PARTYTIME~
Feb 9, 2014 19:57:46 GMT -6
Post by Kenni on Feb 9, 2014 19:57:46 GMT -6
The lights flickered, then went out completely.
It had approached the assembled team after the swoosh of the doors announced a new presence in the room, if the frost-laden white form hadn’t tipped them off already.
Difficult to, when the lights were off.
The Abominable Snowman, or some being close enough, entered the Common Room, and after almost taking down the Christmas tree in a clumsy forward-clumping, stopped in the middle of the room.
It was around 5’-9”.
It was certainly Abominable a sight.
It was dropping a large, also snow-covered burlap sack near the tree from which a couple of red-and-yellowly wrapped giftboxes spilled from onto the carpet.
This might have been its original purpose for making its way over to the adorably outfitted Titan-tree.
It roared at them in muffled form, the only telling tip as to who or what it was being a single tuft of orange peeking out from what could have only been a half-submerged Santa-hat, fluffy-snow-frame breaking down flake by flake.
The snowing—going, was slow, for this melt-show.
The lights flickered back on momentarily, as though a flash of lightning had just assaulted the general area, becoming the stuff of some wintery ghost-tale meant to scare baby polar-bears to early bedtime with and adding unnecessary drama once again to the grotesquely comical living snowball, which found itself under three mistletoe at once, due to the ridiculous far-spanning circumference of its snowball-head.
For what farce was this?
This was Jump City, California.
…it didn’t snow here..!
It had approached the assembled team after the swoosh of the doors announced a new presence in the room, if the frost-laden white form hadn’t tipped them off already.
Difficult to, when the lights were off.
The Abominable Snowman, or some being close enough, entered the Common Room, and after almost taking down the Christmas tree in a clumsy forward-clumping, stopped in the middle of the room.
It was around 5’-9”.
It was certainly Abominable a sight.
It was dropping a large, also snow-covered burlap sack near the tree from which a couple of red-and-yellowly wrapped giftboxes spilled from onto the carpet.
This might have been its original purpose for making its way over to the adorably outfitted Titan-tree.
It roared at them in muffled form, the only telling tip as to who or what it was being a single tuft of orange peeking out from what could have only been a half-submerged Santa-hat, fluffy-snow-frame breaking down flake by flake.
The snowing—going, was slow, for this melt-show.
The lights flickered back on momentarily, as though a flash of lightning had just assaulted the general area, becoming the stuff of some wintery ghost-tale meant to scare baby polar-bears to early bedtime with and adding unnecessary drama once again to the grotesquely comical living snowball, which found itself under three mistletoe at once, due to the ridiculous far-spanning circumference of its snowball-head.
For what farce was this?
This was Jump City, California.
…it didn’t snow here..!
