The World Has Got a Smile Today, the World Has Got a Glow (Voltron Holiday Party Log)

[heartofalioness]

Who: The Attack on Voltron House and YOU! Seriously, if you have Voltron CR, you're invited!
Where: Attack on Voltron House, Four Island
When: Around December 11
Summary: The Voltrons have a human/Altean holiday party at their house, come on by!
Rating: PG to PG-13, will warn as necessary


When Shiro proposed celebrating Grogory Day back at the harvest festival, Allura had honestly been touched by the suggestion, even more so when the rest of the household agreed. (Especially coming from Keith and Pidge, who liked their peace and quiet.) So after sitting down with a calendar and making a graphing calculator earn its keep, Allura determined that Grogory Day would be about December 8th. Of course, that was a weekday, so the invitations she sends out a few weeks beforehand (to give people time for travel) say it’s that Saturday evening instead. (And given the number of high-level trainers in the house, guests are more than welcome to request a ride.) And since it seems to be the main Earth holiday, why not make it an early Christmas party, too?

When people arrive, the spacious beach house is decked out with lights, mostly in shades of blue, and the interior beckons people to come out of the brisk and damp sub-tropic air, warm and bright and spacious (which it needs to be with the possible crowds), soft and cheery Poké-holiday music winding through the rooms, with interludes from Jaskier and his Wigglytuff throughout the evening.

As for refreshments, while Hunk might not be here, the non-Shiro members of the household are able to set out a decent spread from all their cultures. Lance contributes a host of Cuban recipes from golden brown tostones and empanadas, to roasted pernil with juicy meat draped in crispy skin, served with rice and black beans. A wintery gratin filled with mushrooms and kabocha squash, baked Brie topped with a rosehip jam in lieu of juniberries and wrapped in puff pastry, an assortment of Christmas cookies (including but certainly not limited to gingerbread and peanut butter blossoms), and an island of drinks featuring mugs of warm coffee, glasses of sweet coquito, slow cookers of mulled berry wine and apple juice, and a bowl with an extremely blue punch. And treats for the Pokémon as well, naturally. Of course, if guests want to contribute to the feast, they’re more than welcome!

(Also, at some point in the evening, Lance might have stolen Shiro's Gallade to help plant mistletoe here and there. Do with this information what you will.)

So come, eat, drink, mingle with old friends and make some new ones! And enjoy the night, no matter which holiday you’ve come to celebrate!


[[OOC: This is a mingle log, so feel free to make your own top-levels and such, and have fun!]]

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[lordofthefries]

[While it was very kind of Allura to invite Sasha to the party, she wonders if it's because she just lives here and not because she's friends with Allura or any of the other Voltrons. Except Shiro. Shiro is Space Dad, not a friend. Way different thing. We don't use the term "friend" in Sasha's mind. That's a cursed word.

In any case, Sasha once again feels underdressed. Everybody else looks pleasantly put together, some fancier than others, while she just has on a plain ankle-length dress and simple black flats. No jewelry or accessories other than the gold studs she has had in her lobes since piercing them back during the summer. Sasha still hasn't figured out fashion and what makes things look good on her, what's considered fancy when all your clothes were sewn from repurposed bedsheets, tablecloths, and curtains, but at least her dress has pockets? Apparently that's a good thing. More room to stash snacks.

And speaking of snacks, Sasha sets herself up at the buffet table, peering down at the dishes laid out in front of her. Some, like the roasted meat and cookies are familiar to her, but other things like tostones and the gratin are strange and new, but that doesn't stop her from putting them on her plate. Er, plates, that is. She has one in her hand and one perched precariously on her forearm, both loaded to the brim with huge servings of each dish. Is she eating for two? No, just for one Sasha, but surely this is enough of a disaster to receive commentary from someone.

For the rest of the night, she hangs back in the shadows, tucked in a corner with her Togepi at one point, maybe one of the many house cats at another, before wandering back over to the food for another full plate, not really knowing how to socialize with so many strangers. Sasha is really out of her element and it shows in every part of body language she has, from head to toe. Someone should come and tell her how proud they are of her for not running and hiding in her bedroom for the entirety of the party.]

[heartofalioness]

[Hey, Omelette~ Allura's own Togepi Ayrol waddles up and offers a wave from the floor... with his princess close behind.]

Hello, Sasha. I don't think I've had the chance to compliment your dress this evening. You look very nice.

[And she really means it, that's a nice color on the slightly older girl.]

[questioneverything]

[Romelle was certainly surprised by the amount of food Sasha seemed to be taking. Did she think the buffet wouldn't last the whole night? She was certain that they had made enough food, right?]

Hi, Sasha.

[Romelle had seen her around the house, after all, though hadn't spoken with her individually too much. She decided it was time to remedy that.]

Are you enjoying the food?

[That was probably a dumb question...]