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Who: Network folks who are in Locke for Xmas
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?

[ Ah yes, come one, come all! As per the plotting, let's just say Ryan put out a message that went something like this:

Hey everyone! I was wondering how many of us are stuck here in Locke for the holidays. I'm used to parties and celebrating with friends, so I figured, why not do that anyway! It'll be a Network-only thing, so don't be shy. And if you wanna help, just let me know!

And thus your character finds themselves here, a part of christmas cheer and echoes, surrounded by free food and tinsel and even Mistletoe... The Christmas party! And by Christmas I mean Santa and reindeer and all that lame stuff. ]

[ Feel free to start your own top-level comments I mean seriously, if you need an excuse for dumb shenanigans this is it. ]

Comments

[not_good_not_wicked]

[Flying is fun enough to make Marisa agree to help with decorating. She's going around the room the other way with Christmas lights, On a collision course!]

[drama8om8]

[ WOW, MARISA. RUDE. Luckily, Octavia is able to avoid a head-on collision! Suck it.

Less luckily she turns around in midair, raises both middle fingers, and promptly gets horribly tangled in the Christmas lights trailing behind.

CUE SCREAMING. ]

[not_good_not_wicked]

[Marisa scooted to the side in surprise, also narrowly avoiding a collision.]

Jeez, watch i-

[crash bang scream]

Aah! Tavia!

[drama8om8]

[ After a brief snarling fight with the lights, Tavia is free!

Ish. There are currently three baubles, a broken LED light and a sprig of holly stuck in her hair. She hasn't noticed, though, since she's too busy hovering in front of Marisa in a fit of hissy pointy-fingered rage. ]

Watch where you're going! That was absolutely totally entirely your fault. If I weren't a fugitive I could have you arrested! For not taking due care and attention when in control of a vehicle.

[ Brooms are vehicles now. ]

[not_good_not_wicked]

Oh my god Tavia chill the fuck out. You weren't watching where you were going any more than I was!

[drama8om8]

Was too! I had all eight eyes on my route. Plus I was multitasking! Baubles and tinsel and glittertrails. All very important festive jobs!

[not_good_not_wicked]

Well, now you're okay. So no harm done, right?

[drama8om8]

Only because of my incredible dodging skills! You could have killed me. And dying is really super unpleasant.

 

Or so I hear.

[not_good_not_wicked]

We're only like eight feet above the ground. I have no idea what would have killed you.

Also, uh... you got some bits in your hair.

[drama8om8]

I could have fallen, still clutching the baubles. Some of them are made of glass, and if I had fallen on them they could have smashed and shards of glass could have sliced into me and then I would have bled out slowly through multiple wounds. Duh.

[ Not that she spends a lot of time thinking about this lately or anything ]

But. Right! I will just. Go and. Bathroom. Hair.

[not_good_not_wicked]

There's, like, twenty people here with a hero complex. No one would have let you bleed to death. Quit being so morbid.

[While she's gone, Marisa goes back to hanging lights.]