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WINTER GALA IS OPEN ~ !

Seen the sign? It’s everywhere.

And every little corner, and every little street, strident and glistening and snow everywhere. Statue here, statue there – North, South, East, West – they do call it the Square. There’s word they’re war heroes, or troubled hallows, or nothing of the sort. That might be ice they’re sculpted in – or the sliver in some champagne glass, because giants drink too, and the City knows things. The City doesn’t tell.

But the tap those statues once or twice, and tap them strong, and tap them well, and they’ll whisper a secret. The little Elf army scuttling about has seen better days for wear (mostly Thursdays), but they’re only three feet tall, and the silver powder on their cheek’s both rigidly applied, and rented. Kick’em. They’re fluent in seven languages, you know. They have a degree. Naghladi’gjamarai got a Nobel nomination last year; no one knows. The human reporter didn’t look down to his knee when he was interviewing. Humans, so damned righteous.

Like the lights everywhere can never go out.

Like they’re the first ones here, dancing all too merry.

Like it’s their celebration.

Like it’s not all coming out of their City taxes.

Idiots.

[ooc: OK, kids, as per Jesse instructions: please title your comment + replies in such a way that you mention if they're directed at anyone in particular. Free-for-all ball, enjoy ~ ! ]

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"I'm better than most men, I'm the exception," he retorted, fully believing it. If there's one thing that Greed couldn't lose, it was an ego battle.

"There is no exception," Faye reminded, in the sort of chastizing tone that might've suggested a raised finger or two. "Every exception to the rule has ended up never being one at all."

"Obviously you're referring to flawed human males. It's a well known fact that I'm absolutely perfect."

Faye shrugged and twisted the cap off with the heel of her hand. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

He looked around again, then quickly opened one bottle and poured the contents into a punch bowl, then tossed bottle over a building.

"I really hope nobody's under that when it comes down," he said, more to himself than her, "So, you ready to cut a little rug?"