reply with character you wanna tag, either write a starter or let me know if you want me to do it, then all the winter fun 'w' my (outdated) muselist is here, though if you know i play a character that's not on there, go for it!
pick prompts from here, here, or come up with your own!
[Welcome to the Midnight Grind, magical nexus cafe, and some other such nonsense. Point is, anyone in the world could find an entrance to this cafe if they kept their eyes open and that may include people from other universes!!
Oren, being a long lived golem, is hardly surprised these days. Probably never surprised, but that might be giving him too much credit. That said, nowadays he works at the Grind, making drinks, cooking up good food and baked goods, and making sure customers don't cause trouble.
It's the holiday season so that means there's more customers than usual this time of year since a lot of people are looking for a place to stay warm or get a hot drink. So when the door opens, they'll be greeted by a man with long dark hair and beautiful silvery eyes behind the counter.]
[aw, but Nora loves the quiet ones! she's at the end of a decently sized line, which she has no problem with; she's a patient girl. plus, it gives her a little more time to chat with the poor sap who has to work the line during the holiday season. if it'll have even the tiniest chance of cheering them up, she'll try...!]
Hi! I want a drink that's holiday-y, but I don't know what to get... which one's your favorite?
[well, that's certainly not the response she'd expect from even the most disgruntled coffee shop employee. it's weird, though; he does seem like he's trying...]
Uh... sure, I can do surprises! Are you not a holiday person?
[It's a Christmas party of some sort, hosted by... someone. Who knows. Whoever could get Franziska to show up to a party.
Phoenix has just entered from the snowy outside with a slight sniffle and heads over towards the fireplace to warm up, treading snow behind him as he moves. He is wearing a sweater, at least. In fact, most of his sweaters were in the wash so he had to wear a blast from the past: a certain obnoxiously pink sweater.]
[while Edgeworth probably would have had equal cause for them both to come to a party, when had he ever been a festive person? it was probably Maya's doing, let's be real; Franziska doesn't deny that even in spite of their past experiences, she has respect for both Phoenix and Maya... just a little more for the latter. plus, who can say no to an excited spirit medium's joyful invitation? not Franziska von Karma; she's not that heartless... anymore.
she's dressed in more casual and weather-suitable attire than the garish outfit that she's known for: a simple yet elegant black dress with a matching blazer, probably both designer... a stark contrast to the pile of fluff that's just walked in from the snow.]
Oh - Franziska! [He gives a light smile as he notices her and turns to face her. Of course she came. Not even she's resistant to Maya's willpower.]
Nice to see you! [He might as well try for a friendly greeting with her, and then he tugs at one sleeve of the sweater.] Oh, this? It's just... just an old number! I didn't have much else to wear, but at least we can wear casual attire here, right?
[A nervous laugh. But he can't help but notice Franziska's unusual attire at the same time. So she does own other outfits!]
[Fang's always had a sneaking suspicion that Vanille stole glances at her gifts. This year, she isn't taking any chances. No surprise is being ruined this time.]
[It might have been a little cruel to trap the five boxes dotting the tree skirt. One was rigged with eight party poppers; one with an untied balloon, filled with perfumed water; and the other three, well... the other three were armed with air horns.]
[And every box was a decoy. She'd swap them out with the real things if they made it all the way to Christmas morning. It was over-the-top; it was childish, too. But oh no, not this year. No one was cheating. Fang was prepared this year.]
[well, Fang wouldn't be completely off the mark with that guess; she does know Vanille the best, after all... but why punish the poor girl for nothing more than playful curiosity?!
Vanille should have known that something was up when she saw that the gifts under the tree were all lined up and pristine, because usually it's by her doing that they're set up that way. but she'd wanted to be optimistic and think that Fang had wanted to do something nice for her... that must have meant that her presents this year were going to be really special, right? it wouldn't hurt to take a peek while Fang was busying herself upstairs, she thought...
if the resulting cacophony of noise somehow doesn't alert Fang to what's just happened, this extremely indignant cry will:]
Shouldn't have done it! [Drifted downstairs in response.]
[Not laughing was... more difficult than she'd anticipated. Finally having proof of Vanille's misdeeds after several years filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Well, the proof, and knowing she'd planned appropriately.]
