Tib's OOC Christmas Party

(....my,my,my....an earth-bound Santa Claus!!!)

.....and strangely, there could also be heard the uplifting strains of a xmas carol, humming into existence from all around this figure like a musical light, its' obvious source conflicting with the sense of sight and the puffs of breath, for the tune was steady and unbroken......

....spying the light as it pierced through the swirls of snow in front of him, the lively figure trudged enerringly towards the glowing cabin and home of his host, a smile forming on his whiskered face as he chuckled at the thought of the looks and reactions soon to be experienced by all in that fair house....a moment for which he has been in gleeful anticipation for quite some time.....
[/COLOR]
:D :D :D
 
(....and now, the moment has come...)

.....finally, he plowed to a standstill in front of the steps of his destination, and gazed up at the frosted windows and warm golden light that burned from them, beating back the chilling forces of the night's fury......ahhhh, the rewards of a truely honest struggle....such a sight!...what words can describe it?!?

...and chuckling again with glee, he hopped and stomped up the stairs to the door, and knocked and rapped as hard as his cold, furry hands would allow, fairly giggling all the while....
;) :) ;)
 
Dinner is served!!!

Helping Faith and Honey lay the table, I go back into the living room and look around.

There they are apart from Marvel and Kitsuke who are still upstairs (but at least they are quiet now so I could finally turn down the music).

"Okay! Everybody! Christmas Dinner is now served so if everyone can move to the dining room."

Going upstairs, I rap on the bedroom door.

"Marvel! Kitsuke! Dinner's ready!"

All I can hear are murmers.

Leaving them to it, I go back down and watch my guests file into the dining room to take their seats.

"Tibvo. Tex isn't here yet." Lillie says to me.

"Don't worry, we'll save a seat for him." I assure her.

I hear a knocking at the front door.

"That could be him now!"

Going to the front door, I open it but it isn't Tex who's standing there.

"No! It can't be!" I gasp, not believing what I am seeing...
 
Last edited:
Chow Time!

[SIZE=3/bold]
"Dinners Ready," I hear Tib yell. I get up from the chair and tell Brat, "Let's go, chow time." I yell up the stairs to Marvel and Kit.

"Come down, it is time to eat."

I go to the place where my name is. Marvel is to the right of me and Tib sits to the left of me. Honey is at one end of the table and the Mystery Man is at the other end.

All of a sudden, women dressed as scantily clad elves come out of the kitchen with the first course of the meal.

"Okay, who is saying Grace?," I ask.

[/SIZE]



http://www.Bibracte.dreamwater.org/ATWAS/xmas tree and fireplace.jpg
 
I sat down at the dinner table next to THEBRAT and watched as women wearing very revealing elves outfits came in and started serving the first course.

"Where did they come from?" I thought to myself.

Pushing my eyes back into their sockets, I turned to THEBRAT and asked if she wanted to pull a cracker!
 
(and the time has come!)

...music and laughter and now footsteps seep out from the other side of the door, and a big ol' wide smile cracks the face of the figure at the door..... click of the latch, the door swings open, and light and the smells of candles and a fire mixed with cooking food,mince pies and eggnog and incense spill out in a wave that engulfs the visitors senses......closing his eyes momentarily to enjoy the sensations, he opens them to the bewildered and astonished face of the one who could only be his host, as he is dressed in the red,velvet finery of ol' St. Nick himself........ ;)

"Well,wellwell..and what do we have here?....hohohoho.....Don't be so surprised my friend, I'm not the Jolly Old Elf Himself doncha know!!", and with that , the visitor threw back his hood to reveal the orange and black striped fur, pointy ears and gleaming white fangs of a true Larry Niven creation, a mammoth and seemingly imposing creature called a 'Kzin', an intergalactic warlike race with a reputation for ferocity in battle, cunning in tactics, but 'humane', honourable and loyal in affairs with non-aggressive species.........and yet this one....he has an overpowering sense of calm and goodwill about him........

"Come,come now my good man...pick up that jaw of yours and invite me in! It's as cold as an asteroid out here, and I've got a world of good cheer to share with you all...once I can thaw out a bit that is!!!HoHoHo!!!"
..and stepping forward with paw(?) extended, he clasped the still astonished Tibvo's hand in a warm furry shake, clapping him on the shoulder and simultaneously stomping more snow from his leggings and boots, the smile as wide as can be, the friendship and warmth emanating from him like a star's own furnace....
:D :cool: ;)
 
Faith !! Merry Christmas!!

