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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

[vaimo]

That's loads! And you all remember the same things? [It makes her wonder and she looks back over to where Siiri is, thinking.]

Have you remembered a lot?

[dirtdevil]

No and no. There's some overlap, but in my case it's only enough to confirm we were in the same situation. Most of them know a hell of a lot more than I do.

[vaimo]

Have they been remembering things for a lot longer, or just had more memories than you?

[dirtdevil]

Both. It's only been a few months since this started for me, and most of what I know is from someone else telling me rather than echoing it back. Not sure why these kids get so many more echoes than I do.

[ Spoilers: it's because he doesn't get out much. What a loser. ]

[vaimo]

I've only had one myself. And this thing, whatever it is. [She flicks the christmas themed cape she has on, smiling.] Although it's cute!

I think maybe talking about things amongst themselves might have triggered things for them? I accidentally did that for my friend. Maybe if you spend more time with them you'll find yourself remembering more!

[dirtdevil]

I don't know. I think I've been spending too much time with them. Most of them are like fifteen years old. One of them thinks I'm his dad.

[ He's conveniently leaving out that he was the one who planted that seed. Meaning the idea in Connie's abnormally small brain, not... well, never mind. ]

[vaimo]

Wait, now or in your echoes?

...You're not, are you? [Because one would be easier to trick someone into thinking than the other, but there's also the possibility that it's true. Especially if they are all younger!]

Doesn't it make you wonder why everyone else is younger?

[dirtdevil]

Of course not. God, I'm not that old.

[ It's possible he may be just a little indignant that Connie thought he was forty. ]

But they're not all younger. There are a few closer to my age.

[vaimo]

I didn't think so! I mean, you don't look that old, but you can never really tell, can you?

[She's not sure what age she'd guess at for him, what with the conflicting comparision of his height (although Åsa's shorter than him) and his face which is...

Well.]

[dirtdevil]

Some people sure as hell can't.

[ Excuse you, ma'am, this is the face of an angel. ]

[vaimo]

[It's okay, her friend is the reincarnation of someone who canonly makes people faint with his face.

She can deal with faces. Just can't guess ages from them.]

Get ID'd a lot? [There's sympathy in her voice.] I forgot that the drinking age was so high when I first got here. I only just stopped getting ID'd at home and now I have to remember to carry my ID around all the time again! [Because she sure as hell isn't going without her vodka.}