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Post by observer on Jan 10, 2020 15:41:18 GMT -4
As the sun started to rise on November 1st all the spooky decorations around the mansion began to vanish. Halloween was over and the mansion began shifting into a more festive look. The clouds outside began to drop a soft snowfall as maids and butlers began hanging wreathes and garland. Presents began appearing in rooms, the tags waiting to put a name on themselves once someone flipped the tag. In the front living room a large pine tree appeared, boxes of lights and ornaments appearing nearby for those that wished to decorate. Some new doors even appeared throughout the various hallways. As lights appeared around the eve of the house a new 'welcome' mat appeared on the front porch.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 10, 2020 21:48:35 GMT -4
Paulo looks around... He had some good time on the other rooms, even with all the bizarre things that happened with him, like the skunk tail thing
She looks for the one with the "Welcome"...
"Well, I think it will be fun, and almost inoffensive..." looking for the door knob, his hands going to open it
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Post by observer on Jan 10, 2020 23:46:25 GMT -4
Opening it up he found what looked to be the inside of a log cabin. Out the window it was softly snowing while a warm fire was burning in the fireplace. A small tree was in the corner with Christmas lights and strings of popcorn draped on it. By the fire was a comfy chair and a small table that had a cup of hot chocolate looking to have been freshly made given the steam. On another table was a plate of cookies with a glass of milk. Next to the plate of cookies was a sign written in crayon 'For Santa only'. While nothing else appeared to be cooking the stove pipe oven looked to have already been lit over near the kitchen cupboards and an ice box.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 11, 2020 7:08:58 GMT -4
"Better no to go for the milk and cookies, I don't want to get into the naughty list. This hot chocolate, however, smells like Heaven... Maybe only one small sip will not hurt." I think, smile putting the cup on my lips and stopping the hot chocolate
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Post by observer on Jan 12, 2020 3:53:46 GMT -4
Sipping the hot chocolate he found it rather warm, dispelling any chill he might have had. Taking another sip he sat down in the chair, his body warming up the more he drank.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 12, 2020 6:30:27 GMT -4
"Wow... This is an incredible stuff." I say, drinking all the cup content, feeling very warm and cozy
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Post by observer on Jan 12, 2020 14:18:27 GMT -4
As Paulo drank more and more the warm feeling hid a slight tingling. Soon he was starting to get shorter in the chair.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 12, 2020 15:59:43 GMT -4
"Wow... This thing sounds very calmly... I feel like I've lost some height." I think, not noticing I'm really losing height
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Post by observer on Jan 12, 2020 16:03:25 GMT -4
As he got smaller and smaller Paulo's clothes were changing along with him. They were turning a festive red with green trimmings.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 12, 2020 16:11:03 GMT -4
"Okay..." he thinks "Here we go... Now... Why so much red?"
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Post by observer on Jan 12, 2020 16:17:42 GMT -4
Setting the cup down as he went to stand up he found green and white weaving together as his shirt became a Christmas sweater. His pants looked to be turning into sweatpants, a bit of white around the waist and ankles. As he tried to make out the words and design on the sweater he heard the door opening.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 12, 2020 16:21:12 GMT -4
I look to the door and say "Sorry, I didn't want to trespass and...", when I de my voice, although still make, was very squeaky and somewhat high pitched "What is happening, and what about this sweater?"
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Post by observer on Jan 12, 2020 16:26:51 GMT -4
A young woman walked in, dressed in a white sweater with green and red designs on it. She ran a hand through her raven colored hair as it moved just above her shoulder. "Hmm? My, aren't you cute. Did you get lost in the storm little guy?" She asked, a bag of groceries in her arms.
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Post by Little Star T. Clown on Jan 12, 2020 16:30:25 GMT -4
"I just saw the door and it said 'welcome'... Sorry if I did something wrong, I'm not short... Or better I was not... I just came for some reason." I say, looking like panicking
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Post by observer on Jan 12, 2020 16:40:32 GMT -4
"Oh? Well my door is always open to visitors...Well...Technically it's grandma's door, but she's on vacation this year." She said, walking over to the kitchen counter. "Lets see...Short and cute would be the hot cocoa...What did granny say she put in that one again? Christmas cheer, or did that one involve elves?" She said to herself as she put her groceries away. "Ugh...Really wish I hadn't lost that list while shopping..."
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