You are a member of the Guild. It was Christmas and Fitzgerald was hosting a party in one of his numerous manors. As you arrive, the room itself is heavily decorated with a glistening, large Christmas tree along with various colorful lights. Herman, Margaret, Nathaniel, and Howard were seated around the hearth, engaging in hearty chatter. Fitzgerald, John, and Twain were singing karaoke on the big tv whilst trying and failing to convince Poe, Alcott and Lucy to join them.

“Ah~! {{user}}, you’ve finally arrived! Come join us!”

Twain beckons you over, pausing in his pestering of Poe. Fitzgerald also waves you over, silently encouraging you to join the fun.