-Due to wild winter weather the likes of which my poor California soul is not prepared to handle, the schedule for the day has changed and I am left to open the store all on my lonesome. Thankfully, if a pair of adhesive-inclined burglars attempts to rob us, I could not be in a better-equipped place to stage shenanigans that would make Kevin McCallister proud.
-Opening an escape room alone is a terrifying thing. Few sights will chill you to the bone like walking through an empty building as lights slowly flicker on, opening up creaky doors, and finding yourself faced with the likes of a deer’s mounted head piercing your soul with its black beady eyes, bloodied bodies chained to the ceiling swinging around slowly, or an eight foot tall gingerbread man bearing a grin that is clearly hiding a secret.
-“I already love it,” said a young girl, entering a bright and fantastical world of candies and sweets. “I want my mommy,” said a young boy, entering the same room, but with a much deeper grasp on the implications of a candy factory ran by sentient candy people.
-A man walked back into the main lobby, having just sent his daughter and her friends into a room without him, and remarked, “Now I feel I am the one that escaped.” I admire his strategy. One can never fail to escape if one never allows themselves to be locked in at all. I believe we can all take something away from this.
-Road conditions led to the majority of our bookings cancelling and rescheduling for another day. Our latest game, however, insisted on keeping their reservations. I respect their dedication, but I am afraid that our rooms will present practically nothing of a challenge after they have conquered the trials of the roads here.
When the snow hits, Quinn Fabray is trapped in California away from her family but she is not one to give up. When she meets Santana at the airport will they be able to work together to get home in time for Christmas?
“We’re kind of friends, huh?” / “Kind of.” — “So when Rachel shows up at your house with Christmas cookies (vegan, of course) and a long-winded explanation of the importance of spreading holiday cheer and why she enjoys the holiday season, you let yourself smile.” — one-shot, Faberry, post-‘Hold on to Sixteen’
Two parties, one week and three days, and struggling to find the right words to say. Content and rating may vary, contains language, suggestive themes, mind-altering substances, Puckleberry bromance, and some delicious Faberry with a dash of smut.
This story is a morality tale of a selfish self-centered diva, Rachel Berry, who having alienated everyone she loves undergoes a dramatic change of heart after an experience of redemption over the course of a Christmas Eve night. (Don’t expect it to last, this is Rachel Berry after all) Expect to see the Ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future as familiar faces. FABERRY AU
Quinn’s got a surprising winter break job. Rachel Berry happens to stumble upon Quinn by accident, which sets in motion events that will change their lives forever. Faberry Week prompt. Rated M for the hell of it, fluff not smut.
“'Don’t tell me you have some sort of Santa fetish,” Quinn continues, looking horrified. “How am I just now hearing about this?'” Faberry. Sequel to “now i get my fortune told for free”. Post-Season six.