[Fang took her time sauntering down the stairs, and said nothing as she leaned against the stairwell opening, looking the smuggest she's been all year.]
[Vanille looks like an upset cat when Fang finally comes downstairs, thanks to the combination of the water and confetti matting down her hair and drenching her clothes. she puffs her cheeks out in annoyance as she tries to brush everything off of her, glaring at Fang as she hangs out from a distance.]
That's not fair—you basically tricked me into doing it!
[She looked adorable. Fang knew she'd just create more ire if she voiced that thought, but it was adorable.]
[So instead she crosses her arms, getting more comfortable against the wall.]
I mean, Christmas is still five days away. If you never peek, like you said, it shouldn't be a problem, right? [Vanille looks so mad. But this? So, so worth it.]
[If it didn't have dire consequences, Fang would've taken a picture and sent it to the others.]
[it's true that hell hath no fury like a Vanille scorned, but she knows she can't argue against Fang's logic. true to form, she begins twisting her pigtails to try and wring the water out, circumventing the question in the process. if she wasn't as devoted as she was...]
I mean, look at the mess you've made! It's going to take weeks to get this junk out of the carpet! Where did you even get all of it?
[the cards may already be tipped in Fang's favor, but that won't stop Vanille from taking the opportunity to be a grump about it. case in point as she lightly kicks one of the rogue airhorns in annoyance, causing it to honk yet again to her dismay.]
[When the airhorn goes off defiantly, Fang has to press her knuckles to her mouth to stifle her laugh. Maybe taking a picture would be worth it.]
[...]
[No, better not to press her luck. As much as she wanted to tease Vanille more, Fang's had her fun. And vengeance. So she sighs, and slowly approaches with her hands resting on her hips.]
It's not gonna take that long. [She's dropped the amusement for a soothing tone.] It was just a little fun, yeah? [And then Fang gestures in a vague hug invitation sort of way, though either as an apology or a peace offering, she wasn't sure.]
[...Not that she had anything to apologize for. Still wouldn't be a problem if Vanille just waited.]
[Vanille's still biting her lip and looking like a frazzled cat, but she steps toward Fang and enters her embrace. she doesn't resist the urge to bump the top of her head lightly into Fang's chin, though. afterward, she turns her head upward to give an exaggerated pout, jabbing her finger lightly into Fang's side.
[No, bad answer. Quick, recovery.] Hey, I just needed to know. [In a way Vanille couldn't cover up easily.] 'Cause maybe some year I'll want to give you something special, and I don't want you goin' and ruining the surprise.
[Vanille gets a poke in return, to punctuate 'surprise.' Vanille tended to be the better of the two at gift giving, so if Fang was going to go all out, she couldn't have someone peeking.]
[nice save, Fang. Vanille was about to get offended, but her eyes widen in pleasant surprise once she hears what Fang has to say. at this point, she's already forgotten the harmless prank (despite the evidence still lingering in her hair and on the floor).]
You got me something this year?!
[the way she accentuates "something" makes it clear that, while she's always been fine with Fang's usual gifts, this year's present might be different.]
Do I really have to wait, then? It's basically torture otherwise!
[the excitement visibly, absolutely falters for a bit. FANG, HOW COULD YOU GET HER HOPES UP LIKE THAT, ONLY TO DASH THEM SO EXPERTLY. but it's only temporary, for she soon breathes a sigh of relief—whether it's mocking or genuine is for Fang to decipher.
and then. and then.]
The window? [with equal parts shock and giddiness, like she's a five-year-old getting the newest gadget that'll make her the envy of even the middle schoolers:] Fang, what in the world have you gotten?!
[Fang shoots the shorter woman a Look as she shrugs on her coat.]
Oh, sure, 'cause I'm just gonna tell you after all this effort.
[She grabs her keys and calls behind her on the way out:] Now hurry up and deal with the screen if you want this thing. Sure as hell not opening it out in the cold.
