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polymods ([personal profile] polymods) wrote in [community profile] polylogs2021-12-01 03:10 pm

Happy Holidays

POLYMYTHOS: THE MALL

THE MALL


Ⅰ. THE REASON FOR THE SEASON
Boy, wasn’t November exciting? How about those Black Friday deals, huh? Hope you’ve had fun camping out in furniture stores! You can of course continue to bunk there, but the High Temple is also open to all Travelers again this month if you’d rather sleep there. Don’t forget to stock up on items that could fit inside your Traveler bag - this is the perfect time to get that fancy moisturizer you’ve been missing, some books, or maybe a copy of the hot new video game Bonestorm!

As December rolls in, you’ll notice that there’s even MORE holiday cheer to be found! Pressing in on all sides of you! Suffocating you! Or maybe you’re one of those people who just lives for carols and huge plastic evergreens decked out in tinsel and lights, in which case you’re going to be thrilled!

There are indeed plenty of those aforementioned trees throughout the mall, alongside wire and light reindeer, glowing stars, and oversized novelty gift boxes. If you have keen eyes you’ll notice that hidden throughout the mall are dozens of small, creepy elves with dead vacant eyes. They don’t do anything. They just… watch.

Who on earth could they be reporting to?

Ⅱ. HE SEES YOU WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING
At the center of the mall concourse there is now a miniature village set up, themed entirely in ice and snow and candy. At the center of this plastic paradise is a lavishly decorated chair, and in front of it a camera. At times marked clearly on a schedule at the village gate you can wait in line behind a red velvet rope for your turn to see him.

Who? Well. That depends.

In many worlds, there is a benevolent figure who appears in December, bearing gifts for all the good children. Santa is the most likely person you’ll find sitting on that big chair, ho-ho-hoing and looking as kind and jolly as any creature possibly could.

Maybe you’re from somewhere without a Santa Claus, but with some other equivalent. In that case, you might see what you’re familiar with instead!

Regardless of his exact form, the figure who beckons you to sit beside him has only one concern: have you been nice?

Niceness is subjective, but if you’ve managed it you will be rewarded. With a twinkle in his eye, the Non-Denominational Mall Figure will reach into his magic bag and pull out a gift, JUST for you! What could it be?!

Oh, and don’t forget to smile for the photo! You may pick it up in half an hour once it is developed.

But if you’ve been naughty, or if you sneak over to that chair during the OFF hours? In that case there will be a cracking noise and the sudden overwhelming scent of rank goat.

“Better luck next year,” the Non-Denominational Mall Figure says sadly, his eyes trained on something over your shoulder. Turn your head and you’ll see that your naughtiness has attracted another holiday staple: Krampus.

Yes, this hairy, horned devil carries chains and bitch rods, the latter of which he uses to whip the everloving shit out of you if he catches you. You’ll have to outrun him long enough that he gets bored, or find some other way to distract him or pay him off. Maybe there’s a German market set up in the mall somewhere where you could get Krampus to do a Smorgasvein with you?

Notes:
1. This month if your character has been nice, they may receive ONE special item! They may only receive this gift once - multiple attempts to see the Non-Denominational Mall Figure will result in Krampus appearing instead.

The special item you may pick for your character can be one of the following:

- one animal companion. This animal can travel with your character from island to island from now on. The only stipulation is that it must be able to fit comfortably on the ferryboat. If your animal is too large, your character can instead get a mini version!

- one carriable item from your character’s homeland. In the case of weapons, this must be something that is not game breaking in terms of power level. (ie: yes, you can get a gun, no you can’t get a gun that explodes the sun.)

- a collection of holiday candies, all of which have magical healing properties.

2. You determine if your character’s actions put them on the Naughty or Nice list



Ⅲ. WINTER WONDERLAND
As you wander through the mall you will notice that amongst all the holiday decorations a large area on the first floor that was closed last month is now lit up and has a welcome sign standing outside. Whatever could it be?

Perhaps a bigger and better Orange Julius?

No silly! It's an indoor ice skating rink. And as if that isn't cool enough - get it? Cool? - it would seem that for the whole month skate rentals are free. So go on, slap on a pair of skates and take a whirl around the ice rink! Show everyone your fancy moves or just try not to fall on your ass.

Don't feel like skating? That's okay, there are dorky performances happening at noon and 5pm where a group of people dressed up as holiday creatures will skate around in formation and do tricks.

If you’re more mature, at 8pm there's a live jazz band that will play music for the skaters.

There’s plenty of beverages and foods to be sampled from the holiday kiosks that have popped up close to the rink.

Notes:
1. This is a public ice rink so you will have to share space with people, so if you plan on throwing out a triple lutz or whatever then you might want to make sure you don't hit or slice into anyone with your skates.



Ⅳ. ALL I WANT IS YOU
Cheerful generic holiday music fills the hall as the Christmas celebration hits full swing with a slightly panicked glee. The same rotation of a dozen different carols cycles through, one after the other, hour after hour. There are only a few refuges from the mind numbing music through the mall - that one New Age import shop that hasn’t changed its world music CD in a decade, and Spicy Subject which only plays pop punk covers of carols. Even the bathrooms aren’t safe from that rise and fall of notes that let you know a certain diva is going to tell you that you’re all she wants for Christmas.

