http://szmods.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] szmods.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] specialzone2011-12-13 06:08 pm
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Winter Mingle Post!

['Tis the season to be jolly, falalalalala... You get the point.

It seems the lobby has been decorated with bright lites, tinsel, mistletoe, and... Badniks dressed like Santa's helpers? Okay, that's a little creepy. But at least there are pretty trees scattered across the lobby and through the halls. Folks wandering around might even find boxes of deocrations, nevermind the mistletoe hanging around.

There are snowboards located near the opening to Angel Island and a sign that reads: "Head to ice cap zone for all the thrills and chills this winter!" The music room will be playing festive music, and overall the place seems to have gotten a holiday makeover. This might even carry over to otherwise grim locations such as Robotropolis.

But really, those badniks are suspicious. What's up with the silly costumes, anyway?]

[ooc: Go wild! I figured this place needs some fun stuff to do while we work to breathe life back into it.]

[identity profile] pinksugarnspice.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe, but they sure know how to decorate..

*Amy doesn't seem to be tackling you.. Does she have something better up her sleeve? With that step back, one blink would hide that scowl on her face before her smile was back on.*

Wish Dexter could see this.

[identity profile] speedsmygame.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 04:16 am (UTC)(link)


The 'bots did this pla--



Uh, Amy? Who's Dexter?

[identity profile] pinksugarnspice.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
*With what seems to be all the confidence in the world, she's smiling. Uh oh.*

My boyfriend.

[identity profile] speedsmygame.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 04:35 am (UTC)(link)


Congrats, I guess. How'd you meet this guy?

[identity profile] pinksugarnspice.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
*Whether or not that was the right answer, Amy answered as if she didn't notice the moment of silence.*

Well. I ran into him, and he didn't run away. We clicked.