[she almost frantically scrambles over to the window; with a bit of a struggle (and a fitting bit of groaning and grumbling to go with it), she eventually plies the screen off. leaning out the window and hollering—as well as trying to see if she can spot the mystery gift because holy shit what is it going to be:]
[Fang doesn't come into view for another good minute (did Vanille have any idea how hard it was to hide this thing?), and true to her word, the box was massive, if wider than the door by only a few inches, and a little more than three feet tall. There's no bow, though neatly (read: painstakingly) wrapped, and when Fang passed it to Vanille through the window, couldn't have weighed more than ten pounds.]
[... no wonder it wasn't among the presents under the tree this year; those ones might as well have been decoys, for all the grandeur that has gone into this one. Vanille is speechless as Fang hands the package over to her—for a fleeting second, she is tempted to shake it—which she clumsily heaves onto the floor of their living room. once it's situated, she hurries over to open the door again, waiting, buzzing with anticipation for Fang to come back through.]
[Vanille's reactions made all the effort, all the planning, so very worth it. This was adorable.]
[Being the smartass she was, Fang simply hops through the window as the other rushes around to the door. After shutting it, Fang pulls out a chair, sitting on it backwards, leans against the back and smiles at Vanille.]
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gotta get that peppermint latte man
Oren, being a long lived golem, is hardly surprised these days. Probably never surprised, but that might be giving him too much credit. That said, nowadays he works at the Grind, making drinks, cooking up good food and baked goods, and making sure customers don't cause trouble.
It's the holiday season so that means there's more customers than usual this time of year since a lot of people are looking for a place to stay warm or get a hot drink. So when the door opens, they'll be greeted by a man with long dark hair and beautiful silvery eyes behind the counter.]
Welcome.
[Sure is wordy this one.]
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Hi! I want a drink that's holiday-y, but I don't know what to get... which one's your favorite?
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Don't have one.
[THIS ISN'T GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE, but he's telling the truth kind of?? He doesn't really need to eat or drink...
That said, he does realize he sounds callous so he'll make an effort or else Iona will scold him.]
Can surprise. Holiday themed?
[His speech is rather choppy, contrary to his graceful appearance.]
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Uh... sure, I can do surprises! Are you not a holiday person?
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[Anyways, he'll be making Nora's drink now.]
Take a seat. Will serve.
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Phoenix has just entered from the snowy outside with a slight sniffle and heads over towards the fireplace to warm up, treading snow behind him as he moves. He is wearing a sweater, at least. In fact, most of his sweaters were in the wash so he had to wear a blast from the past: a certain obnoxiously pink sweater.]
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she's dressed in more casual and weather-suitable attire than the garish outfit that she's known for: a simple yet elegant black dress with a matching blazer, probably both designer... a stark contrast to the pile of fluff that's just walked in from the snow.]
What foolishness are you wearing, Phoenix Wright?
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Nice to see you! [He might as well try for a friendly greeting with her, and then he tugs at one sleeve of the sweater.] Oh, this? It's just... just an old number! I didn't have much else to wear, but at least we can wear casual attire here, right?
[A nervous laugh. But he can't help but notice Franziska's unusual attire at the same time. So she does own other outfits!]
But, um, you're dressed nicely today!
I had the stupidest idea I'm so sorry
[It might have been a little cruel to trap the five boxes dotting the tree skirt. One was rigged with eight party poppers; one with an untied balloon, filled with perfumed water; and the other three, well... the other three were armed with air horns.]
[And every box was a decoy. She'd swap them out with the real things if they made it all the way to Christmas morning. It was over-the-top; it was childish, too. But oh no, not this year. No one was cheating. Fang was prepared this year.]
[[Modern gfs AU, because we can?]]
no this is beautiful
Vanille should have known that something was up when she saw that the gifts under the tree were all lined up and pristine, because usually it's by her doing that they're set up that way. but she'd wanted to be optimistic and think that Fang had wanted to do something nice for her... that must have meant that her presents this year were going to be really special, right? it wouldn't hurt to take a peek while Fang was busying herself upstairs, she thought...
if the resulting cacophony of noise somehow doesn't alert Fang to what's just happened, this extremely indignant cry will:]
Fang!
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[Not laughing was... more difficult than she'd anticipated. Finally having proof of Vanille's misdeeds after several years filled her with a sense of satisfaction. Well, the proof, and knowing she'd planned appropriately.]
