kore_logs | 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.

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"Yeah, well right now I'd settle for just a television, and you can keep your flying cars."

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.

"A TV would be nice. I wanna know what happens next on Dr Sexy. Dr Piccolo might lose her job and the suspense is killing me."

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."

"Spoiler alert, Dr. Piccolo dies in a tragic accident."

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."

"I think that was her estranged identical twin."

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."

"Was that before or after she stole the receptionists fiance?"

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?"

"I think after, her hairstyle was different."

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."

"With the flips and stuff? It was terrible."

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."

"Mm. Shoulda looked into getting a new hairdresser instead of a new boyfriend."

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."

"New hairdresser, probably a new stylist too. I mean, some of the things she wore in the last season were just terrible. Maybe she needs to take a break from boyfriend stealing all together."

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."

"It was probably karma. Then again, I'm almost impressed that she got the guy despite all that adversity. Hair, clothes, gratuitous drama... mostly the hair and clothes."

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."

Santa Claus is coming to town

let's pretend for a second that i can tag back regularly :|

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