Yuletide || Never Have I Ever + Mass Meet and Greet

―――― There had been many new joiners of late, of which Atticus was glad, and while they had quickly settled into life at the Ascendants with little issue, Atticus couldn't truly say that he knew any of them that well in any capacity. Sure, he knew their names, maybe a little bit about what they were like based on interactions with them, but if someone asked what their favorite color was, or what they did on their days off, he wouldn't have the slightest idea. While he knew community was important, and it was something he strove to facilitate within the clan, it wasn't always easy to do so. Hence, sitting near the observatory with some cups of cocoa and some treats set out on a platter, he took in a breath to speak, "Meet and Greet! And a game of Never Have I Ever," it was simple, but it would work. As people began to arrive, he would begin to set out small cups of jelly beans, five in each, in front of those that sat down. After a while longer, for the sake of getting things started, he would bring himself to quickly explain the rules, "We'll go around in a circle. First, introduce yourself- your name, maybe one or two things about yourself, or what you like to do, then a statement for Never Have I Ever. For instance, if you've never known how to swim, you could say that- anyone who does know how to swim has to eat one of their jellybeans. If you run out of jelly beans, you're out of the round. Last person standing wins. Anyone may start."

Clarence had never heard of this game before, so he assumed it was something more modern, as most of the things here were. Perhaps one day he'd have to have a day where he put together some of the old games he played and see if anyone knew what they were or remembered them. It was so strange to think he was technically the oldest among a group of people who were technically, physically he same age as him. Even in terms of mental state, they seemed to be just as matured as he was, for the most part. Yet his life had to be much longer than theirs, as a human, but he assumed they must develop quite a bit faster than humans do, given their shorter lifespans (in most cases). In any case, Clarence was aware that many of his experiences wouldn't match theirs, but he still wanted to put in some effort to be involved with the group. He listened as Orpheus and Ambroise began to play, although the second man seemed rather disgruntled with the whole thing. When Orpheus stated he'd never kissed a lady, Clarence didn't eat one of his jelly beans. He hadn't kissed a lady. He hadn't actually kissed anyone. It was a fact the man was a bit embarrassed about, given most men his age were married by now, but he told himself he hadn't had the time for it and there was no one he was interested in anyway. There wasn't a single woman in all of London he wanted to marry, so he hadn't bothered with it. At Ambroise's specific statement, once again he didn't eat any of his jelly beans. Honestly, he wasn't sure what 'outing' oneself meant but he didn't dare ask. The man seemed to be in a sour mood, as he often was, and Clarence wasn't one to test anyone's patience. Finally, with Orpheus' last statement, he picked up a jelly bean and ate it. He'd been swimming in the ocean many times, having lived near a coast and having been a member of the Navy. Then he seemed to realize it was his turn and he paused a moment, thinking, before speaking, "Never have I ever... um... forgotten to blow out the candles before going to sleep?" It was an important aspect of his life previously but he wasn't sure if it was 'relatable.' Still, he was trying his best.

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BLOOD LUST IN A HOLY WAR

Jerseyboy hadn't been out-and-about lately, which was somewhat abnormal for the normally social creature. Maybe it was the sickeningly-sweet holiday season that had driven him away from everything? Probably. He knew of Christmas and all that, but he seldom actually celebrated it. Nobody ever got him everything and vice versa, it was just the way that it went. He was fine with the fact.

The tuxedo tom had gathered his jelly beans, quietly thinking to himself how much more fun this game would have been with shots instead of sweets. He couldn't help but snort at the answers that the others gave. "Never Have I Ever" kissed a lady? Said a bad word? "Sheesh, yous makin' me lose al-fuckin'-ready." Whoops. He was terrible at this, wasn't he?

After swallowing down two pink jellybeans, he supposed that it was his turn to go. "Name's Jerseyboy, 'n that's all there is to it. Neva' have I eva' gotten a Christmas present." Which may have sounded sad to some, but he personally didn't give a shit. He had only been alive for, what? One or two Christmases? His parents or friends sure didn't give a crap about the holidays, considering that they were strays who only had their next meal to worry about.