The Campus

[The Campus seems rather...different, on this night. The first thing one is likely to notice is that the halls seem to be decorated with very sparkly garlands and small ornaments hung on seemingly almost every possible wall, ceiling, and piece of furniture. The second thing one is likely to notice is that these ornaments seem almost entirely like Christmas ornaments, but there seems to be a bit of a pig motif to them. The third thing? There seem to be signs out in the hallways directing people to "The Hogfather." 

Following these signs will take you into a seemingly out-of-the-way room. The door will be open, allowing a sort of golden light to spill out into the hallway. Inside, there is a large room aboslutely covered in holiday decorations. There are tables laden with cookies, freshly baked pork pies, glasses of milk, sherry, and egg nog, and there are many small bags of sugar pigs. There are seemingly hundreds of stockings filled with toys and treats hung around the room, each one bearing a different name. At the far end of the room, there is what should by rights be a fat man with a great big white beard and dressed all in red and white furs sitting on a throne crudely carved from very old wood. You may feel an urge to sit on his lap and ask him for gifts, which will surely be produced from the old sack next to him.

He will appear to be Santa or the Hogfather to most. The most perceptive of people, however, may notice that he seems awfully thin for the job, and that his beard seems to be fake...]

[[So! Holiday thingy-ma-jig and mingle! Feel free to tag Death/The Hogfather here to receive your gift. Feel free to mingle around, or you can search the stockings to see if you can find the one with your name on it (it, too, will contain gifts just for you muse, as well as plenty of sugary treats).

Be warned, though; being bad in the Hogfather's presence may have rather...unfortunate consequences in the form of bloody pig bones instead of a nice gift.]]

[The sun has begun to set when something...odd appears in the sky. At first glance, it's merely a shooting star streaking across the sky. At second glance, it seems a bit closer. Third glance? Definitely closer, and coming in fast. Should one stick around long enough, one would see a very tall man (or possibly a very tall skeleton in a black robe) riding a horse of absolutely pure white down from the heavens at about Mach 3.

Thankfully, a seemingly inevitable crash is avoided when He gently tugs on the silver reins, slowing the horse down to trot before landing softly on the ground. The rider looks around, intrigued, before speaking to His horse with a voice like sarcophagus lids slamming shut.]

IT APPEARS THAT WE ARE NO LONGER ON THE DISC, BINKY.



[[OOC: If you don't know the cannon, I strongly suggest reading this first so you'll get a better idea of what your muse is seeing: nojusticeonlyme.dreamwidth.org/333.html]]