- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
If this was going to be a Secret Santa event, then it would be one celebrated in style.
Megan's trip to the mansion may follow the lead of others also invited to this 'unique' situation, of an eccentric old man inviting a variety of guests under the guise of celebrating the holidays with strangers from who knows where. But Megan's Secret Santa certainly had no intention of following the same pattern. Indeed, he was given an invitation, a curious proposition, but one that was filled with enough intrigue to give it a try. If nothing else, Megan's Secret Santa could participate in a possible murder mystery, Ala Agatha Christie style. But if it was a genuine attempt at being a matchmaker, why pass up the opportunity?
Not to actually make friends, just have fun with the nonsense of this whole scenario.
With invite at hand, Megan's Secret Santa teleported into the house from the back. He stayed within the shadows, watching everyone closely with a vested interest in their actions going forward. His note read out the basic information of Megan, a strange little creature that enjoyed being a playful thief to people. Seemed like fun to meet. When it was time to finally interact amongst each other, Megan would have no trouble finding their Secret Santa.
He was singing.
A booming voice echoed over everyone, as a man dressed in a black suit and tie sang an impressive rendition of Sinatra on stage. Several couples danced as the band behind him played loudly. His pin was right on display, as stage lights shined down upon him so he could easily be seen. Covering his face was a metal, pentagon shaped mask made of bronze, and painted with a pure black color that accentuated the extravagant markings across it.
@MapalSyrup
Megan's trip to the mansion may follow the lead of others also invited to this 'unique' situation, of an eccentric old man inviting a variety of guests under the guise of celebrating the holidays with strangers from who knows where. But Megan's Secret Santa certainly had no intention of following the same pattern. Indeed, he was given an invitation, a curious proposition, but one that was filled with enough intrigue to give it a try. If nothing else, Megan's Secret Santa could participate in a possible murder mystery, Ala Agatha Christie style. But if it was a genuine attempt at being a matchmaker, why pass up the opportunity?
Not to actually make friends, just have fun with the nonsense of this whole scenario.
With invite at hand, Megan's Secret Santa teleported into the house from the back. He stayed within the shadows, watching everyone closely with a vested interest in their actions going forward. His note read out the basic information of Megan, a strange little creature that enjoyed being a playful thief to people. Seemed like fun to meet. When it was time to finally interact amongst each other, Megan would have no trouble finding their Secret Santa.
He was singing.
A booming voice echoed over everyone, as a man dressed in a black suit and tie sang an impressive rendition of Sinatra on stage. Several couples danced as the band behind him played loudly. His pin was right on display, as stage lights shined down upon him so he could easily be seen. Covering his face was a metal, pentagon shaped mask made of bronze, and painted with a pure black color that accentuated the extravagant markings across it.
@MapalSyrup
