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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

[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!