lights of life

"Save... lives... again?" living in Z-4 • armed with a scalpel • ranked citizen • statistics • app

[chirurgicus]

☤ out of operations;

Merry Christmas to all of you who celebrate it! If you don't celebrate Christmas, then I hope you have a great day. 

[savetheinfidel]

"I’ve suffered worse," he admitted.

Then he shifted the subject, “What do you make of the punch? I bet one cup has your daily recommended dose of vitamin C. It always does.” Sean smiled, well aware that he could have been doing better with his small talk. Still, he wanted to follow with themes.

[chirurgicus]

Worse than that injury? Goodness. CR-S01 wasn't really sure if he wanted to know what Sean did in his spare time.

"It probably does," he replied lightly. To be honest, the punch tasted more like Kool-Aid than he would have expected from such a high-class ball. It was more sugar than citrus, but you wouldn't hear him complaining.  He was 100% okay with that.

"Probably contains your daily recommended dose of sugar, too." (A surgeon he might be, but a dietitian he was definitely not. There's no such thing as a daily recommended dose of sugar, CR.)

[artificis-deactivated20140320]

    “… Ah.”

    That’s right. Today was her birthday, wasn’t it? Saber honestly almost forgot. But it’s rather hard to keep track of the time when you’re kidnapped to another place. But that doesn’t mean she can’t celebrate it, now can she.

    She didn’t really want to celebrate it alone, though.

    “Felicem diem natalem. Happy day of birth, indeed.”

[chirurgicus]

A soft muttering in Latin caught CR-S01's attention. He hadn't taken Latin for a long time--not since middle school, at least--but he remembered enough to translate the short phrase. (The English translation the young woman added afterward didn't exactly hurt, either.)

"It's your birthday, miss? I hope you have a good day, then."

[cittamemes]

Who in Citta COULD you ship my muse with?

[savetheinfidel]

Looking somewhat contemplative, Sean gave a slight nod. He had been in pretty bad shape that night, but things were different now. “Sorry. I know your face, but I can’t recall your name. You mind if I ask for it again?”

[chirurgicus]

"Not at all. I'm CR-S01."

A careful sip of the punch proved that it was indeed free of any poisons. Deeming it safe, the surgeon drank a bit more and continued the conversation.

"How's the injury doing?" he asked, curious to know if his impromptu patch job back in Sector Three had actually done anything. Well, Sean was still alive. That, if nothing else, was a point in his favor.

[chirurgicus]

Once he’d received his blue ribbon and entered Professor X’s mansion, CR-S01 realized he didn’t actually know what he should be doing. Dance? Talk to people? Wait for someone to inevitably sprain their ankle on the dance floor? It was Hive City, after all; although the place looked safe, he figured there was no way everyone would leave this ball unharmed. 

Until someone inevitably got injured, though…

"Is the punch any good here…?"

[savetheinfidel]

"I can tell you right now, it’s not poisoned—"

Oh? A familiar face. “You… Haven’t we met before?”

[chirurgicus]

"Well, that's a relief." Although, to be honest, he wouldn't have been surprised if the punch had been poisoned.

Pouring himself a small paper cupful, he looked up, squinted for a moment, then finally managed to place the person in front of him.

"Ah, we have... You're Sean, right? We met in Sector Three, if I recall correctly." That had been an eventful night, to say the least.

[chirurgicus]

Once he'd received his blue ribbon and entered Professor X's mansion, CR-S01 realized he didn't actually know what he should be doing. Dance? Talk to people? Wait for someone to inevitably sprain their ankle on the dance floor? It was Hive City, after all; although the place looked safe, he figured there was no way everyone would leave this ball unharmed. 

Until someone inevitably got injured, though...

"Is the punch any good here...?"

[chirurgicus]

date with a moron by cafe-lalonde

//Winter ball getup, aw ye. This was his alternative outfit, but I resisted the temptation and went with something sane.

[lightmorphogeneticfield]

It's All Kicking Off;; Official Winter Ball Start

There’s loud buzzing in the air of the main entrance room as everyone crowds around. People of all shapes, sizes, races, and species were gathered in the room, walking in low rumbles that filled the building. Different outfits adorned different bodies of all different styles while they waited. But waited for what?

The answer soon came as the lights dimmed and two men descended from the stairs. One in a regular tux, the other in princely attire, though based on status the roles should can been switched. Regardless, the blind man reached over and picked the microphone from Edward’s hands, feeling around it before he flipped it one.

"Good evening, everyone," he stared in a soothing voice, "and welcome to the winter ball. As you all know, based on your invitations, Prince Edward has requested you join him here, as a night of celebration and fun. We hope you enjoy your time.

"A few notes before we begin. This house belongs to mister Charles Xavier, and he has been kind enough to let us use it. Please do not ruin his lovely home. The second story is out of bounds and barriers will be set up so no one can enter. You may venture out onto the patio and into the gardens.

