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Post by Om-Yogu on Dec 20, 2019 22:39:58 GMT -6
Thread PL: 179,935
Sure, Yogu's best friend in the entire world was dead. Sure, the guys that were responsible for his death had a majority of the Dragon Balls. Sure, one of those guys, who just so happened to be responsible for the fact he was a ghost now, was more powerful than him. And SURE, Yogu had spent the past few days sobbing and crying as many ghost tears he could muster up in the lookout's guest room. BUUUUUUUUUT! It was Baomas time. And what do you do at Baomas time? You decorate your home and throw a big Baomas party with gifts and Baomas music and whatnot. It'd be a great time. And the Lookout was quite void of any Baomas cheer at the moment.
So, for the next hour he had to himself, Yogu scrounged through the Lookout's storage and grabbed as many Baomas decoration looking things he could find. He did his best to scatter them around the lookout, giving it a very sort-of-kind-of festive feel. And hey! They still had Monster's boombox that he got from that vaporized village! It was right next to a weird-looking jar that was labeled 'Monster Juice'. "Wonder what that's about..." Yogu was half tempted to open it, but felt it'd probably be a bad idea. Back to the boombox, the only songs on it were that Mna Mna song and that other song about that fictional planet called Africa, but that'd be good enough for Baomas. He didn't exactly have a lot of time to set this up. Everyone else would be back at some point or maybe some people were still at the lookout and just hadn't seen him setting up. Either way, he needed to be quick and he couldn't go out and buy Baomas music.
Yogu took a step back and looked at his handiwork. The entire Lookout was now decorated with magical doodads and doohickeys from storage that he couldn't even begin to understand. Some of which were probably dangerous. But hey, it's Baomas time! Forget about the danger and the depressing reality that awaited Yogu outside of the Lookout! Baomas cheer! Happiness! Presents! Yogu turned on the boombox, and it started blasting one of the two songs on loop. "Sure, this ain't like Baomas at Mom and Dad's, but I'm still feelin' the Baomas spirit! ...I miss Mom and Dad's..." For a minute, Yogu felt like crying and sobbing again, but he pushed it out of his mind. Along with thoughts of Nashi. As far as he was concerned right now, Nashi didn't exist! The Dragon Ball hunt didn't exist! Vocado and his gang of weirdos didn't exist either! "It's Baomas time BAYBEEEEE!" Now he just had to wait for the other inhabitants of the Lookout to show up to his party.
Ignore your crumbling life with presents and eggnog at the GODSQUAD BAOMAS BASH 3019!
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Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Dec 22, 2019 1:07:45 GMT -6
PL: 16,000 Ichi's PL: 16,000Baomas was a curious tradition to Daruma. Once a year at the winter solstice, the people of Earth exchanged gifts with their friends... or something. Honestly, he found that he didn't quite understand the whole concept. But from the vibe he got from flicking through channels and the giddy little gallops of the children in the mall as he shopped down in Karinga, it seemed like the perfect thing to take his mind off of the morbidly depressing season he'd had so far. After using Bing to search for information about the season's traditions, he finally settled on getting together some gifts for his friends. He didn't have a lot of time left, and he'd have to sort it mostly by himself as he didn't have any money left, but he decided to get presents for just a few of the important or new people in his life. Chime was the obvious one, with Tysco coming in at a close second. Next came Cia, who he hoped might come visit in the season as he thought she was great, and then followed Yogu and maybe some small gifts for other people. He set to work, cracking down on his gift ideas, some of which would take a little bit more than a flash of magic to create as he hoped for them. But a sleepless night and a few hours of work left him settled with presents to spare. Creeping down the hall to put his gifts under the palm trees outside - as he thought he read on the internet - Daruma noticed an odd string of things throughout the Lookout that he didn't quite get. Bells of Ever-shine, which he'd tucked in the Lookout's storage next to the Forbidden Section, were strung up with green and red ribbons on the wall, clinking away with festive tunes. "Huh?" He grumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes as his energy snapped onto the ethereal twang that was Yogu. Following the loud, sudden sound of baomas music to the party, Daruma stepped over the threshold and waved the ghost down, politely pushing down his Ogre instincts to fight the specter. "H-Hey, Yogu! What's going on?" Bring his arm back to support the presents, one of which was shaking and stirring, he noticed the obvious set up of the party. "Baomas right? Great minds think alike. Where should I put these?" He gestured to the armful of presents.
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Post by Chime on Dec 29, 2019 2:26:54 GMT -6
Chime's PL: 125,000
"What the hell is going on up here?"