[Fang took her time sauntering down the stairs, and said nothing as she leaned against the stairwell opening, looking the smuggest she's been all year.]
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That's not fair—you basically tricked me into doing it!
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[She looked adorable. Fang knew she'd just create more ire if she voiced that thought, but it was adorable.]
[So instead she crosses her arms, getting more comfortable against the wall.]
I mean, Christmas is still five days away. If you never peek, like you said, it shouldn't be a problem, right? [Vanille looks so mad. But this? So, so worth it.]
[If it didn't have dire consequences, Fang would've taken a picture and sent it to the others.]
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[it's true that hell hath no fury like a Vanille scorned, but she knows she can't argue against Fang's logic. true to form, she begins twisting her pigtails to try and wring the water out, circumventing the question in the process. if she wasn't as devoted as she was...]
I mean, look at the mess you've made! It's going to take weeks to get this junk out of the carpet! Where did you even get all of it?
[the cards may already be tipped in Fang's favor, but that won't stop Vanille from taking the opportunity to be a grump about it. case in point as she lightly kicks one of the rogue airhorns in annoyance, causing it to honk yet again to her dismay.]
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[...]
[No, better not to press her luck. As much as she wanted to tease Vanille more, Fang's had her fun. And vengeance. So she sighs, and slowly approaches with her hands resting on her hips.]
It's not gonna take that long. [She's dropped the amusement for a soothing tone.] It was just a little fun, yeah? [And then Fang gestures in a vague hug invitation sort of way, though either as an apology or a peace offering, she wasn't sure.]
[...Not that she had anything to apologize for. Still wouldn't be a problem if Vanille just waited.]
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[Vanille's still biting her lip and looking like a frazzled cat, but she steps toward Fang and enters her embrace. she doesn't resist the urge to bump the top of her head lightly into Fang's chin, though. afterward, she turns her head upward to give an exaggerated pout, jabbing her finger lightly into Fang's side.
clearly, she is taking the adult route here.]
Why do you have to make fun of me like this?
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[No, bad answer. Quick, recovery.] Hey, I just needed to know. [In a way Vanille couldn't cover up easily.] 'Cause maybe some year I'll want to give you something special, and I don't want you goin' and ruining the surprise.
[Vanille gets a poke in return, to punctuate 'surprise.' Vanille tended to be the better of the two at gift giving, so if Fang was going to go all out, she couldn't have someone peeking.]
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You got me something this year?!
[the way she accentuates "something" makes it clear that, while she's always been fine with Fang's usual gifts, this year's present might be different.]
Do I really have to wait, then? It's basically torture otherwise!
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[Fang goes quiet, mulling it over for a long time. Vanille just looks so excited, but Fang was expecting another five whole days to prep.]
[...Oh, what the hell. Less than a week wouldn't make a difference anyway. The airhorns probably drove the lesson home, anyway.]
...Fine. But just this once, you hear?
[And she releases the embrace, going for her coat. She pauses on the way.]
Oh, and I need you to take the screen off the window while I go get it. It's not gonna fit through the door.
[Because Fang is a normal person.]
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and then. and then.]
The window? [with equal parts shock and giddiness, like she's a five-year-old getting the newest gadget that'll make her the envy of even the middle schoolers:] Fang, what in the world have you gotten?!
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Oh, sure, 'cause I'm just gonna tell you after all this effort.
[She grabs her keys and calls behind her on the way out:] Now hurry up and deal with the screen if you want this thing. Sure as hell not opening it out in the cold.
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[she almost frantically scrambles over to the window; with a bit of a struggle (and a fitting bit of groaning and grumbling to go with it), she eventually plies the screen off. leaning out the window and hollering—as well as trying to see if she can spot the mystery gift because holy shit what is it going to be:]
All right, it's off!
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[Being the smartass she was, Fang simply hops through the window as the other rushes around to the door. After shutting it, Fang pulls out a chair, sitting on it backwards, leans against the back and smiles at Vanille.]
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takes care of the nsfw one before leaving for work...
good life decisions all around
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forgive me I have absolutely no idea how to write this
you're doing fine <3 also i suddenly fell asleep last night whoops
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