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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. ]

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[waltharius]

[ There are crumbs being sprayed at him. Wonderful.

But he can't bring himself to be that irritated at her. No scrunchyfaces today! ]

Merry Criffmiffs to you too, Tavia. Is that sandwich any good?

[drama8om8]

Sandwiches are always better when you take them off somebody else, duh. Does your weenieness seriously extend to you never having eaten a stolen sandwich?

[ Wow. THE MOST SORROWFUL HEADSHAKE. This will not do. So Tavia's going to help rectify it! And the first step is by attempting to take Walter's entire plate off him.

Um. ]

Gimme this, and then you can steal a sandwich back. It'll taste better! Trust me.

[waltharius]

[ PLATE'S GETTING LIFTED UP ABOVE HIS HEAD. Access denied, Octavia. ]

Sorry, but you can't trick me. The fruits of your own labor taste the sweetest.

[drama8om8]

[ Walter is the lucky recipient of one of the most perfect "r u fukken kiddin me" faces known to mankind.

Tavia stares.

And stares.

 

And then flaps her wings very slowly and deliberately, rising just high enough to gank another sandwich. WALTER, PLS. PLS. ]

Wrong!

[waltharius]

[ There was no way that wasn't going to happen, but he still looks disappointed. ]

That's cheating, you know.

[ Before she takes a bite he tries to grab it back, which doesn't end quite as well as he'd hoped. He does manage to rip the sandwich in half and claim the larger piece, which he quickly reclaims by taking his own bite. Not his most gentlemanly moment ever, but he's recovered some of his pride. Sort of. ]

[drama8om8]

Of course it's cheating! I'm a pirate with actual magical cheating powers. Duh.

[ Don't mind her stuffing that almost-half-a-sandwich straight in her mouth. Like a lady. While eyeing the plate once more. GONNA PURLOIN THAT FOOD, YO. ]

[waltharius]

[ HE KNOWS THAT LOOK. The plate is getting clutched protectively as he scoops up a spoonful of mashed potatoes. He brandishes his new 'weapon' and holds the plastic spoon back, readying it like a miniature food catapult. ]

Stay back. I don't want to do this, but I will if I have to.

[ WILL HE OR WON'T HE? He's trying to keep a serious/intimidating face but it's hard to pull that off. ]

[drama8om8]

Wow! Threatening a lady? A poor, unarmed defenseless girl? Wow, Wally. You got all hardcore on me. What would your parents think?

[ The emotional manipulation might be more effective if she wasn't staring at the plate of food while talking. And edging slightly closer. ]

[waltharius]

...oh, well... when you put it that way...

[ He looks a little guilty, as one would expect of the king of the weenies, but as soon as Octavia's fingers get within grabbing distance of his plate, he strikes.

POTATOES TO THE FACE!!! ]

[drama8om8]

OHHHHHHHH.

[ Her glasses bear the brunt of most of it. Which is good, since if he'd smudged her eye makeup she might literally have committed murder.

She kind of still looks like she's considering it. ]

Now you fucked up. Now you fucked up! Now you fucked up. You have fucked up now. Now you fucked up! Now you fucked up. Now you fucked up. Now you fucked up! Now you fucked up. NOW YOU HAVE FUCKED UP.

[ Yeah she just. Punches the bottom of the plate. In the hopes that it'll spill all over Walter. 8888I ]

[waltharius]

[ He feels a deep pit of dread forming in his stomach. But she wouldn't hurt him over something so trivial, would she?

Would... she? ]

I'm sorr-

[ The last syllable is an extended EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE as she punches the plate. This doesn't have the intended effect, as Walter has a surprisingly strong grip for such a noodly-armed fellow, but she does manage to punch the contents into the air, spraying them both when they inevitably descend.

And when that happens, it's hard not to laugh. Even though there's potatoes and cranberry sauce in his hair. ]

[drama8om8]

[ Welp. That was undignified. Octavia's hair is mostly unscathed, at least, except for the fact that there are two sandwiches sticking out of it like delicious antennae. Or troll horns. ]

Hah. And now you have learned not to mess with m--

[ She breaks off as she goes for the sassy hairflip, which... dislodges a sandwich. Which falls right into her hand. ]

Oh.

[ Yeah she's gonna eat that SHE HAS NO SHAME ]

[waltharius]

[ He flips his hair too, although it's less sass and more 'please get out of my lovely locks, various foodstuffs'. The headband is getting removed and reused as a scrunchie.

And then he notices that Octavia is eating thOH GOD NO STOP -- ]

Ew, don't eat that! There's more food on the table! Food that hasn't been in your hair.

[drama8om8]

You calling my hair dirty, Wally?

[ Munch munch ]

Because it's not. I might have a fuckton of it but I am very thorough in my grooming regime and it is absolutely clean enough to eat off of!