12-11-2019, 09:13 PM
Aided by a gigantic sigh of relief, a gray paw placed the final gift under the tree. Afterwards, the wolfhound paced towards the tavern's hefty doorway and turned around so that he could see the product of his day's work. He did not believe himself to be a practitioner of feng shui, or whatever art there was to home decor, but he trusted that he did a damn good job on sprucing up the place for the holidays.
Red lined adorned the inn's bar and numerous circular tables, acting as festive tablecloth. Wineglasses filled with eggnog were arranged neatly atop the tables - a few with spillage surrounding their crystalline bases, for Leroy lacked expertise when it came to pouring liquids. For those who found eggnog to be utterly revolting, such as the General, a handful of other holiday beverages were available for one's sipping pleasure, such as: mulled wine, ciders, punch, and of course, hot chocolate. The drinks that weren't eggnog were could be found situated upon the bar. Food-wise, snickerdoodles and shortbread cookies had been placed atop the wooden tables as well. These biscuits were but wee morsels in contrast to the turkeys, both of which would be consumed after the gifts were opened, and currently rested on two spit roasts in one of the back rooms. The birds' nourishing aroma permeated through the building, practically sticking to the walls, so the fact that the Gala doubled as a holiday feast wasn't a well-kept secret.
The fireplace became the home to four knit stockings, each being occupied by unknown knickknacks and baubles. To the right of the fireplace was a tree, leaf-bare and horribly bedecked with tinsel. Perhaps asking for assistance with the decorating process would have been beneficial, though Leroy wanted this to be a total surprise. If another soul dared to aid him while he prepared the tavern, then what lay inside the gift boxes might potentially become common knowledge. So, for the whole day, he operated in secrecy, closing off the building to all outsiders so that the element of surprise wouldn't be lost. The ugly tree was a sacrifice for this, but the presents wholeheartedly made up for it. Neath the tree's desolate branches were coloured packages, each sloppily wrapped in red ribbon. These boxes acted as the key component to the Gift Gala. Sure, the drinks looked appealing, and the food was to die for, but you can't have a Gift Gala without any gifts. Once enough familiar faces piled in through the grand doorway, some gift unwrapping could be done.
Everything looked tiptop. Awesome. Today was laborious for the male. Some of the materials, such as the tablecloth and ribbon, proved exceptionally hard to come by. And tugging the tree across the landscape while half asleep had been hard, to say the very least. At least its height only reached a couple of metres. His muscles ached, and begged for rest. Though, his task wasn't quite over just yet. No, for in fact, it hadn't even begun. The true challenge was getting everyone inside, and subsequently having a good time.
He pushed open the doors, allowing daylight to break inside for the first time in hours. "Everyone!" he shouts energetically, "The Great Gift Gala has commenced! Come in, or ya won't get no present!"
Following his announcement, he returns to his position in front of the tree. He wanted those attending to enter, maybe grab a bite to eat, and ready for the real fun.
// SO. HERE'S HOW THE GAME WORKS. WHEN YOU REPLY, I WILL SEND YOU A DM ON THE SITE, WHICH IS WHAT Y/C WILL RECEIVE IN THEIR GIFT. THIS DM WILL BE STRAIGHT TO THE POINT, AS I'M ONLY SENDING YOU THE OBJECT, AND NOTHING MORE.
// AFTER A GOOD AMOUNT OF PEOPLE REPLY, LEROY WILL TELL EVERYONE TO GRAB A GIFT.
Red lined adorned the inn's bar and numerous circular tables, acting as festive tablecloth. Wineglasses filled with eggnog were arranged neatly atop the tables - a few with spillage surrounding their crystalline bases, for Leroy lacked expertise when it came to pouring liquids. For those who found eggnog to be utterly revolting, such as the General, a handful of other holiday beverages were available for one's sipping pleasure, such as: mulled wine, ciders, punch, and of course, hot chocolate. The drinks that weren't eggnog were could be found situated upon the bar. Food-wise, snickerdoodles and shortbread cookies had been placed atop the wooden tables as well. These biscuits were but wee morsels in contrast to the turkeys, both of which would be consumed after the gifts were opened, and currently rested on two spit roasts in one of the back rooms. The birds' nourishing aroma permeated through the building, practically sticking to the walls, so the fact that the Gala doubled as a holiday feast wasn't a well-kept secret.
The fireplace became the home to four knit stockings, each being occupied by unknown knickknacks and baubles. To the right of the fireplace was a tree, leaf-bare and horribly bedecked with tinsel. Perhaps asking for assistance with the decorating process would have been beneficial, though Leroy wanted this to be a total surprise. If another soul dared to aid him while he prepared the tavern, then what lay inside the gift boxes might potentially become common knowledge. So, for the whole day, he operated in secrecy, closing off the building to all outsiders so that the element of surprise wouldn't be lost. The ugly tree was a sacrifice for this, but the presents wholeheartedly made up for it. Neath the tree's desolate branches were coloured packages, each sloppily wrapped in red ribbon. These boxes acted as the key component to the Gift Gala. Sure, the drinks looked appealing, and the food was to die for, but you can't have a Gift Gala without any gifts. Once enough familiar faces piled in through the grand doorway, some gift unwrapping could be done.
Everything looked tiptop. Awesome. Today was laborious for the male. Some of the materials, such as the tablecloth and ribbon, proved exceptionally hard to come by. And tugging the tree across the landscape while half asleep had been hard, to say the very least. At least its height only reached a couple of metres. His muscles ached, and begged for rest. Though, his task wasn't quite over just yet. No, for in fact, it hadn't even begun. The true challenge was getting everyone inside, and subsequently having a good time.
He pushed open the doors, allowing daylight to break inside for the first time in hours. "Everyone!" he shouts energetically, "The Great Gift Gala has commenced! Come in, or ya won't get no present!"
Following his announcement, he returns to his position in front of the tree. He wanted those attending to enter, maybe grab a bite to eat, and ready for the real fun.
// SO. HERE'S HOW THE GAME WORKS. WHEN YOU REPLY, I WILL SEND YOU A DM ON THE SITE, WHICH IS WHAT Y/C WILL RECEIVE IN THEIR GIFT. THIS DM WILL BE STRAIGHT TO THE POINT, AS I'M ONLY SENDING YOU THE OBJECT, AND NOTHING MORE.
// AFTER A GOOD AMOUNT OF PEOPLE REPLY, LEROY WILL TELL EVERYONE TO GRAB A GIFT.