Just as the hundredth iteration of the song is about to drive you mad, there’s a tremendous crash. A twenty foot tall Christmas tree that had once been suspended in the middle of the food court has crushed the Pizza Corner and taken out the power source for half the Mall’s sound system in one go. A caped figure escapes along the rafters that once supported the tree in a cloud of heavy fragrance. He pauses only once to bow as banner unfurls. Crude letters have been painted over a previous black Friday announcement: You have been warned: The Phantom!

The crowd begins to murmur and huddle in groups, and if you get nosy there are plenty of rumors. A teen from one of the ear piercing boutiques mentions a ghost story about a Luxuriate employee who got in a terrible accident while mixing bath bombs on site that rendered him permanently aromatic and with a permanent splitting headache that would have killed a lesser person. An older man from the Hotdog Hut pipes up that he disappeared into the labyrinth of hidden hallways that allow employees to navigate the mall for restocking and avoiding the overly aggressive salespeople. Every year the Phantom emerges in an attempt to banish the sky high notes of that ever popular Christmas carol, and every year the people who run the mall put it back in rotation.

Even after the incident with the choir.

A mother with two small children who are more puffy coat than person hushes the hotdog seller. It’s all nonsense of course. Some kind of interactive theater to drive up sales before the holidays. The looks that pass between the other employees, and the signs that the poor twenty-something postgrad working at Pizza Corner might have been crushed say otherwise.

So does the pungent waft of multifloral scent that starts to stalk you through the mall. Apparently, someone’s formed a crush, or are you giving him a terrible headache? What is it about you that you do better than anyone that might be appreciated by this deeply eccentric murder? Or what makes you the most annoying? Either way, it might be good to keep your hand at the level of your eyes because you’re about to be whisked away to the depths of the Mall into the Phantom’s lair.

Notes:
1. The Phantom is now more archetype than human. Killing him will probably not solve the issue, but it will make you smell like you’ve been eating bath bombs and drinking essential oils until New Year. Which could be fun.

2. Alternatively, if you agree with him about the music, you can always agree to team up to take out the rest of the sound system.

3. The Phantom has an excellent tenor voice. Just, you know, in case you were wondering.

Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!


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antifungi: (15331086)

[personal profile] antifungi 2022-01-23 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
"...Not the words I was thinkin' of." Although the sort of TV evangelist she brings to mind with that phrasing is appropriately apt with regards to what he is thinking, so she gets a pass. Whatever layers there are beneath the whole sweet-as-pie act, he can't say for certain, but she's at least a little more clever than he'd give her credit for, on first impressions alone.

"Looks all right." It's not a hideous lump of unrecognizable cookie and frosting, so that's something, right? "Probably shouldn't weigh it down too much. That yard looks pretty bare, though. Could do with some landscaping."
kyley_b: (RL sweet boi)

[personal profile] kyley_b 2022-01-23 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Dude. Dude, that's the absolute COOLEST." Kyle clearly now thinks Malcolm is the coolest guy on the islands.

"My dad's a lawyer, so it was kinda destined I guess. My mom would have also accepted doctor."
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[personal profile] lickstheevidence 2022-01-23 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"If you're sure." His smile is a little uncertain still, but she wouldn't like about that, right? "What? No! No, why wouldn't I want to do everything for you? Don't say things like that, Chloe. I don't want to be kept. I want us to take care of each other." Things like this need to be brought into the open, talked about and explained and agreed upon. He doesn't want secrets or having things withheld to spare feelings. He's her friend, and he thinks even a little more than that, but he also wants to be her confidante, someone she can trust with anything. His smile turns softer as she considers him.

"I could do with a suit. I miss wearing ties." It's true. The tie he wore with his Cyberlife suit was not a part of the uniform; he'd added it himself because he thought it made him look more professional, and no one in the lab had objected.

"You have it here?" His eyes roam over her, and while normally he might feel self-conscious to be so obvious, his intentions this one time are more innocent, even child-like. She got him a gift, and she has it with her? He can feel his thirium pump speeding up with excitement, but he forces it back into a normal rhythm. After they've finished skating, of course. Which is another sort of excitement altogether.

"When we get back, maybe we can exchange gifts?" He feels warm again, the flush of happiness and the idea of taking part in a holiday tradition making him feel light on his feet. With a small huff of a laugh, he strikes out his leg to start gliding over the ice again, pulling her along with him as they circle the rink.
prodigalmess: (smile 4)

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2022-01-24 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm definitely not the Reptile Whisperer," he says. "Noodle and I just got along well. I couldn't watch when he was eating though." Sometimes there was blood when the snake would eat mice and the sight of it would send him into a fit. He was squeamish back then. Now, he can look at the blood at a crime scene, but eating red meat makes him uncomfortable. It's strange how traumas can shift.

"Of course," Malcolm says immediately. "If we can find an enclosed room, I can let her out of the cage. Then I won't be worried about her going somewhere that I can't get to."
prodigalmess: (yep!)