"Everyone attending will receive a blue ribbon, which they can wear on their wrist as a sort of token to move in and out of the party. 

"Behind this set of stairs is the formal sitting room. There are small couches and chairs for you to sit if you get tired or wish to relax. The hallway on my right leads to the parlor room, where most of the dancing will take place. Adjacent to that room is the formal dining room, where there are rows of tables lined with food and drink. There are a few tables and chairs in there as well. Don’t be concerned about food, we have cooks in the kitchen ready to make more should we run out. To my left, you will find the anteroom, the library, and the day room. Professor Xavier’s office is also off limits.

"Behind us, outside, is the patio, and further than that are the gardens. They’ve been strung up with lights and lit so that you may find your way. Please be careful around the small fish pond, and don’t get lost on your way to the gazebo.  The windows of the parlor room will also be opened so that you may dance in the gardens, if you wish.

"Once again, we hope you enjoy your evening, and should you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask."

Turning of the microphone, Light gave a sweeping bow towards the large group and gestured for them to be on their way.

Tonight was the night for fun.

——

[[Here it is, everyone! The Hive City Winter Ball! A few quick things before be begin!

If you didn’t get an invitations before the ball officially starts, that’s fine! You can still come, but you’ll technically be a party crasher.

I don’t care if you have, like, a thread with one other person where someone gets killed. This is Citta, people are gonna get killed. Just don’t.. burn the house down or lace the punch with cyanide or anything, okay?

We have TWO playlists for the ball! A more modern style and a more classical style! It doesn’t really affect the threads, but Alan and I thought you guys would like some tunes to go with your dance.

Threads for the next WEEK count towards the ball, just tag them as #Citta winter ball or #Citta mini event!

If you guys have any questions, please ask me or Kat! We’d be glad to answer them!

[chirurgicus]

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[chirurgicus]

"I'm not much good at dancing, but I'll be there."

[chirurgicus]

Not so masterfully swipes the green sweater and exchanges it for this one. Faerie magic triumphs once again! She's so incredibly embarrassed, please forgive her marshmallow brain.

He takes one look at the new sweater in his hands and doesn't know what to say.

"Thanks," he manages to choke out after an indeterminate amount of time. What is this monstrosity? He just doesn't know.

[lightmorphogeneticfield]

// Good evening, Hive City. It’s come to the attention of some that this holiday season has started.. rather grim. There hasn’t truly been any sort of merriment or revelry to be had by all. So let’s change that, shall we?

On Saturday December fourteenth, a large ball will be held in this city, courteous of Prince Edward. This is a very formal event, everyone is expected to wear their best. Invitations will be sent out and are required to gain entry. Upon arrival, guests will be given a blue ribbon to tie around their wrists as both a memento and a means to show you may come and go as you please.

This city has seemed to sap the joy out of it’s residents, spend an evening enjoying yourselves and simply being happy. We hope to see you all in attendance.//

—-

[[Alright, people, here’s the deal. This city’s been sad as hell because of the latest event and I think it’s time to have some fun, so here’s what’s gonna happen. Reblog this post once, just once, and your reblog will count for an RSVP of sorts. Once you’ve reblogged this post, MAKE SURE YOUR SUBMIT BOX IS OPEN. You’ll be sent an invitation that way.

Obviously, not everyone’s going to be here on Saturday, so the next week of replies will count towards the ball. Just tag your open with #Citta winter ball or #Citta mini event. It’s not an official event, it’s just something fun to do for the holidays to get rid of the pain and sadness of breaking our muses for a while.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me or Kat! I can be found here, here, and here. Kat can be found here. If you need a skype, just ask! We hope to see guys enjoy yourselves!]]

[chirurgicus]

❅〖 "TA DA!~ You are the 101st person that I have given a gift to! For that, you get a super special stellariffic snowtastic sweater! I worked really hard on it to make it one of a kind. I hope that you love it as much as I do!~" 〗

It's...

Well, he's not really sure what it is. It looks like a sweater. It's very festive, he supposes. You could kill a man with that star on the front 

"'Tis the season," he shrugs, then slips out of his labcoat and pulls the sweater over his head. Static electricity from the sweater causes his hair to stick up in all directions, adding to his generally disheveled look. Fashion sense? What fashion sense? He's been wearing the same prisoner's outfit for eight years straight.

"Thank you," he says politely to the faerie. 

[chirurgicus]

Your application for intern has been accepted. Welcome to the team, Intern CR-S01.

"...! Thank you, Cecil. I'm honored to become part of your team."

(He's going to keep his fingers crossed now and pray his new job doesn't cause him to die a violent and painful death.)

[marblesque]

Christmas icons 3/4

[chirurgicus]

". . ."

It's a common thing around here, and he knows it, but seeing naked bodies (outside of an operating room, no less) definitely wasn't what he was expecting to see when he stepped out of his apartment. He's just going to walk away now.