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Snowball Fight starters

"You throw like a wimp! Is that the best you can do?" "Duck! Incoming snowball from the left!" "I declare war on your snow fortress!" "That was a cheap shot! You're going down!" "Truce? Just for a moment?" "Oh no, not in my face! I just got my hair done!" "Reinforcements have arrived! Let's build a bigger fort!" "Is that a snowball or a snow boulder?" "You can't hide behind that tree forever!" "Nice aim! You got me right in the back!" "I can't feel my fingers anymore, but this is so much fun!" "Retreat! We're out of snow ammo!" "Who started this? I'm freezing!" "Snowball fight rules: no face shots!" "Watch out! They're ambushing from behind!" "You call that a snowball? Mine are way bigger!" "Hey, that's ice! No fair!" "This snowball fight is the best part of winter!" "I've got you now! Surrender or face the wrath of my snowball!" "I think I just invented a snowball catapult!" [AMBUSH] The sender sneaks up behind the receiver and pelts them with a snowball. [DUCK] The sender throws a snowball at the receiver, who ducks just in time. [BUILD] The sender and the receiver work together to build a snow fort. [DODGE] The receiver narrowly dodges a snowball thrown by the sender. [TRUCE] The sender holds up a hand to call a temporary truce with the receiver. [MISS] The sender throws a snowball, but misses the receiver entirely. [LAUGH] The sender laughs as the receiver gets hit with a snowball. [TEAM] The sender and the receiver team up to take on a third person in the snowball fight. [FALL] The sender slips and falls while trying to dodge a snowball from the receiver. [WINCE] The receiver winces as they get hit with a particularly hard snowball thrown by the sender.

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@the-al-pals gets a surprise drabble!

Happy holidays! As a gift, please enjoy this little drabble of Alastor and Jemima decorating a christmas tree together ^-^

The twinkling lights and accumulating presents aren't truly new for Jemima. Though the orphanage wasn't a pleasant place to be, the children were allowed to celebrate. The festive season was, in Jemima's opinion, actually the nicest time, if only because so many of her siblings smiled more. There was the promise of a nice meal, and the oldest of them did what they could to find gifts for the younger ones.

She misses them, this year, and wonders in quiet moments how many of them have shelter. But quiet moments are getting harder to find, the closer they get to sinsmas day. The hotel is buzzing with excitement, music and laughter in the air. Jemima has been here for a while, and, slowly, she's getting used to it.

Charlie's excitement makes her think of Emma, Husk's quieter observations and sly half-smiles a little like Ray - just enough to make Jemima privately fond of the bartender. Everyone is nice, at least to her, and yet the little girl finds the group a touch overwhelming. So she sticks close to Alastor, trotting along beside him anytime she's out of her room. Even when she could be even a few small feet away from him, joining in with the festivities.

"Jemima." Charlie had spoken softly when she'd called the imp, offering a sparkly ornament. "Do you want to help decorate the tree?"

It was tempting, but the imp merely shook her head, ducking behind Alastor's leg. No matter how much she usually enjoyed Sinsmas, this year, Jemima isn't feeling up to participating.

It's easy to see. Alastor hasn't missed the way his new charge looks at the lights and decorations, wide eyes full of wonder, and hope, and an edge that looks like longing. He wants her to feel happy here, wants her safe and engaging with the world, even if only the parts of it that exist within this building.

It seems obvious to him that Jemima wants to celebrate, and he isn't about to let her miss out. He tries to encourage her, lets her hold his hand for comfort and suggests all manner of activities he knows the other residents are taking part in where an extra pair of little hands would be welcome. She doesn't relent, sticking to her spot half behind his legs and watching as Sinsmas happens around them rather than with them.

But the radio demon isn't one to give up so easily. There are other approaches he can take here. During the day, there's no shaking his nervous little shadow. But then, if Father Christmas can work overnight to bring joyful surprises, there's nothing stopping Alastor from doing the same.

Once Jemima is tucked up and sleeping soundly, he has the perfect opportunity to get to work. If the celebrations down in the lobby are too much, and he can't get Jemima to go to them, he'll bring sinsmas to her. In the sanctuary of his own room, Alastor conjurs and creates until he has the perfect blend of ordinary, comfortable, and wonderous. A tree still rooted in the ground bears lights, and beside it, open boxes of ornaments; in various shades of red and silver, with some ceramic gingerbread men to add more childlike cheer. Paper garlands hang from the ceiling, small lights draped through them, and over the arm of his chair, by the fireplace, two stockings rest ready to be hung.

All this, he keeps secret through the night, and well into the following morning. Only when the imp is up, dressed, and finishing her breakfast does he give a hint of having done anything.

"Jemima, cheri, there's something I'd like to show you, once you've finished eating."