I'll hold my breath! *HUG* I heard you were sick..I hope you are on the last end of this bug!

I got my flu shot late this year.. so I'm crossing my fingers!

Merry Christmas!!

I take my seat, eyes glowing at all the lovely dishes being laid on the table appreciating the work that went into them....

I place Tex's name card on his plate.. so no one will sit there. Knowing him, he'll come in blustery and hungry.. especially from all the handyman work he's been doing . LOL !! *wink at Honey*
 
I watch this strange visitor from behind my Hair that is hanging in front of my eyes!

I sense that he means nobody any harm but rather that he likes to give cheer to others!


I look at Tib and I think to myself that what I did to him was a very dirty trick!
 
"Ahhh.....I can see that I couldn't have had better timing!" he exclaims, again with glee.

Most of the guests were already seating themselves around the great table, and he could see others, in tiny elve costumes no less, labouring under huge, steaming platters on their way there. There were still a few lingering around the crackling fire though, and to these he gave a wave and nod of his great furry head.

Stomping the last of the snow from his feet, he whisked off the dark red cloak, just as Tibvo seemed to come back around and reach out to take it.....and to look curiously closer at his newly arrived visitor!

"I know, I know....allow me to introduce myself.."

"I am known hereabouts as Kewlkatz....but you can just call me Kewl! I'm a Kzin as you can plainly see, but relatively harmless these days, I assure you," he chuckled, "since Galactic Peace was declared in these parts....." ".....Sa-ay....." he side-stepped, " Is that roast TURKEY that I smell???"

"Wh-wh-...why no...I'm afraid not" Tibvo stammered dejectedly, and with growing mock disgust, "We have only a great honking HAM to feast on toni-...."

Suddenly, the strangest of looks came across his face as his voice trailed off. His nostrils flared, and he sniffed the air loudly. "You know...I could almost SWEAR ....."

The Kzin bent his slightly larger frame and nudged Tibvo with his elbow. Raising an eyebrow(?) and glancing conspiratorialy towards the kitchen, he whispered with a chuckle, "A wee-ee little birdie told me that that might be the case......just before I ate him! Ha-Hoo Ha Ho Ho Ho!!!"

And with a flourish and another great, bellowing belly-laugh, the mighty Kzin whipped his cloak around himself once more, to the astonishment again of his perplexed host.

"Hold the fort and hold that door, for I shall be back before little Jack Frost can chill off your nose!" And with a 'whoosh' he flung open the door and bounded down the stairs, leaving poor ol' Tib, holding the door against the now howling icy wind, to only guess what was coming next.....
:confused: ;)
 
(oooops..)

Hey...up there...that's me!!!!

Yikes!!@#$%^&* friggin' machine!!!!!!!

Couldn't be MY fault, could it???lolrofl


:eek: :eek: :eek: :rolleyes: ;)
 
Last edited:
"I think to myself if that giant walking fur rug KewlKatz brings back a blasted Turkey he will be wearing it!"

I get up and walk into the kitchen for a glass of water to take a pill before I eat anything!


As I am finishing drinking my Glass of water I feel as if someone is watching me

I turn around and I see that Tib is looking at me in a very funny way as if I might bite him I smile at him and walk back into The Dinning Room!


ooc If I can get online Tuesday 12-11 after my Surgery I will but it will be a very Groggy Brat
 
Last edited:
and out of the blizzard what now should appear.....

...as Tib peered with an eerie anticipation into the blowing snow where he had seen the Kzin disappear, he could hear his muffled laughter and other strange noises through the din of the storm....and lifting his nose, again, he could SWEAR....

....bounding through the snow to the by now almost completely buried toboggan, Kewl bent to the mound, paws in a flurry (*groan*) as he untied the sashes and cord that held down the tarp. Pulling back the cover from the front of the sled first, he pulled out two large bundles and dragged them to the stairs....

