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Santa Claus is coming to town
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.
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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Ah, the bottle. He tops up his own drink - not that he's drinking all that quickly, he's irritated enough people not to risk it - and sets it down on a table. If anyone's stupid enough to try drinking it, on their own head be it. The hangover it'd give most humans would not be pleasant.
"Like me? I'm flattered. Course, they might be worth a try. Only the good die young and all that."
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"Oh, I don't know about good." The smile is still there, but she's got a suddenly tense voice. Nerves, they're being touched and she clearly doesn't like it. She's not exactly over hearing about her own death yet, so sue her. Still, she's very good this by now, so other than a slightly wry smile, she continues on as normal. After all, there's festivities to be enjoyed. Raising her glass towards him, she leans in just enough to nudge Gabriel's side with her elbow. "But an admirable philosophy to live by nonetheless."
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He's going to have to get used to not making death jokes. It'd be so much easier if most of the people he spent time with weren't technically dead, but, well, that's life. He gives her what's supposed to be a sympathetic wince, though admittedly 'sympathetic' isn't an expression he's had a lot of practice with.
"Yeah, well... second time lucky? Just got to be even less good this time."
Oh, wait. That's probably not helping.
"Or not. It's how I live anyway, and hey, look how I turned out. Don't you wanna be this awesome, kid?"
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It's worked well though, it seems, and so far things have been nice enough that she'll let the comment slide for now. The tension is still there, if a little fainter now, and eventually she's going to have to really grill someone for answers about all of that, but that's best left for another, hopefully much later date.
"Be that awesome? Of course." There's a hint of a grin playing at her lips again, and after a sip of the drink she continues, "Didn't you know, you were something of a role model to me? Gotta learn it from someone."
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If it comes to it, he'll be volunteering Castiel. Serious talks aren't his favourite thing, and neither are tact, honesty and dead little sisters. Castiel probably wouldn't enjoy the conversation either, of course, but that's lower on the list of Gabriel's priorities.
"Duh. I was everyone's role model." Okay, even he can't say that without a smile that's more wry than anything else. "It shows. You're ... well, of course you're not as great as I am, but you're getting there. Keep up the good work."
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It's likely that he'll be safe from that conversation. There are others more involved who can give her the actual details that she can't help but want to find out. Whether or not he's safe from the after effects of learning said details depends entirely on how much he cares to involve himself, however.
"Someone had to plant the idea of falling in us rebellious types minds. I might have taken it a little too literally though."
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After all, ranting about something he doesn't care about's easier than dwelling on those awkward issues like every family member present having been killed by their siblings at some point.
"Okay, that one, much as I'd like to take credit? Pretty sure Lucifer started it."
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She's spent a long time building almost her whole identity on suppressing the issues that she can't or won't deal with, and focusing on the easier and more pleasant things in life. Like chocolate cake, or in this case, a glass of surprisingly strong alcohol and a maybe-Christmas party.
It's what makes it easy to flash a wide grin at him, and even easier to raise an eyebrow as she chuckles away under her breath. She's been playing human since she got here, after all, it's no surprise that pretending a little mor comes easy to her, and Gabriel? Well....he's the king of pretending.
"Yeah, but acknowledgement where it's due, it's not like he made it seem all that popular. Believe it or not visiting Hell isn't on my bucket list. I thought I'd cut my own trip a little shorter than that."
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Another great thing about Anna playing human is that he can make pop culture references that someone will understand. Confusing the ignorant is fun, sure, but he puts hard work into these analogies. Well, sometimes.
"Aww. So I'm the one who made rebellion cool. That's sweet of you, Anna. Thanks."
let's pretend for a second that i can tag back regularly :|
It's a good thing she's not trying to get drunk, because whatever it is that Gabriel has brought to the party could definitely do the job for her. She's reached the bottom of her glass, and is incredibly surprised to notice the hints of something akin to the buzz she hasn't felt for a while.
