Santa Claus is coming to town

[afallenstar]

Who: Secret Santa participants, but also EVERYONE!
Where: Town Hall
When: Evening of day 24
What: Present giving! The Secret Santa reveal, and anyone who wants to have a christmas party is welcome to join too!
Notess: Party style thread guys, so go nuts. No order, everything is chaos, tag to your hearts content, feel free to break off into separate threads, and no spiking the punch! Also I think she's sort of mentioned it to a bunch of people but want to do me some lovely favours and handwave the actual name drawing? I will backtag if people want but it seems a little pointless to thread that out.


There's another message on the network that morning from Anna, just audio again. It's about as garbled as her first one regarding the Secret Santa idea, but for anyone who is listening closely enough they'll make out a few details. Namely this evening, town hall, and bring your presents before she shuts it off.

She's spent the rest of the day trying to do what she can to make the place look nicer. She's hardly got Christmas decorations on tap, but she's done what she can with what she has all the same. There's paper snow flakes up around the place, some of the food from her house placed in bowls to make it more party-appropriate, and it's no fir but she has relocated a small tree from the edge of the woods and placed it in the hall. Barely decorated, not even the right kind of tree, it's the best she can do with the resources she's been given.

Now all there is to do is wait for people to come.

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Have a Kobra Kristmas!

[goodluckkobra]

Present delivered anonymously earlier, Kobra's just ready for a party. He's found a bottle of champagne in the new house he'd moved into with Ghoul and Party and he brought that, even though he doesn't want anything to drink, himself.

He's grinning around at everyone. Christmas always reminds him of his family. It's a little sad, but he's glad to see that everyone can manage to come together like this and find a little happiness together.

[preytosociety]

Lydia approaches Kobra mostly out of habit. She's seen less of him since he moved out of the house, but honestly she really hasn't minded. Well, she did at first. Really did. Actually, she only stopped minding a little while ago. Around the time the snow started to fall and she opened that box with the hideous scarf inside. Stiles was still there. Daneel, too, but ... Stiles.

Speaking of the buzz-cut-wearing little freak, where the hell is he? She nudges Kobra with her elbow as she scans the room. "Have you seen Stiles anywhere? I thought he'd be here."

[goodluckkobra]

"I don't know." He laughs, slinging an arm around her shoulders and pressing up against her side. "Maybe he saw a vagina and needed to hide."

His smile gets just a little softer around the edges and he bends to kiss her hair. "Merry Christmas, Lyds."

[preytosociety]

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" She chides him but her arm slips around his waist. It's almost reflexive. Like muscle memory. Her body fits easily against his, but her mind is most definitely elsewhere.

When she replies, she sounds distracted. "Merry Christmas." She sighs softly, almost disappointed as she continues looking for Stiles.

[goodluckkobra]

"That he's afraid of vaginas. He can't even say the word." He thinks he made that pretty clear.

He holds her tight, relaxing a little. It's nice to spend the stupid holiday with friends, at least. He kind of misses living with her, too, even if he can still see her house from his window. It's been cold and snowy and he just wants to curl up in bed with someone warm who he likes being around.

[preytosociety]

"Why the hell were you two even discussin-- no. You know what? I don't even want to know." Yes she does. "Maybe you should just stay away from him."

Because Stiles is her... friend. A friend from home! A friend that now lives with her and Kobra is gone and she has Stiles. She really likes Stiles. She loves Stiles. Stiles is amazing.

Somewhere deep down this feels a little off. She's supposed to feel these things about someone else... but all she can think of is Stiles! "Maybe he went back home. I should go check. Should I call him? Maybe I should call him first."

[goodluckkobra]

"I'm sure the kid is fine, Lyds." And he is a kid. Kobra gets that Lyds and Stiles are the same age. He does, but Lyds isn't a kid. She's a fucking lady and damn smart and pretty one at that. Stiles is cool, but Kobra kind of sees all this gangly kid stuff that he went through like ten years ago and it's weird. He can totally be Kobra's bro, though, because any friend of Lyds' is a friend of Kobra's.