For a moment, Jemima looks at him with her head tilted to one side, curiousity painting her expression. Then she smiles, spoon raised with the happy intention of finishing swiftly.

"Okay!"

Hand in hand, the pair walk through the corridors of the hotel; Jemima taking three small steps to every one of Alastor's; until they reach the door to his room.

"Here we are." He says. The slight creak of the door as it opens is lost entirely over Jemima's pleased gasp. Were one of her hands not stretched up to grasp his, Alastor gets the sense she might have started clapping from joy. As it is, she winds up - for the first time in days - standing in front of him as her excitement compels her to get a closer look at everything.

Once her roaming eyes have scanned every inch of the room, a hint of confusion creeps in.

"But there's a tree downstairs already." She says, turning her gaze up to Alastor, who crouches to be closer to her level.

"There is indeed. But that is the hotel's tree. This one is yours." The confusion leaves Jemima as quickly as it arrives, her cheerful smile chasing it away as she nods and declares:

"Ours." And Alastor chuckles.

"Ours."

They have to decorate their tree, of course, and it's a true joint effort. Jemima picks the ornaments, one by one, and steps back to find the perfect branch. Once she has, it's up to Alastor to make sure the little imp can reach, lifting her high enough to place each bauble securely. Then comes the star, and while she's in his arms, Jemima hugs him tightly.

She might murmur 'Thank you, Papa' against his shoulder, quiet but meaningly, and Alastor might hold her a little tighter.

He might not let go of her for the rest of the morning. Not as they take time to admire their work on the tree, or as Jemima tells him that his stocking belongs on the left, and hers on the right for reasons she doesn't explain. And certainly not as they settle into the armchair, Jemima happy on his lap, gazing up at the lights with eyes so wide Alastor can see the twinkling reflected in them.

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"You're welcome!" Conny chirps in reply, her accompanying smile bright and earnest.

It seems the little girl hasn't noticed that Doppo didn't quite mean to take the stick, she's only happy that he has. Clearly, that can only mean she's helping, just like she wanted. She also wants to play, so Conny's quick to nod, though her excitement is dampened by the idea of waiting.

Everything that happens on Doppo's laptop seems complicated and confusing, not something she even wants to understand. But it's also precisely what's standing between them and playtime. Teamwork is supposed to make things easier, so maybe there's something else she can do. Beyond giving him the incredibly useful stick, of course.

Little hands resting on Doppo's leg for balance, Conny pushes up onto her tiptoes to peer at the screen herself - though what's on it doesn't make any real sense to her.

"That doesn't look like fun." She notes, frowning slightly. "How much work do you have?"

Documents scattered, eyes glued to his laptop screen, frazzled and dehydrated voice struggling over call after call from several demanding clients and one nagging boss... clearly multitasking didn't turn out to be such a good idea. This whole 'remote work' thing wasn't making it easier too. He swore he needed some kind of a break before he-

"..??" Doppo blinked rather dopily at the stick in his hand. Must've accepted it without even thinking. Then he looked to Conny. "Uh... thank you."

What should he do, was he supposed to pretend it's a magical wand or something?

Suddenly he felt terrible. Conny had been there this whole time, and he's too goddamn busy to pay her any mind. She must be bored. In any case, she really did help with clearing his head, and just gave some new-found determination.

"This, ah- stick sure does wonders. I'll be done in no time thanks to you, Conny." He offered a tired, apologetic smile. "I promise we'll go to the park and get some snacks soon. How does that sound?"

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Jemima's quick to shake her head - though what that gives of an answer isn't entirely truthful. Nothing is really wrong, but much is new and confusing to the girl. She's adapting the best she can. Right now, adapting means looking up at the tray Alastor holds, then twisting round to look into the room she's been given. Specifically, at the bed she's only just gotten off of.

Well, she's got sense enough to know she won't get any answers from the bedsheets.

"Um.... Where should I eat?"

Jemima stops, seeming surprised to see him. Alastor blinks, then tilts his head a little as he gazes down at her, still holding the tray in one hand.

"Is something wrong, cheri?"

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It's safe to say she's still adjusting. Alastor bringing her here, somewhere safe, is a blessing, but it's also strange. The bed she has is endlessly better than trying to sleep curled up in an alleyway, but when what Jemima is used to is sharing a room with a dozen other children, it's still new and weird.

The first nights, she slept for hours, exhaustion having caught up with her little body. Today, she's woken early. Jemima stayed sitting up, simply looking at all the space that isn't full of other beds. She could have gotten up properly, gone wandering through the hallways until she found her way down to the lobby, but without knowing what sort of routine she might be expected to follow, the imp had stayed put. Best not to get up too early, before she's supposed to.

She's just wondering if maybe she's waited long enough when the knock comes. Jemima's out of bed in an instant, the thought that Alastor would have brought breakfast to her not entering her mind.

