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discedo_logs2010-12-24 06:28 pm
kongeriget) wrote in discedo_logs2010-12-24 06:28 pm
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Who: Marshall 301/302 & Guests!
Where: Marshall 301/302.
When: Christmas Eve
Rating: PG?
Summary: Welcome to the Nordic Apartment, where Christmas is serious goddamn business and it's Christmas Eve. In other words, family dinner log! But it's also pretty open… if you want to drop by and join in, that's awesome. The more crowded the better! (Just assume Denmark invited you if all else fails, because he seriously would stop people on the street and ask 'em over—or just crash the party, no one will care).
the log:
If there was one thing Nordics knew, it was Christmas, and over the past week Marshall 301/302 had taken on an air of controlled chaos. The scientist's decorations had been rearranged, furniture had been moved around, and candles had been put everywhere, crammed in every window. Even with the lights off, the main rooms of the apartment were fairly bright with flickering flames.
All the bedrooms—even Molly's closet—had decorations, but of course the living room was the best of all—a gigantic Christmas tree brought in from outside (the old one shoved out a window), decorated artfully, bending its top against the ceiling. It was piled underneath with presents, most of them from Denmark to all his roommates. The living room furniture had been pushed against walls, replaced by several tables shoved together, covered in a moth-eaten tablecloth, and surrounded by chairs.
It was goddamn Juleaften. Denmark had gone around knocking on doors in the wee hours of the morning, yelling about dinner—he'd also tried to wrangle up guests, family, Finland and (gross!) Sweden, the more the merrier. Food he'd been saving and food he'd "borrowed" from other places appeared, and he spent most of the day making the best Christmas feast Discedo could offer: cookies and lots of baked goods, boiled and caramelized potatoes, pickled cabbage, meat he tried to dress up as roast duck, red cabbage, vegetables, sauces, and—the best thing of all—a roast pig, a real one. He'd found the farms a day south of the city last summer, and took a day trip about a week ago to go hunting.
There was also wine and beer summoned from somewhere, Denmark's random Hetalia powers coming into good use.
All in all, especially by Discedo standards, it was a feast.
Where: Marshall 301/302.
When: Christmas Eve
Rating: PG?
Summary: Welcome to the Nordic Apartment, where Christmas is serious goddamn business and it's Christmas Eve. In other words, family dinner log! But it's also pretty open… if you want to drop by and join in, that's awesome. The more crowded the better! (Just assume Denmark invited you if all else fails, because he seriously would stop people on the street and ask 'em over—or just crash the party, no one will care).
the log:
If there was one thing Nordics knew, it was Christmas, and over the past week Marshall 301/302 had taken on an air of controlled chaos. The scientist's decorations had been rearranged, furniture had been moved around, and candles had been put everywhere, crammed in every window. Even with the lights off, the main rooms of the apartment were fairly bright with flickering flames.
All the bedrooms—even Molly's closet—had decorations, but of course the living room was the best of all—a gigantic Christmas tree brought in from outside (the old one shoved out a window), decorated artfully, bending its top against the ceiling. It was piled underneath with presents, most of them from Denmark to all his roommates. The living room furniture had been pushed against walls, replaced by several tables shoved together, covered in a moth-eaten tablecloth, and surrounded by chairs.
It was goddamn Juleaften. Denmark had gone around knocking on doors in the wee hours of the morning, yelling about dinner—he'd also tried to wrangle up guests, family, Finland and (gross!) Sweden, the more the merrier. Food he'd been saving and food he'd "borrowed" from other places appeared, and he spent most of the day making the best Christmas feast Discedo could offer: cookies and lots of baked goods, boiled and caramelized potatoes, pickled cabbage, meat he tried to dress up as roast duck, red cabbage, vegetables, sauces, and—the best thing of all—a roast pig, a real one. He'd found the farms a day south of the city last summer, and took a day trip about a week ago to go hunting.
There was also wine and beer summoned from somewhere, Denmark's random Hetalia powers coming into good use.
All in all, especially by Discedo standards, it was a feast.