Haymitch's Christmas EXTRAVAGANZA!!
Dec 19, 2017 23:36:10 GMT
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Post by Medivha on Dec 19, 2017 23:36:10 GMT
Open to all!
Vieka scrunched up her nose, looking utterly displeased by the throngs of people that were milling about. She hadn't expected to see so many people attending this little gathering of her fathers, but apparently the word had spread quite well and now there were people everywhere. The cadet did the part she promised, she supplied the food and drink and helped her old man set up the decorations, but if he expected her to 'mingle' with the people, he had another thing coming. She was still recovering from when she woke up from her coma not long ago and she rued the idea of anyone noticing her bruised and battered form yet. Barnaby and Kunchen were already a handful, she didn't need anyone else doting over her or asking questions. Still, she'd like to think they did a good job. Placing the last of the nibbles down on the table, Vieka took a quick glance around.
Apparently the old man had ask Amon permission to take up part of the main merchants square, and boy was it now decked out. Festive decorations and lights hung from the shops, late night stalls were set up selling gifts and little hand made tasty treats, and robotic just about everything was... well, just about everywhere. Clockwork robotic reindeer and even a fat Santa that the old man had made himself, whirling steam and clicking noises as it entertained rather loud children. And in the middle of it all at the squares centre, was the biggest, most ridiculous tree you had ever seen, covered in bawballs and pretty twinkling lights. A stage with a live band settled just underneath it. Her contribution to the ruckus, was tables of free food. Mince pies, mini quiche, sausage rolls, cheese and pineapple on skewers, home made breads and dips, and three giant vats of different drinks. It reminded her a lot of the failed fireworks attempt from some time ago, bringing a melancholy look to the woman's face briefly.
"Whats with the long face sprog? Wheres yer festive cheer?" Haymitch grinned crookedly, slapping his daughter on the back good naturally. He gave her an apologetic grin when she winced and hissed harshly under her breath, rubbing her back in a placating manner.
"Dead. Along with my spine." She muttered. She wasn't usually a bitter grouch for Christmas. Actually, she usually loved the season. Just, this year was a bit... well, she had a lot on her mind, and she wasn't exactly in peak physical condition either. Eyeing the man's.... 'festive' outfit, she dismissively gestured to the meandering masses. "Go and entertain or something, rather than causing me more bruises. I need to finish setting up the food. The main band is waiting for you to officially start the party."
Haymitch hummed, looking out at his handy work with a rather pleased look. Then with a little skip in his cricked step, he bounded over to the main stage, much too spiritedly for a sixty something year old man in the doctors opinion.
Stepping up, he greeted each of the band members with an enthusiastic hand shake and a wide grin, then eventually moved over to the microphone at the stages centre.
Apparently the old man had ask Amon permission to take up part of the main merchants square, and boy was it now decked out. Festive decorations and lights hung from the shops, late night stalls were set up selling gifts and little hand made tasty treats, and robotic just about everything was... well, just about everywhere. Clockwork robotic reindeer and even a fat Santa that the old man had made himself, whirling steam and clicking noises as it entertained rather loud children. And in the middle of it all at the squares centre, was the biggest, most ridiculous tree you had ever seen, covered in bawballs and pretty twinkling lights. A stage with a live band settled just underneath it. Her contribution to the ruckus, was tables of free food. Mince pies, mini quiche, sausage rolls, cheese and pineapple on skewers, home made breads and dips, and three giant vats of different drinks. It reminded her a lot of the failed fireworks attempt from some time ago, bringing a melancholy look to the woman's face briefly.
"Whats with the long face sprog? Wheres yer festive cheer?" Haymitch grinned crookedly, slapping his daughter on the back good naturally. He gave her an apologetic grin when she winced and hissed harshly under her breath, rubbing her back in a placating manner.
"Dead. Along with my spine." She muttered. She wasn't usually a bitter grouch for Christmas. Actually, she usually loved the season. Just, this year was a bit... well, she had a lot on her mind, and she wasn't exactly in peak physical condition either. Eyeing the man's.... 'festive' outfit, she dismissively gestured to the meandering masses. "Go and entertain or something, rather than causing me more bruises. I need to finish setting up the food. The main band is waiting for you to officially start the party."
Haymitch hummed, looking out at his handy work with a rather pleased look. Then with a little skip in his cricked step, he bounded over to the main stage, much too spiritedly for a sixty something year old man in the doctors opinion.
Stepping up, he greeted each of the band members with an enthusiastic hand shake and a wide grin, then eventually moved over to the microphone at the stages centre.
"Dolls and Gentlefolk!"
The speakers echoed over the whole street, drawing everyone's attention.
"Thank yer for all coming to my grand Christmas party! A big thanks to all the shops and game stall's that 'ave come short notice t'night! Go and enjoy them all, and pig out on all the good stuff.
"Let's start this extravaganza! ENJOY!"
The Clock struck seven PM, the small crowd cheered, and with that, the band started playing with an almighty hoot.
The speakers echoed over the whole street, drawing everyone's attention.
"Thank yer for all coming to my grand Christmas party! A big thanks to all the shops and game stall's that 'ave come short notice t'night! Go and enjoy them all, and pig out on all the good stuff.
"Let's start this extravaganza! ENJOY!"
The Clock struck seven PM, the small crowd cheered, and with that, the band started playing with an almighty hoot.
Vieka watched off to the side with a wary look. Why did she have a horrible feeling like tonight was going to end on it's head?