"Coming!" She calls, already halfway to the door. But when she opens it, the little imp stalls, a quiet 'oh' leaving her. Jemima had anticipated a rush downstairs to eat. Now, she doesn't quite know what to do.

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It's been about a week since Alastor rescued the small imp girl from a band of unsavory demons. In the end, with her being on her own with no parents or siblings to speak of, he'd brought her back to the hotel. Normally, he doesn't associate with children, but this one...

He isn't sure why, but he wants to make sure she stays safe.

Morning's here, and he's on his way to the room he'd set her up in with a tray of breakfast. It's simple enough: bacon, scrambled eggs with some cheese melted in, and toast, with a glass of orange juice and water on either side. Once he's at her door, he balances the tray atop the fingers of one hand so he can knock.

"Jemima, dear. Are you awake? I made breakfast~"

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Hnnn listening to the promised neverland soundtrack and getting VERY emotional over Emma 😭😭😭

She's a sweet lil baby who loves her family so so much and would do anything for them and also she deserves the whole entire world.

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Never forget that Jemima's favourite food is boiled vegetable soup and Conny's is soft white bread.

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Weird things my family said - sentence starters (Part 2)

"She's gluten. She can't have gluten. She's not gluten, otherwise she'd kill herself." "I couldn't be more dead without being dead." "I didn't really expect the snails." "Baby, I was trying to lament." "Everything is meowing today." "Stop insinuating that there's something percent fat!" "Give less of a shit and your problem is solved!" "Cheese and revenge are very different." "The spoon isn't what makes the heat happen." "Why am I having a 'say stupid stuff' day?" "I'm just going to stop talking and hug my sloth." "He's labelled. He's fine." "Trauma doesn't mean lunch." "Mmm, yum yum, a stick." "Here, have this. Have a sock." "That was my bravery yelp." "I'm not sure anyone could have expected the snails." "I suppose you could put a lemon in a bun." "I'm not talking to you, you took my legs." "I saved myself by being too weird." "See? I can see the Loch Ness Monster and be productive." "Those sloths are too big." "Lobsters could hold a spoon." "I'm right! I'm weird but I'm right!" "I fed you truths, they were just inaccurate." "I have to groan for three minutes and forty-eight seconds."

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I MISSED CONNYS BIRTHDAY IT WAS YESTERDAY NOOO

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@shouga-nai said: "What are you talking about?" Hakkai @ any of the triplets!

"Has anybody seen Ray?" Emma asks almost before she's entered the room. She herself has not seen Ray, for several hours now. She doesn't need him urgently, but the question is still edged with concern for her brother.

Norman raises his head to look at her, but offers little more than a shrug.

"Around."

"Around? ...You don't have any idea, do you?" That in itself isn't unusual. Ray likes to go off on his own sometimes, for the peace and quiet. What is unusual is the dull thud that follows, and brings Ray...landing on the floor from somewhere.

"Hey." The oldest triplet announces himself. "Did you know there's a space above the ceiling?"

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@shouga-nai said: "What are you talking about?" Doppo @ Conny!

In Conny's humble opinion, grown-ups have too many problems. They don't even seem to know how to solve them! Clearly, it's time for Conny to step in. She might only be six, but she's certain she can give Doppo what he needs to fix things so he can be happier and life can be easier.

"Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?"

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Send "What are you talking about?" and I'll write a starter using a quote from this incorrect quote generator

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"Apparently, it was Rude™ of me to pitch in my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them."

"On an unrelated note, I am no longer allowed in the ceiling vents."

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m.h.w — yuki, age thirteen

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"Apparently, it was Rude™ of me to pitch in my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them."

"On an unrelated note, I am no longer allowed in the ceiling vents."

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Weird things my family said - sentence starters

"You can eat caterpillars. Everyone knows they're healthy." "It makes sense to have arak-ano-phobia." "Dear lord! Custard?" "They can't show you what they've got because they only have what they get." "It's that fucking carrot's fault." "The point is: I'm normal about paper." "Go be happy with the cabbage." (To the tune of 'Space Jam') "Come on and frog, and then sit on a log." "I suppose everything has something that can eat it." "She doesn't need to make threats, she can bark." "If I choke on macaroni, you're gonna look like a fool." "Don't judge me, I'm stupid." "Is it murder if he's trying to eat you at the time?" "Your love is so very conditional." "You'll be banned from cabbage." "This is a perfect square! It doesn't matter that it has six sides!" "Who knew spite made biscuits taste better." "Fucking tree looking arse." "Apparently I'm just very good at tangling." "If you smack somebody with a grilled fish, now it's a weapon." "There would be altogether too many worms, is what I'm saying." "But it sounds all 'diddly diddly', so that's nice." "Flying leeches; they're a real problem." "Ham is fleeting."