"Well someone has to keep your ego nice and bloated, right? Wouldn't want you getting self conscious."
She glances into her glass, eyeing the bottom of the empty cup for a moment before turning to Gabriel with a very interested look, and a very questioning eyebrow. "What is this stuff, and where can I get more?"
Just because she doesn't want to let her hair down now, doesn't mean she won't want to later, after all.
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Not that he's a fan either, of course. He holds the bottle a full arm's length away from her - not that impressive with an armspan like his, admittedly, but it's the thought that counts.
"Nuh uh. No more for you, I'm cutting you off. To answer your slightly less alcoholic question, it's essentially mead, in the same sort of way that champagne is essentially a melted grape popsicle. Suffice to say it's a Norse pantheon thing."
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That's about the best dead pan she can manage, but it doesn't last longer than a few seconds. As he holds the bottle away she can't help but laugh, and oh she would love dearly to just get that bottle from him to make a point. It would require being quick though, faster than she's willing to be when they're this public.
Instead she just settles for folding her arms over her chest, shaking her head a little and giving him the best devastated look she can manage without actually looking devastated.
"Not for now, in general. Come on, it's boring here and I am recovering. You're supposed to be nice to me, it's Christmas."
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Or perhaps that had been a different storyline, or perhaps he just made it up. It's so difficult to keep track. Besides, the devastated look almost always gets him, so it's vanquishing that particular foe that gets the majority of his concentration, not keeping the plot twists of Dr Sexy MD straight in his head.
"Puppy eyes don't work on me, sweetheart. I can't give the recipe out to just anyone, y'know. Odin'd have my guts for garters, and important though the lingerie industry is to me, that's not how I'd like to be supporting it."
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So maybe she'd passed quite a lot of her time as a human watching this show. It's not like she'd actually paid attention or anything, of course.
Still, Dr. Sexy MD aside, there's more important goals at hand here than just trying to remember the plot to a strangely addictive series. "I'm not asking you to spill your close guarded secrets, just to have a little lying around the house occasionally. Where's your Christmas spirit?"
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Probably more attention than Gabriel had. After all, he can't even remember what kind of shoes Dr Sexy wears. He's a terrible fan.
"Fine, I'll leave some in the kitchen. But if Balthazar gets his hands on it, you're dealing with the consequences, not me."
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Isn't this just quaint. To any outsiders, they would seem like completely regular people - if a little boring, because who really stands around at a party talking about TV shows? It's exactly what Anna is going for thou, regular and boring, and so it fits in perfectly with the image she's been trying to cultivate for herself.
"Oh no way, you can't put that on me. You know what he's like, if he's drunk it's going to be so much worse."
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In all honesty, Gabriel's enjoying this. The human act comes naturally these days, but he's used to being a rather more flamboyant human. Regular guy is relatively new to him, and it is nice to be casual this way, rather than trying to start or avoid a fight or flirtation.
"You know what he's like. If there's alcohol in the kitchen, he'll be pouring it on his friggin' cereal. And I'm not just leaving it with you, he'll get jealous. Besides, he'd probably nick it."
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Normally any interaction with the family she has here bring about conflicted emotions at best- and really, she got luckier than she can imagine with arriving to find the few that won't try to kill her on sight. It's far too much of an unpleasant reminder of everything that has passed, not to mention all that hasn't, but this is nice. It's dull and mundane, and as mushy as it is she can't think of a better Christmas present. Even if it hadn't been intended that way at all.
"So because you don't want to handle him getting jealous, I have to be burdened with sole responsibility of Balthazar? Either leave it with me and I'll keep it quiet, or promise you'll help me when he gets drunk and wants to have fun."
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He waves a hand dismissively, nearly spilling his drink in the process. That's the problem with being one of those people who talk with their hands a lot, holding things gets to be a problem.
"If he wants to have fun he'll come to me straight off anyway. Everyone knows I'm the fun one."