In the heart of Origin Cave, in an open, flat space near the river, was a peculiar sight. A tree - a fir, to be exact - stood tall in a spot where trees generally didn't grow. There was a tight collection of rocks holding it up in the absence of good solid soil in this area. Around the rim of this area were a number of glowing crystals like tiny lights, as well as some of the bio-luminescent fungus seemingly collected from the nearby walls, giving this nice space a good amount of lighting.

A dark but glittering shape was sitting back on his haunches in front of a collection of stone and wooden bowls holding a small cloth bag in his front paws. He hummed merrily to himself as he shook the bag over one of the bowls, popcorn raining from the interior in rather impossible amounts, slowly filling the bowl until it was full, despite it being many times the size of the bag itself.

He pulled back the bag and turned to the next bowl, pausing to think for a moment with his eyes closed until a delighted shiver went up his back and he turned it over once again. This time, little bits of chocolate came raining out into the next bowl. And here one would see many of the other bowls filled by the power of the bag - jerky and berries and caramels and chips all filled the bowls around Arcturus. All his favorite foods, to share with everyone else!

Once he was done, he set the many bowls around the flat area and retied the Trail Mix back and tucked it back into his gaseous mane. The party was all set up now! The lights glimmered and the tree stood tall and Arcturus leaped onto a nearby boulder, flaring his wings to give him some height, and stood on the top. A deep breath in and with a grunt of effort, the lights within his mane flashed as bright as they would go. Granted, it wasn't exactly blinding, but it might be visible from any areas of the cave.

Also helping the attendance of the party was the word spread and the little signs he'd painted on the walls, simply saying PARTY! and pointing in the direction of Polaris. Hopefully, that would be enough - what, after all, was a party without some friends!

Come one, come all, to this merry little gathering! All low stakes, low effort, and a merry good time for the the coming holidays and the end of the year!

Arcturus has been spreading the word and painting directions all over the caves to come to Polaris on this day and time. Everyone is invited, but asked to stay peaceful and cheerful!

"Fuck yeah, party!" Imp had muttered, wholly under his breath, to no one but himself.

Then he'd gone about preparing. That wasn't to say he'd done much. He'd actually stolen a bucket full of corn dogs from the theater--which they'd have just given him, if he'd bothered to ask, but he couldn't risk that. Pfft.

He wished, as he now so often did, that he had his goofy human form back. Sure, it didn't have the wicked bird-of-prey talons or tons of eyes or even wings, but he could have held shit with a little less effort than this took. As it was, he had to often stop, adjusting the bucket awkwardly in one foot, shuffling along the rock instead of flying. Eventually, the hybrid just gave up, and punched claws through the cardboard bucket's lip and flown away with it. If any corn dogs fell out en route, well, tough shit.

It took him awhile to find the actual party, such as it was. Polaris was where the signs led him, but there wasn't a big group by the time Imp arrived: just a single cat standing tall on a boulder (that IS a cat, right?) and a tree, and lights, and-

The flapping Imp veered from his intended greeting of what was probably his host straight for the bowls. "SNACKS!" he brayed, scarf flapping from his neck, beret nearly falling from his head as he slammed down.

A second later he was nose-deep in jerky, sniffing eagerly--and almost in afterthought he looked back, blinking, to the... gaseous, glowing, winged cat-thing. "HEY. I brought corn dogs. This the party!?" he asked, cheerfully, overly loud.