....as Tib continued to search through the bluster with one arm in front of his face and the other in a death grip with the door, Kewlkatz' form appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Before Tib could say a word, he was forced to backpeddle from the figure before him, and the mighty Kat lifted two huge red and green sacks, each easily as big as Tibs himself, and lightly set them down with a thud on the floor , one at each of Tib's sides. Again with a chuckle and a "Just one moment.." wave of his furry clawed paw(?!?), he leaped from the doorway into the night once more.....
Looking from one sack to the other, and then out beyond, Tib's was beginning to have a weird sense of dejavue!!!!
:rolleyes:
 
Tex enters

He cranes his neck, scanning the tables for a fetching pair of demurely crossed legs and an ornament dangling fetchingly from a toe. He spots it and smiles. He walks past tantalizing dishes, both food and female, and takes his seat, but not before bowing and giving Cutie_Lillie

Lillie! Thank you for saving my spot. It is so nice to see everyone here, both good friends, nodding acquiantances and strangers, at least to my eyes.

For those whom I've yet to meet ... name's Tex.

He tips his hat

Now ... when's vittles? He rubs his hands together, then turns with a link to Lillie I already have a pretty good idea about dessert.
 
"Bounding thru da snow....to a one Kat covered slay.....thru da load we go.....Ho-Ho-ing all the wa-ay!!!"

Almost in a fit of laughter and grinning now insanely, Kewl tore off the remaining tarp and let the wind carry it away.....his prize and everyone's delight was awaiting....


.....Tibvo was almost beside himself, and would have been if not for the surrounding mystery sacks.....he just clued in to what they might have to offer, for he could detect the unmistakeable aroma of MINCE MEAT PIES!!! wafting from one of them. He was just about to lay a hand on the drawstrings, when a creak and a groan drew his salivating eyes to .......
 
With a bemused look on my face...

I return lillies hug enthusiastically while trying not to breath on her.... "Thanks Sweets"

Slinding into the chair next to Tex.. I give him a small peck on the cheek... "So glad to see you here"

Watching the antics going on all around the room, I can't help but wonder if tib will survive for one more lap sitting...lol

The food looks absolutely wonderful... "My compliments to the Chef"......
 
...well.whadaya know.....

...struggling under what must have been an enormous weight, Kewlkatz came through the door with an enormous black pig-iron cauldron, more than four feet across, and if not for the fact that Tibvo had had a much larger than normal gothic style door installed just that summer, Kewl would have had to upend the thing to get it inside...and even then it would have been a feat!

"Be a good chap and clear the way to the kitchen, my good man?" puffed the Kat, "That's a boy!"

"Oh..uh...certainly...of course!" In a frenzy of movement, Tibvo was a man-in-motion as he broke out of his stunned silence, and with much yelling and direction and much-ado-over-nothing, really, than the odd shriek of surprise, the cauldron was delivered with aplomb, in a flurry of orange and black fur, and was settled in front of their eyes...

And as he stepped back grinning with gleaming white teeth, and eyes sparkling with bright fire, Kewl warmly spread open his arms to them all, and beckoned them all around...
 
" My friends, may I firstly wish you geat tidings of happiness on this most Joyous of Holiday Seasons....for this is truely the time for us all to put aside our differences, and share and experience in comfort and contentment, as we all would like to see this world and all others to do in the times to come....Peace and Good Cheer to you all!!!"

Tibvo was starting to salivate in double time now, the mince pies at the door forgotten (well, not QUITE forgotten!), for the lid of the 'pot' had been jarred in all the commotion, and he had just caught a whiff of what had been threatening his grip on his sanity earlier on......"- * roasted turkey * -" he whispered to himself, with a glazed, stupid look on his face...

"And for your pleasure, I have brought along my contribution to this festive occasion...." and with both hands, he whisked off the heavy black lid in a cloud of steam, and settled it with a thud on the floor. Reaching in with both arms, his head disappearing into the steam...and what should appear?

.....rising like a golden stellar orb over the horizon of a dawning new world came the back and full body of the largest bird that any of them had ever seen...65lbs if it was an ounce! Riding like a god on an ornamental silver platter , and surrounded by roasted veggies, Kewl sailed it above and over their heads, and among the ooo's and ahh's, it found it's honoured spot on the table.
 
Jaw slack and quite noticably drooling now in wide-eyed amazement, Tib could only stand there and stare as the heady rich aroma permeated his very being....

