aterat | Winter log

Who: Everyone!
What: Open Log
When: December
Where: The Hunter's Lodge
Warnings: N/A
Notes: This is a mingle log, so people are free to set up their own TLs under it. So tag in and tag around!

Snow has fallen outside and while it's not heavy it's set just enough down to gently cover the wooden benches and ground outside. The chairs have been removed but the lanterns are still out and lit (as well as the little lights that have been replaced with more festive ones) if people want to walk around outside and have private chats among the snow, the trees and the lighting.

Potluck - Food is all around. Got a story about how the food you brought is part of a long standing family tradition? So much the better! But Ignis for his part has been researching and working on bringing the foods he's heard about. So here you'll find an appetizer platter along with a cream cheese tree, turkey, ham, his version of the Crown City roast, stuffing balls, roasted potatoes and roasted vegetables, and of course a few different desserts.

So you can find him making sure the table is decked out in christmas colours and full of food. But as he sets the last appetizer tree down on the table, he nods. "Quite glad to see that you could make it."

Trim a tree A small group of freshly cut green trees are sitting in a corner with room to go around the back. Simple lights are already in place, but there are ornaments with hooks sitting in silent invitation to decorate the tree and gather around as well as different coloured garland too.

But there's plenty of supplies and being able to decorate a tree with Nida last year was all sorts of fun as it will be again this year. So the advisor is definitely happy that nature can come inside at least temporarily.

Ignis stands back and takes a look at the trees with a satisfied sort of nod. "I suppose after the holiday, I will see about replanting it outside." Turning to his guest, there's an easy smile. "It won't do to simply throw it away do you think?"

Gift exchange - Gifts aren't required, but people are free to do so. This can be as private or as public as wished! The royal strategist is busy arranging gifts under the tree, trying to make some sense as to how they should be grouped, so he's on his knees trying to keep the order straight. As soon as someone approaches, he acknowledges their presence with a smile. "Would you mind handing me that blue wrapped gift sitting on the chair right next to you?"

Wild card- Dancing? Snowball fights outside? Feel free to make up a thing here!

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Illyana had spent a lot amount of time debating if she wanted to come or not. Ultimately, she'd gone with at least attempting to make an appearance. After playing a Christmas trick on Mono she made her way inside and wandered around. Her final destination took her to the attempt at cookies that made her tilt her head and smirk.

"Well, well, I suppose I know who made these," she said as she picked one up and turned it over in her hands curiously. "If I die after trying this, I'll know who to curse." And with that she took a bite of the cookie, only to slowly place it back down as she realized just how hard it was.

Jacob smile widened when he noticed that not only had Illyana picked up one of his cookies but she'd taken a bite out of it. It wouldn't kill her but it did taste a little bit like cardboard. "Hey. Didn't think I'd see you here." He didn't think that she'd come to this sort of thing but it was good to see her.

"Want to tell me what you think of the cookie?" He didn't expect her to lie though he was curious if she would after their last conversation.

"I had nothing better to do." Which was true enough. Mostly. At least that was the story she was going to stick to no matter what.

She let out a laugh at his question and tilted her head. "Hard enough to defend yourself with." Was she suggesting that it could potentially be used as a throwing star? Maybe. "But...the flavor is decent enough."

Jacob grinned. "That's my excuse too." It made him feel better to act detached even though he wasn't.

"So I should use them as throwing stars?" He picked up one of the cookies and pretended to aim it at one of the nearby trees. After a second, Jacob tossed it with a flick of his wrist. He wasn't super human but he was skilled at throwing and managed to get the cookie firmly imbedded into the nearby branches.

"Mm, it didn't break. Guess you were right though I still think it taste like cardboard. I don't think I added enough sugar." Or water... or whatever made cookies not hard. He really didn't know.

"It's not an excuse," though it definitely was an excuse. Just not one that she was ever going to admit to.

"That might actually be their best use," she said with a smirk. Okay, she was definitely going a bit far there, but nobody could ever say Illyana didn't enjoy teasing people now and then. And sure enough when he threw it she gave a tiny nod of approval. "A weapon fit for a demon war."

She tilted her head as she looked at the cookie in a branch and then back at him. "I think there may be more problems with that than a lack of sugar. But what would I know? We didn't have sweets in hell."

Jacob smiled and decided to try to act as if he believed her. It wasn't that he thought she was lying on purpose but he saw a lot of his past self in Illyana and found it difficult to separate his own preconceived notions with the facts. He made a mental note to work on that. It wasn't fair to her to make those kinds of assumptions and he valved their friendship enough to put in the extra effort.

"I think it's sturdier than wood." He could make a gingerbread house that not even Hanse and Gretal would eat. "I'll make sure to make cookie daggers next time."

Jake glanced back at Illyana and frowned. "Do you have any food in hell? I figured that you wouldn't have to eat there." He was also pretty sure Heaven would have been the same way.

"Perhaps they would be good weapons for my imps. They're about their size," she smirked. In all honesty, she could see herself giving them cookie daggers as actual weapons. It'd be a joke but at the same time it'd probably work for them. Actually, they'd probably like it.

"Of course we have food in hell," she shook her head and made a tsk sound. "Even demons have to eat. Usually each other."

"I'd be happy to make you more." He didn't know what he did to make the cookies this hard but he was sure that he could duplicate it and gingerbread could be formed into any shape.

Also little daggers for imps would be adorable and deadly.

"Do they cook it or are they into the tartar thing?" He knew of some creatures that ate raw meat or their prey but most of his family preferred to cook their meat. Eating as wolves made some of them queasy.

"How much would you charge?" she said with a smirk. Would she actually get some for the imps? Yes. She probably actually would. Maybe it'd help them somehow. Or at least distract them from her for a time.

"Some cook it. Some enjoy the screams of their prey as they eat." In a weird way they were individualistic enough to be compared to humans. Some were more primal while others were much more capable.

"Add more syrup?" He suggested with a shrug. Jacob didn't know what he'd do but it sounded fun to make more cookies and attempt to make them intentionally awful. It was the kind of stupid shit he'd get up to in grade school.

Jacob wrinkled his nose when she mentioned the way that imps ate. "While they're alive? That's harsh." Not that he could judge too much but he imagined that it was a crappy way to go.

"Do you expect demons to not be harsh?" she said with a chuckle and a shake of her head. "Because if so you will be very disappointed."

"Nah. I expect them to be like humans." He shrugged. "A little of everything. I don't think our races really tell us who we are. We decide that and get to change our minds whenever we want." At least that was his experience.

"What a cute little way of thinking," she said with a scoff. "Demons hold some traits like humans, but at the end of the day they're demons. They crave destruction and power. Chaos. And everything is decided by the one who has the most power."

Jacob grinned. "I have been told that I am very cute." Though less so since he had arrived in the city of Aterat.

"Honestly that sounds like a lot of human's I know too. Maybe I just have shitty luck?" He absolutely had shitty luck.

"Have you? How surprising." There wasn't even an attempt to hide her smirk that accompanied that statement. No attempt at all.

"Maybe you do. Or maybe humans are closer to demons than they would like to think."

His palm moved to his heart as if he had been physically wounded by her words. "Ouch." His play-acting didn't stop him from smiling as he met Illyana's gaze. "That's possible. I think stuff like that really depends on your point of view."

Jacob glanced around the party and shook his head, suddenly distracted by a wayward thought. "Ah. That's right. If you do want little weapons for your friends. I can also make them out of wood. It'd be just as hard as cookies."

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ooc: warp up soon?