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I guess someone should break the ice for the non-persona users. Time to go meet some police!... as soon as I can be bothered to finish a post.

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Pudding said If we do decide to exchange Skye's, let's do it via one, big, PM

Yeah. So I guess someone should take the initiative on that...

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Was RPG down for literally three days straight?

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SwordfishKnight said Yo Sen add me on Wii U. I finally set it up. TwitchyDove.

Done. WeeklyDespairMag if the message included wasn't enough.

Sho Minazuki said I have already done timeskip, for those unaware.I'll add the non-dungeoneer part soon.

I guess I'll wait for the "non-dungeoneer part" before I post.

SwordfishKnight said Posty posted. Little bit 3edy5me, but it got the job done. Have fun adventuring you scamps.

That post was 2spoop64me. 7.8/10 too much edge.

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Sho Minazuki said Is anyone here not ready...?

I think the only people who aren't completely wrapped up are Alexai and Kitori, right?

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Sho Minazuki said I should transition to next day already.

Yeah, as soon as everyone wraps up what they're doing we should get on to the next day.

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SwordfishKnight said So now that Christmas and all that is over, time to get back into sooper sirius bizniss. Also, managed to hit the long haul. Got a Wii U plus 160 dollars. I've already spent 30 on Amiibos, and will probably spend the rest on Hyrule Warriors and Wind Waker HD.

You should totally friend me on the Wii U so I won't feel so alone when I fight seven other Jigglypuffs.

Diabolicalrhapsody said Just noticed this now. I didn't know that my character came out this meek. Well, great job writing.

Thanks!

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The Christmas daily is a little late, but to be fair, I was working on my first post (it looks a little snazzier now) and an IC post (which isn't finished yet but whatever). But, without further delay, here's what we've all been waiting for:

The final daily, Day 22 of my Christmas advent/challenge thing! Every day until Christmas (which is today), I'll make a post featuring either the character from the Arcana assigned to the day (apologies in advance if I fuck up their personalities) or an event of my choosing if no relevant character exists for the Arcana. Arcanas are assigned numerically, as in Fool (0) was the fourth, and the World (21) is Christmas Day. Stories have no set theme and they have no minimum length (though technically I've been forcing myself to write at least 500 words for each). Today's arcana is the World, and it's Christmas Day! So I wrote that! And it's as shitty as always. I'm just so happy to be finished with this.

Basic updates and schedule could have been found here!

Day 22

Upon exiting the study, Sato’s eyes were greeted with the sight of various people scattered about the main room, passed out in interesting places and positions. He couldn’t remember who but someone had insisted that everyone crash here since it’d be a hassle getting home late at night in the heavy winter conditions. Sato was completely willing to trudge through the blizzard (his house wasn’t even that far away) but he didn’t want to risk being carried back in by Rokoru and any cohorts Leiko Hamada would hire to keep him there, so he had elected to hide away in the only non-bedroom room that he found to be unlocked, the study from last night. The chairs by the fireplace proved to be a decent place to fall asleep.

Most immediately noticeable was Noboru, who somehow fell asleep while going up the stairs and had ended up sprawled across the stairs to the second floor. The sleeping boy’s body barred the stairs well enough that Sato didn’t even bother attempting to go upstairs and look for people (at least in his current drowsy state), though he was confident that anyone he couldn’t find was up there. After gently prodding Noboru’s face for a bit in a futile attempt to get him to move, Sato jumped down the few steps he had to climb and walked over to where two couches aligned around a table and TV was. On the first, larger couch was Alexai (glass of eggnog still somehow still in his hand and not spilt) with Rui for some reason on top of him. Leiko herself was asleep face-down on the second couch, with a glass still in hand, albeit all the liquid had spilled out onto the hard-wood floor presumably before she long ago due to the state of coagulation the liquid was in.

Perhaps more interesting however, was the fact that Rokoru was sprawled out on the table without a shirt on. He didn’t seem asleep due to the groaning sounds that came from him, but Sato doubted the boy was exactly conscious and instead opted to quietly walk over to the kitchen, strangely but not shockingly finding more people asleep. Kami was asleep leaning against the fridge door, while Ayano was also out like a light by the wall directly opposite of said fridge. Kotori was, however, awake, with a probably fresh cup of coffee in hand. She sluggishly waved at Sato before returning to her hot drink, staring forward for no apparent reason. Sato turned on his heel to walk away, but before he did, the realization that holy shit someone else is awake struck him and he pivoted back to face her. “What the hell happened here last night?” Sato asked, obvious disapproval in his tone.

“Well… It all started when Rokoru recounted his story of playing strip archery, and of how he ended up getting rid of the boxers and continuing after you left, and then it got a little… strange after that. I fortunately was not there to experience the whole ‘show’, since I was helping Kami guard the fridge from people.” She recounted it slowly to the boy, who sighed after she finished talking. After a brief moment of registering the information, Sato opened his mouth to ask where everyone else was, though Kitori pointed up and replied with an “Upstairs.” before he could say it.