Not to be outdone, Honey B had dashed off to the kitchen, and was now struggling under the weight of the "whopping great HAM " that had stole her away from most of the party so far......
45lbs of honey-glazed, clove 'n spiced dark roasted perfection, whose heavy, sweet smells melding with the others for an almost orgasmic olfactory delight!

...snapping to, Tibvo leaped to the aid of his lovely, thus saving his backbacon from being fried later from his earlier drooling transgression, and together they slipped the monstrous great beast into its' slip by the bird. Together, with the exquisite flavours of the coquettes, and the red curry and other delectable dishes...this promised to be a feast to remember....

...and we all know what's for the desert!!!
;) :p :cool:
 
Coming back downstairs...

I watch the Dickensian scene unfold before my eyes and waiting for Tiny Tib to shout out "God bless us... Every one!"

"Quite a spread, eh Marvel?" Tibvo remarks with a wink and a glance upstairs.

"It was, umm... IS. Yes, dear," I reply as I take my seat opposite Tibvo's at the head of the table. "Whine? I mean wine, sweetie?" and try to neaten my hair a bit.

"Sooo... VL, you going to sing that song I heard was zooming to the top of the charts at First Date? Great segue, huh?"
 
What a Christmas Party...

Sitting at the head of the table, with my friends around me, we all listen to VL saying Grace.

While she says it, I'm unable to take my eyes off the great big whopping turkey which is sitting in the middle of the table. I can hear it calling to me.

"Eat me, Tib! Eat me!"

When she has finished, I stand up and make an impromptu speech.

"Marvel, Honey, Faith, Brat, VeiledLady, Lillie, Ari, Kitsuke, Isster, Tex, Exosus, Unregistered, Jehanox and, of course, Kewl! I just want to thank you all for coming and make this thread and Christmas a really happy one for me! Thank you!"

"Ha! Ha! I believe the poor boy is quite moved by the whole thing!" booms out Kewl as he slaps me heartily on the back, almost causing me to go flying across the table and taking all the food with me. Luckily I manage to grab hold of the sides of the table and catch myself.

Phew!

Suddenly, there's a crack and the sound of something large hitting the ground. Turning to where Kewl is sitting, I now see him(?) sprawled on the floor, his chair finally giving up the fight and collapsing under his not inconsiderable weight.

For a moment, there is stoney silence. None of know exactly how Kewl will react. So we are surprised and relieved when he bursts out laughing, the sound literally causing the cottage to shake!

"Looks like I need to lose some weight!" he booms. "Now help me up, young man and get me something worthier of the task!"

This is not as easy as it sounds and it takes not only me, but Ari, Tex, Isster and Jehanox to get him(?) back onto his feet.

Ooh! My poor back!

Then I dart out of the room to find another chair but unable to find up to the job of supporting our friendly alien, a couple of us instead brings in an old tree stump (luckily the dining room is big enough) for Kewl to sit on.

Finally seated, I watch hungrily as the food is dished out...
 
Coming down the stairs Kitsuke stops by Marvel's chair and whispers something in her ear, grinning while he walks off and she as surreptitiously as possible corrects the alignment of her blouse buttons.

"This feast look struly grand Tib... I must comment your organizational skills and Honey_B's culinary mastery on this aromatic bit of heaven we all get to sink our teeth into now." Now seated and salivating, grace is said and the feast commences.
 
Looking around the table of festive joy and good feelings, Ari is moved to make a great sacrifice...

"Say would anyone like some fruitcake with the desert course? I've been using it as a spare tire but it's still good I know. That stuff is much better aged."
 
At the mention of fruitcake, I look around madly for the offending item, ready to hurl the distasteful brick threw the window if need be.

"Ari, don't scare me like that!"

Those things are dangerous and shouldn't be taken lightly.

~grin~

Although with fruitcake, that is impossible.
 
That Turkey!!!!!

It is like a Mexican stand-off.

At one end of the table is me, drooling with hunger. Sitting on the other (or in the middle of the table) is the turkey.

But it is more than just sitting there. It is taunting me. Saying things like:

"What's the matter, big boy! Am I too much turkey for you?"

What?

"You heard me! I'm here for the wanting if you are man enough!"

Why you...

Just then the lights go out!

All at once, the room is filled with voices asking what has happened to the lights, etc...

No one hears the sounds of chomping!...
 
Back
Top