned into one of two days a year that his mom would actually make the effort to visit - so much for the initial promise of once a week, and then once every two weeks, and then once every few months. An approved gift and an approved visit. Then, a phone call. Then, a card.]

[Then, eventually, nothing.]

[His heart seizes once in his chest. Twice.]

[He swallows hard and tries to both look at what she's made for him and avoid doing so, to limited effect.]

[There's no reason that a pair of gloves should make him feel like this.]