26th ♫ | very merry

[mytarget]

Chrismas CMO & Mingle
(Dangan Roleplay Edition)



A Christmas themed CMO & mingle post especially for post-Dangan Roleplay interactions! Can be the annual Christmas party or just doing Christmassy stuff around December with your murderschool castmates. Murderfam from canon rounds and their associated castmates are all invited for gift swapping and eating way too much and all that good stuff 

BASICALLY IT'S A BIG OL EXCUSE FOR DRRP CHRISTMAS SHENANIGANS SO LET'S GET ON IT MY DUDES

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[mopocalypse]

But Kurehaaaaaaaan, I already told him I wasn't gonna pry since it's probably something good. I still think he got Meri-Meri a car. If you're gonna tickle someone over a car, it should be someone who doesn't know how to park! Like those people who are like, oh, we can't see the lines 'cause of the snow, let's take up three spots! People everywhere are in anguish! Those who drive spend hours circling the parking lot for a stall since the inconsiderate parker blocked them out! The fumes from their cars fill the sky! The world is now covered in fog! Everybody becomes smoke-breathing zombies! All because somebody didn't take the time to try and guess where the stall was!

[To emphasize, she dramatically flops, still on top of Kureha, and pokes her face.]

So.

[callbacks]

[Dave can no longer wriggle away. He kicks his legs a little, uselessly, and whines like a dying cat.]

Dying. I'm dying. I'm dead.

[Flop.]

[kurechin]

[ HUFFS. Haruka don't guilt her with good sense and dramatic monologues now she's gone and made a scene. ]

Oh, you're fine, you big baby.

[ she gives a little token tickle just to get her point across. rip dave. ]

You can't die on Christmas. At least not until everyone's opened their presents.

[mopocalypse]

[Haruka rubs her face on Kureha before getting up and offering the two of them her hands.]

Speaking of which! Dave-kun, you got yours, but Kurehan, did I give you your present? I forget. It's probably in my bag somewhere.

[worryseed]

[across the room Wash watches these shenanigans unfold without much concern]

Walk it off, Dave, walk it off.

[sips eggnog from a festive mug]