Chime stood in the doorway of the Lookout's main building, arms crossed and looking as annoyed as Yogu or Daruma had ever seen him. He had been downstairs in the training room, doing...well, training. Trying to get stronger for the inevitable Saiyan rematch. There was no time to waste, every spare moment was one he could use to gain an advantage. Whether that was in sheer power, technical skill, or superior knowledge, he needed every little bit he could scape up against opponents like this. He didn't know how long he'd been down there when he started hearing this...noise. It was coming from upstairs. What was it, some sort of music? Even with his Namekian hearing, it was a bit muffled.
Whatever it was, he was trying to concentrate, so with a grumble of frustration, Chime had gone upstairs, which is where the present moment found him. He was the shortest, and technically youngest person out of the three of them, but somehow radiated Disappointed Dad energy like he'd been doing it his whole life. As he walked out and looked around, he saw the scene more clearly. Namely, Yogu's decorations, half of which were magical artifacts. They really needed to get better locks. His scowl only deepened when he spotted the boombox, and then he realized why it was bothering him so much. The last time he heard this, a horned monster tore his roof open and declared his intent to murder Kami. Not his best day.
The music turned into a garbled rewind, then played again, then finally stopped as Chime tried to find the button to turn the damn thing off. He straightened up and looked to Yogu, then to Daruma, "Well? What is all this?"
Scrooge is here
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Mar 14, 2020 6:16:53 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Ordinarily, Tysco would be front and center in the decorations and festivities department. Back when he lived with his parents and sister; he always had the big brain ultra bright ideas on how to decorate the mansion, each year had unique decorations and gimmicks. After he moved into his own modest apartment, this tradition continued as he decorated the interior of his home much the same and always had a whole bunch of fun doing it— he typically invited a few close friends to his place for a little party if they weren’t already too busy; and otherwise took pictures and sent them to those that couldn’t make it.
This year though, he honestly couldn’t tell if he wanted to bother. So many things had been happening recently and over the past two years that had steadily been wearing Tysco down, just a tiiiiiny bit. He counted himself lucky however— perhaps even blessed— to have a fantastic support network of wonderful friends that he was simply content to be in the presence of, no extra celebratory bells and whistles needed. Speaking of that support network though, Daruma was around here and there, another person that Tysco had not gotten to know all too personally was also present— Yogi or something like that? Yeah that was probably right. Lastly, Chime was busy in the one of the training rooms. Tysco knew exactly why, and struggled with whether or not to encourage the Namekian for fear of losing yet another friend, but he could also just as easily relate to how the other was feeling. In any case, Tysco simply supported Chime’s efforts, only notifying the Namekian of his presence should Chime need him at any point, as well as his intent to study with Morticia in one of the libraries.
As such, Tysco had met with and invited the lovely Morticia to the Lookout today, once again offering to bring her there himself much like the first time. He framed it as both a study session and a date. A ‘studate’ he called it, without even missing a beat.
Tysco had set up a nice little workstation for two in one of the Lookout’s libraries; bringing up books about various relics that he would be interested in as well as books detailing information about all manner of mystical plants for Morticia. In some cases these books referenced each other which gave clues as to the potential location of some incredibly rare mystical plants that were noted as merely myth, with accompanying relics related to the plant. Tysco found great enjoyment in looking through all of this with Morticia, and the atmosphere was pretty peaceful.
At least, until he heard the muffled sound of music and felt the slight reverberation of the beats through the Lookout itself. “What the..?” Tysco’s brow furrowed as he looked upward and away from the book he was reading. Focusing his senses, particularly his energy sensing ability, Tysco ascertained that nothing violent was happening topside. That was a good start. A rarity, sure, but a good start nonetheless. The more worrisome part was that Chime had been disturbed and gone to check out what was happening.
Tysco took a deep breath, closing his book as he stood up and looked toward Morticia. “Hey Cia, I’m... Uh, I’m, gonna go see what’s going on up there. Whatever it is, I think it seems to have broken Chime’s focus.” Tysco looked to the side, it was obvious that he was worried. “I mean, he could use a break and all, but, yanno. Anyways, feel free to come with, if you wanna.” He said, winking and blowing a kiss towards her before moving along towards the topside of the Lookout.
The closer he got to the gathering up there, he saw more and more festive decorations. So one of the others must have set it up recently. That explained a lot. Tysco emerged just as Chime turned the boombox off, less so radiating Disappointed Dad energy as much as Bothered Older Brother energy. “... I get the decorations, but was the boombox really necessary?”
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