Sato nodded to Kitori before waving good-bye and walking off to the front door, pulling on his coat when he got there. He turned around to take one last look at the monster of a “celebration” his peers had taken part in. Rokoru making concerning noises on the table, Alexai and Rui cuddling, Kitori taking an awfully long time to wake up, Noboru blocking the stairs… A feeling of satisfaction spread through him when he thought of how smart he was to avoid taking part in it all as he slammed the door shut behind him.

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It's Christmas Eve, and Christmas in an hour and a half for me! WoooOOoooOOOooo. And here's what you guys all needed for Christmas Eve:

Day 21 of my Christmas advent/challenge thing! Every day until Christmas (tommorow), I'll make a post featuring either the character from the Arcana assigned to the day (apologies in advance if I fuck up their personalities) or an event of my choosing if no relevant character exists for the Arcana. Arcanas are assigned numerically, as in Fool (0) was the fourth, and the World (21) is Christmas Day. Stories have no set theme and they have no minimum length (though technically I've been forcing myself to write at least 500 words for each). Today's arcana is Judgement, and since today is Christmas eve, that's what we're doing! I'm sorry it's nothing special or even anything more than useless fluff, but hey! I included a crappily edited version of A Visit From St. Nick to make up for it. (Notice how I'm pretending that everything else I've done wasn't just utter bullshit and fluff?)

Basic updates and schedule (not that you'd need one anymore) can be found here!

Day 21

“So explain to me again why you’re just sitting in front of the fireplace instead of having out with the others?” Sato cocked his head to the side at the question from Leiko, almost like he needed to make up an answer. He already knew why he didn’t want to go celebrate some old guy that supposedly breaks into their living quarters and leaves presents every year—who obviously wasn’t real— and use it as an excuse to eat, drink, and get gifts from others. There really wasn’t a reason for not attending the party that was happening literally in the other room that would please someone like Leiko Hamada, so he decided to not even bother with telling her his real reasoning.

“I guess I don’t have an explanation to give, Hamada.” He lifted himself from the floor, instead sitting down on the edge of one of the chairs nearby, and gave the girl a smile as warm as the fire before them. “I just had a shitty day today and I don’t really feel like partying around with people.” That, and he never did like the holidays. There wasn’t any traumatic event on Christmas one year, and there was never anything wrong with them at all. He just… didn’t like the holidays. Christmas was just the biggest one and thus it was completely inescapable. His own mother had put up several decorations despite his many protests to it, even going so far as to call it a waste of time.

Leiko gave the boy a disapproving look, obviously calling out his lie. “There’s no way you could’ve had a ‘shitty day’ if you’d been asleep until three, and the only thing you did after that was watch movies until Rokoru dragged you out of bed and over to here, where you then hid away in this study.” Sato giggled to himself a bit. That was an exact description of how he had spent most of his Christmas eve so far. There was no forgetting the feeling of despair one gets when you’re literally dragged out of your house.

“Let it be known that Sato Hashimoto is not a festive person then.” The club president sighed a long sigh before standing up straighter. It was clear to her that there was no way to convince Sato to join the others willingly, so she simply disappeared from the room for a second before returning with Rokoru behind her. Upon noticing the new addition, Sato cursed under his breath as the strong-armed boy ripped him from his seat and into the main room. Leiko merely snickered to herself as she watched it happened; the sight of two third-year guys arguing about attending the party like a father to a child was comical to her. Though, if she didn’t know better, she thought it might be possible to mistake Rokoru as old enough to have a young child of his own… But who’d be the mother? She immediately shook off the thought and returned to her conversation with her friends.

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'Twas the night (for some) before Christmas, when all through the OOC
Not a user was stirring, not even Sword;
The CSes were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Savo soon would be there;
The users were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of bara ships danced in their heads;
And Kissu in her b-ball shorts, and I in some British dude’s hat,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the IC there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to RPG I flew like a flash,
Clicked open the thread and threw up the blinds.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen dailys,
Gave a lustre of midday to posts below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny co-GMs,
With a probably young user so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Savo.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Cuco! now, Sho! now I_am_X and DiabolicalRaphsody!
On, Trix! on, Haru Nyan! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the main page! to the top of the thread!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an dry-spell, mount to the sky;
So up to the OOC the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of posts, and St. Savo too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The laughing and snorting of each little co-GM.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the subscriptions St. Savo came with a bound.
He was dressed all in yaoi, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with gaijin and yuri;
A bundle of posts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an active user just opening his pack.
His pixels—how they twinkled! His hair spikes, how merry!
His cheeks were like everyone else’s , his nose like a nose!
His regular human mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the lack of beard on his chin was as non-existant as morals on 4Chan;
The stump of a pocky he held tight in his teeth,
And the souls of the dead, they encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a face and a human torso
That he used when he laughed, like all other body parts
He was average at best and nothing to think twice about, a right okay user.
And I didn’t laugh when I saw him, not in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the CSes; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all went off-line like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he went off of his account—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all who are in the relevant timezones a good night!”

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ACTUAL FOOTAGE FROM LAST NIGHT'S 4000th POST PARTY: