День 1
гильдия Ежик в тумане 🦔

Аквамариновая коллекция жила своей атмосферной жизнью в Домике, никто не знал, чем обусловлена их вседозволенность, ведь они периодически чудили не по-детски … и вот, никогда такого не было, и снова 😂 аквамариновые украшения устроили новогоднюю дискотеку. Диджеем на этот раз был развеселый аквамариновый браслет, дискотека шла в стиле прошедших веков. У многих в памяти еще остались зажигательные мелодии давно ушедших столетий. Приглашенных на дискотеку не было, и остальные обитатели Домика смотрели с недоумением на мероприятие «для своих», не понимая, в чем секрет этой ночной вакханалии?  Украшения кутили всю ночь, сбадривая горячительным и без того накаленную обстановку. А под утро все стихло, и пространство Домика наполнилось тоской, грустью и безысходностью. Кто-то тихо сидел в углу, попивая джин, кто-то укромно вытирал платочком слезы, а кто-то откровенно и навзрыд давал волю чувствам. Украшения прощались со своей бессменной ведущей коллекции- с миссис Подвеской. Как оказалось, ее подарили к новому году известному коллекционеру, и завтра она должна убыть на место нового хранения. Поэтому, прощальная дискотека была организована украшениями  в честь любимой Подвески и имела столь закрытый и минорный характер…

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Guild: Double D’s

Day 2 The Fruit-Gold New Year's Riot

The golden swan was mid-pirouette when the cherry bonked it on the head.
"EXCUSE ME!" shrieked the swan. "I'm rehearsing high art here!"
"High art?!" The cherry bounced indignantly. "I'm VITAMIN C! I'm ESSENTIAL! You're just... shiny!"
"JUST SHINY?!" The watermelon rolled into the conversation. "If anyone's the main vitamin, it's ME! I'm 92% water! I'm HYDRATION!"
"You're 92% boring," muttered the cherry.
Things escalated quickly.
The horseshoe clanged against the mantelpiece, declaring, "LUCK trumps everything! Without me, you're all doomed!"
"Balance is superior," the yin-yang spun serenely. "Luck without balance is just chaos."
"I LIKE CHAOS!" yelled the seahorse, who had successfully turned the rain garland into a waterslide and was having the time of its life.

Meanwhile, in the corner...
The golden swan, tired of being assaulted by fruit, had tucked the New Year's gift inside its hollow decorative body.
"If they want to fight over who's most important," the swan sniffed, "they can do it WITHOUT presents. I'm keeping this safe until they learn some CULTURE."
The gift—a beautiful mirror ornament—sat nestled in the swan's golden belly, reflecting the chaos around it.

By noon:
The living room looked like a battlefield. Cherry pits everywhere. Watermelon seeds scattered across the rug. The horseshoe had bent itself arguing. The yin-yang was dizzy from spinning in frustration. The seahorse had crashed at the bottom of the garland-slide and was seeing stars.
"WHERE IS THE GIFT?!" they all shouted at once.
The golden swan, now standing center stage, extended one elegant wing.
"Perhaps," it said coolly, "if you all stopped rioting and worked TOGETHER, you'd realize the gift was inside the most brilliant decoration all along."
Everyone looked at the swan.
"...Are you calling yourself the most brilliant?" asked the cherry.
"I mean," the swan gestured to its gleaming gold surface, "have you SEEN me?"

THE END ✨🍒🦢
The gift was eventually retrieved. The swan never let them forget who saved New Year's Day. The carpet on the wall extended its Bahamas vacation indefinitely.

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Day 2: “Fruit and Gold New Year’s Riot”

Morning came with glitter still falling from our hair like evil snow, but the living room had leveled up from disco to full-blown ornament uprising. The fruit baubles were in an all-out brawl—the cherry insisting it was the cutest vitamin, the watermelon claiming superiority through sheer size—rolling across the floor and leaving fake juice stains. The golden swan was rehearsing dramatic pa-de-de along the mantel, knocking over everything in its path. The horseshoe and yin-yang were locked in a heated debate about whether luck or balance was the true MVP of the year, while the tiny seahorse had turned the rain garland into a waterslide and was zooming down the Christmas tree yelling “Wheeee!” in a voice only dogs could hear.

We marched back in ready for battle: Julie with her label maker, Laura with emergency cookies, Lala with portable speakers, John with his pilot calm (“I’ve handled worse turbulence”), and me, Tara, already doing warm-up lunges in case I needed to dive-tackle a runaway swan. Julie brokered a fruit ceasefire by declaring them “co-vitamin royalty,” which somehow turned their fight into an enthusiastic conga line. Laura fed the swan crumbs until it agreed to a graceful group waltz. Lala settled the horseshoe-yin-yang argument by linking them together into a spinning “luck-balance hybrid,” and John gently airlifted the seahorse back to safety. I sprinted interception routes, catching falling ornaments mid-air like a very festive wide receiver.

The big rumor was that the House’s ultimate New Year’s gift was hidden “very brilliantly” among the golden rioters. After we inevitably joined the chaos—full guild dance party with fruits clacking percussion, swan leading the choreography, and seahorse dropping surprise glitter bombs—the golden swan finally fessed up. It had tucked the main gift inside its hollow wing for “maximum theatrical timing.” We opened it together: a stunning indoor fireworks lantern that projects safe, sparkling displays across the ceiling. As the decorations finally tuckered out and settled back into place, we popped sparkling cider, danced one last ridiculous number (with me hoisting Lala for an epic lift), and toasted the wildest pre-New-Year ever.

And now, guild—Julie, Laura, Lala, John, Tara, and all our wonderful forum friends watching this chaos from afar—here’s our official New Year’s wish: May 2026 bring you as much uncontrollable laughter as a room full of rebellious jewelry and fruit, as much sparkle as an aquamarine disco gone rogue, and as many ridiculous, perfect moments with your favorite people as we just had chasing golden swans.

May your troubles slide away faster than a seahorse on tinsel, your luck and balance spin in glorious harmony, and every surprise gift (big or small) find you exactly when you need it most.

Happy New Year, you beautiful weirdos—we can’t wait to misbehave with you again in 2026! ✨🎉🥂

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Guild: Double D’s

Guild Double D's

  Day 2: “Fruit and Gold New Year's Riot”

I showed up the next morning with emergency cookies and hangover coffee (glitter hangovers are real, people), only to find the room had gone from disco to absolute ornament anarchy. The cherry and watermelon baubles were wrestling over who was the better vitamin, the golden swan was knocking over candles with its dramatic ballet moves, the horseshoe and yin-yang were having a loud philosophical debate, and the tiny seahorse was using the rain garland as a slide—complete with tiny squeals of joy. My beautiful snack table from last night? Total casualty zone.

Tara was lunging around saving falling ornaments, Julie was negotiating fruit truces, Lala turned the debate into a spinning luck-balance hybrid (genius), and John was playing gentle air-traffic control with the seahorse. I went straight for the swan with a handful of crumbs—works every time—and soon it was leading us in the most ridiculous group Waltz ever, fruits clacking along as percussion. After the most chaotic, wonderful dance party of my life, the swan finally revealed it had hidden the House's big gift (a gorgeous indoor fireworks lantern) inside its wing for dramatic effect. We opened it together, popped sparkling cider, and toasted while glitter rained down like the world's messiest snow globe.

Guild—Julie, Lala, John, Tara, and all you fabulous forum friends—my official Snack Queen New Year's wish for you: May 2026 be stuffed with as much laughter as this living room gone wild, as sweet as my emergency cookies, and as sparkly as jewelry that refuses to stay put. May your year be full of friends who dance through the chaos with you, and may every surprise (even the glittery ones) leave you smiling. Happy New Year, my loves—let's eat, laugh, and sparkle our way into 2026! ✨🎉🥂

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