[A long pause is followed by a bit of an uncertain sigh. However, when Arthas speaks, there is confidence in his tone. It doesn't feel right to address a large group of people without being somewhat formal.]

It has come to my attention that there are several individuals located here that are of royal descent.

Perhaps you can tell me of your kingdoms and the lands you rule or are to inherit. I am curious. In return, I shall speak on my kingdom and Azeroth itself, should you wish.

I must confess...this establishment is far beyond anything I've even imagined. The environment is...completely alien to me.

[OOC: /really wanted an excuse to use this icon]

WAAA-HAAAAA!!! GET 'EM OFF, GET 'EM OFF, GET 'EM OFF!!

[And here is the sound of the kitchen falling apart as Kuzco flails about, arms, legs, everything moving this way and that. Though the bots are doing a pretty good job at cleaning the place up there's quickly another mess left behind once Kuzco hits a counter top or something, even falls over flat on his butt.

There. Are fuzzy things. On his head. Do you understand the situation!?]

AH HA! [You might hear subtle hints of things exploding in the background—small things! It's really more like popping. Nothing at all to concern yourself with!]

Now that the prototype is done, I'd like to—what was that phrasing again? Ah yes!—wish you all a Merry Christmas. My gifts for everyone should be making their way around.

((OOC: See this post for details on the randomized kissing couples and how Mistletoe-kun operates. Feel free to comment here directly to Anissina or to play out your random kissing—just make it clear in the subject please!))

[So full of dots; it's not even funny]

So...is all this...normal?

[Sometime after midnight, those of you in rooms near Apollo's may hear shouting.

The rest of you will hear it too, since he forgot to turn his communicator off when he put it on his nightstand.]

HOLD IT!

TAKE THAT!

OBJECTION!

HAH! BOOM, BABY! Trot out the laaadiiieeesss. Time t--eh.

...[Insert girlish scream.]

DEMON TALKY THING! DEMON TALKY THING! AHHHH!! IT'S GONNA EAT MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE! I DON'T WANNA DIE, I DON'T WANNA DIE! LEMME GO, LEMME GO, LEMME--!

W-what? But--? Prison? No, no, no, no, you can't do this to me! [Sound of puppy whimpering now]

Yzma! Kronk!? THEME SONG GUY!? Hey, nooo, I am the Emperor of the world over here! If--if I'm thrown in prison th--the--I?

[All right. That's it. No more of this!

...He'll be bawling now.]

That's it for meeeeee!