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2022-01-25 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm has a fan, apparently. It doesn't bother him much, so long as Kyle doesn't start asking any weird or uncomfortable questions.

"My mother would have accepted lawyer or doctor, but unfortunately for her, she got neither." Malcolm can't bring himself to care either.
kyley_b: (RL sweet boi)

[personal profile] kyley_b 2022-01-25 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, he will eventually.

Kyle snorts laughter. "Good for you, dude. Uhm. Not to sound totally stereotypical, but are you Jewish?"
prodigalmess: (smile 5)

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2022-01-28 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"My father has some Jewish heritage on his mother's side," Malcolm replies, "but my mother is as WASP-y as they come. There are a lot of Jewish people in New York though, so I'm familiar with the culture."

Mothers tend to be a bit overbearing and expect their children to go into a high wage-earning career. Jessica is like that too, even if she's a WASP.
kyley_b: (RL sweet boi)

[personal profile] kyley_b 2022-01-28 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Heh, so you get why I asked." He pushes a hand through his hair, which is a bit of a feat.

"Not to totally stereotype myself, I hate feeling like I'm doing that, but yeah. My mom is like... THAT mom. Not to complain. I love her, but, yeah. She's asked me if I've met a nice girl to settle down with and it's like, Ma, I'm barely into my twenties and I have no spare time, for starters."
prodigalmess: (with jessica)

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2022-01-31 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Mine has been doing the same," Malcolm says, "though I'm a bit older than you."

He also has his past, his job, and his mental health issues. Sometimes it seems like Jessica thinks Malcolm should just set all of that aside. It's not that simple.

"She loves me... as I'm sure yours loves you, but sometimes the nagging is very annoying."

Plus there's the issue that Kyle said he has a boyfriend here. Malcolm guesses that he must not be out to his mother.
kyley_b: (RL sweet boi)

[personal profile] kyley_b 2022-02-01 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"God, right?" Kyle shakes his head.

"I guess they mean well, at least. We're lucky there. So, hey, you ought to buy your bird birdseed and stuff."
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[personal profile] neverwither 2022-02-04 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't possibly imagine the words you might have been thinking of," she breezes, the hint of a tiny smile creeping through despite her efforts to remain neutral. Under the layers (deep under the layers) are things not quite so sweet. Being thought of as an idiot isn't the most preferable. If it's that or showing too much of the sour, the perception of a pleasant little fool is one she'll keep.

"A very tasteful idea, Joel." Now she can't keep the good-natured amusement under wraps. Smiling to herself, she scoops several green candies towards her. This time, she's the one to take a turn with the knife, whittling a few of the candies down to discs of increasingly smaller size. They're stacked atop one another and with a few drops of icing to secure them in place, she's created a couple of Christmas trees for the yard.
prodigalmess: (smirk)

[personal profile] prodigalmess 2022-02-07 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I probably should," Malcolm agrees, looking down at Sunshine, who is currently pecking at the bottom of her plastic cage. Message received.

"It was nice to meet you," he tells Kyle. "Let me know about Dungeons and Dragons, I guess."

It can't hurt to join their group.
neverwither: (shy away)

[personal profile] neverwither 2022-02-25 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, I meant purely in the context of... We can both take care of each other in usual circumstances, of course, and it means so much to me that you'd want it to be mutual..." She's aware she's starting to babble and brings it to a close. Although they've seemed to be on the same page, he may now be in more generalised territory and she doesn't want to sully his sentiments somehow. He's a treasured friend, and more besides. He is just... treasured. Someone she wants to reveal herself to, be entirely herself with. All that stands in the way is the ever present fear of doing something wrong. Of being rejected and looked down upon. That, and the possibility of inadvertently hurting him.

"You do look good in a tie..." she agrees. Before when she had thought on Connor, it hadn't been in this manner at all. It didn't make the image of him any less present in her mind. The focus was always upon the software instabilities that had been written all over his face. How she wanted the chance to reach out to him. It's an odd sort of catharsis to be able to frame the image differently. Connor, who looks handsome in a tie.

His reaction is utterly adorable, and makes her feel a little guilty for not having the gift with her. "I'm sorry, I meant that we could go back once we've finished skating. Your gift is under your tree." As in true Chloe fashion, she'd wanted to make it special in that overboard way of hers. Gathering around some trees in a mall store is a far cry from a first Christmas spent with, she presumes, the Lieutenant in his home but she attempted to recreate a similar atmosphere. And like Connor himself, she doesn't assume he has a gift for her and does assume 'exchange' simply means 'give Connor his present.'

All too happy to follow his lead, there's a smile on her face the entire time they skate together. When they've finally had their fill and leave the rink, she laces their fingers together and leans in close to him. Affection comes easily to her. Right now, it feels easy to show it (without the assistance of cotton candy or anything else the island provides).

"I really love this," she tells him quietly as they stroll back to the spot in a store they've secured for themselves. "Maybe it's silly to say it out loud like that but I want you to know." This - the security, the safety, the sincerity and the sweetness - is his gift to her.

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