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BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE: THE THIRD WEEK

It’s been over a month and a half since the castle evicted the Halloween decorations and monsters, and save for a few violent or loud losses, it’s been quiet. It’s like a hush has fallen over the castle, and it’s more apparent than anything, now that it’s been well over a week since a new resident appeared, or since someone’s gone on a loss.

And yet... there is change. The outdoors grows colder, and the snows deeper –– in many places it’s up to an adult man’s chest, and it always seems to be in perfect snowball condition. The pond is completely iced over for skating, and a large sleigh has been left in the stables with all the rigging to attach to a pair of horses. Old-fashioned toboggans are leaned up against the wall in the lobby, ready to be used.

Every morning, one wakes up with the increasingly nagging, nagging, nagging feeling that Paradisa is now your home. You belong here. You’re going to stay here. Aren’t you happy? And if you aren’t... why aren’t you happy? It’s so perfect here. Skeptics may be inclined to voice their concerns, as the pressure increases.

The ghosts are getting increasingly doting. One can barely get up to put on their shoes before a ghost is bringing them over, and even strolling into the bathroom has a ghost drawing a luxurious bath. The second one gets out of bed, it’s made, and attempts to do things on ones own only results in the ghosts attempting to do it first. Only the firmest of telling offs will get the ghosts scrambling off, desperate to please.

They just want you to feel at home for the holidays, you know.

SPECIAL DAYS

The 15th marks something amazing: as midnight ticks by, the entire exterior of the castle begins to change.

It starts slowly, as blue firefly-like lights begin to fall from the sky like snow, settling on the castle and casting a cool ambiance over the world. Some lights are the size of pinpricks and other as large as Christmas baubles, they all stop to float around the castle like wireless decorations, lining the bricks, the turrets, the windows.

The lights seem to have a life of their own: they move and flit around as they please, arranging themselves into patterns mimicking the skies of different worlds. Many reach the grounds, as well; any who dares touch them will find themselves “holding” a nebulous ball of swirling energy with a fiercely-glowing core that is warm to the touch.

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Dear Santa:

For Christmas I WANT ONE OF THOSE GLOWY THINGS.

Kthxbai,
~ Ang

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ME TOO. Why so festive, Paradisa?

I third this. So so cool.

John is punting the first ghost to try to help him dress.

♥

BUT THEY WANNA FOLD YOUR SOCKS FOR YOU

AND HELP YOU INTO YOUR UNDERWEAR

THE SOCKS ARE ALREADY FOLDED

AND THAT'S WHAT SHAYERA'S FOR

BUT NOW THEY'LL BE PRESSED AND REFOLDED

OKAY YOU CAN WATCH A GHOST HELP SHAYERA INTO HER UNDERWEAR

LMAO I HATE YOU JENN

KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT ;D

KAY FINE!

Is it tomorrow tomorrow?

Yeah sure bb.