"We were talkin' about sex. Actually, I was going to let him see me naked, but then he went all..." He just trails off. It was on the public network.

[preytosociety]

WHAT. She slowly turns around, pulling her arm away, to stand in front of him. This is Lydia trying to look intimidating while looking up at the blonde. She realizes she needs a bit more leverage to really give off the scary!Lydia effect, so she grabs him by the shirt and pulls him closer.

"If anyone is going to talk to Stiles about sex, it's going to be me. Got it?"

... This is incredibly un-lydia-like. But she seems completely serious.

[goodluckkobra]

Okay. He swallows, nodding deliberately. Holy crap is she scary. It kind of turns him on a little, actually.

"Wow, uh, seriously, Lyds?" Is he hearing this correctly? Because he doesn't think he is, but then maybe he is. He's stupid sometimes, yeah, but... Stiles?

He's not jealous. They're not like a thing or whatever. They're just friends who have sex and, yeah, he hasn't actually had sex with anyone else, but that's not, like, a real thing, either. It's just that the occasion hasn't come up and sex with her is fun, so why rock the boat?

[preytosociety]

"Yes. Seriously. Just stay away from him." Her poor, beautiful Stiles being accosted by this total threat. Kobra is now the competition. Lydia crushes the competition.

She releases his shirt, and smooths out the part she wrinkled with a confused, distant look on her face. Her head feels fuzzy for a second as she steps away from Kobra.

"He's mine."

[goodluckkobra]

"I... wow, sorry. I didn't realize." He looks away. "I hope you guys'll be real happy, Lyds." There's a sinking feeling in his chest. Motherfuck.

"I think... I think I should go say hi to... people."

/sobs into hands

[preytosociety]

Real happy. She was happy a while ago! What changed?

Lydia doesn't want him to go. She doesn't-- Nope, gotta find Stiles. "Yeah. You should." Go say hi to people. People that aren't Stiles. That's her job. No one is good enough for him but her.

She gives Kobra another confused look before turning away and leaving him standing there.

[goodluckkobra]

It's like a punch to the gut, but outwardly, he manages to recover quickly enough.

Fuck, what did he even do?

[gleans]

Galen has been trying his hardest to avoid Those Guys. Really. But the town hall is only so big, and there are only so many people, and Kobra is standing right next to the drinks, god dammit. He can only deal with being thirsty for so long until he decides to just deal with it and approach the dude who socked his face.

"Hey," he says as un-awkwardly as possible, glancing up at Kobra and tugging a plastic cup loose from the sleeve. "Merry... uh, Pseudomas."

[goodluckkobra]

"Oh, hey." Kobra smiles, but it's only half-there. "Sorry I punched you. I thought you were my brother." Because punching brothers is totally cool. "I guess you just stole his face, though. Didn't anyone ever tell you not to steal shit?"

[gleans]

A humourless laugh. "I could ask you the same question. I guess we're even, huh." He pours himself some water, chews at his lip.

"You, uh, punch your brother often?"

[goodluckkobra]

"Only when he deserves it." So, yes, often. Punching brothers is a time-honored tradition, anyway.

"And I never had anyone to teach me those lessons. I was raised by fuckin' wolves, you insensitive fuckhole." He laughs.

[gleans]

Galen's laugh is kind of anemic. He's this close to concluding that all three of these dudes are just totally crazy.

"Oh. Huh. My bad," he says. "I guess I'll just head back over... there."

[goodluckkobra]

"Wait. Hold on. I should, like... give you a cigarette or somethin' to make up for it, right? It's not your fault that you're a clone. You're still a human being or whatever." He's going to kill the motherfuckers who cloned his brother, though.

Who the fuck clones someone's brother? That shit is fucked up! Why would they want two of him, anyway? He loves Party, but one is fuckin' enough.

[gleans]

Definitely not one for sensitivity, he decides. Galen smiles tightly, but takes a step back anyway, raising his free hand a little. "It's fine, dude, seriously. Don't worry about it."

Then, raised hand giving a casual little salute, he turns on his heel and starts making a beeline for... well, anyone else.