sweetdevil | 77th ♫ | the door decorated with silver ribbons swung open

[Three years in and Zerinda feels like she might finally have a hang of these new winter holidays. When she was growing up her family had occasionally celebrated the winter solstice even though the solstices weren't exactly a fixture in traditional Dwarven culture. There's not much reason to mark the change of the seasons when a large swath of your society lives underground and venturing to the surface is a means of banishment. But those winter nights with all seven of her parents were always special to Zerinda. Now it's a comfort to feel like she understands the similarities between the simple traditions she knows and those of her friends.

As such, Zaza is here to party in the loudest dress she could on her last visit to Forks. She's brought a whole stack of homemade presents for her Escape From Under The Sea comrades that she's crafted over the course of this year along with a literal cauldron of hot stew she somehow managed to bring with her. If asked what's in it, she's happy to announce:]

Druffalo! The skeletons got it when it wandered too deep into the bog and I wasn't about to let it go to waste.

[What's that? There's some kind of naked rabbit in a little red and green sweater that has "PRINCESS" embroidered across the back wandering around? Don't worry about it. Zerinda has an eye on her probably.]

What on earth are you wearing, should be my first question, and second is what a druffalo is.

Isn't it fun? [Zerinda flashes Anna a bright grin and twirls, the dangling ornaments on her dress (several of which look like she made them herself and might just be small animal bones covered in glitter) clinking softly against each other.] The colors are so bright and its so soft- I couldn't resist!

Oh, druffalo are these big furry horned beasties. You mostly see wandering up in the hills or on farms. Their hides make fantastic leather. [Bison. They're fantasy bison.] I was surprised seeing one so far out in the bog, at first I thought it was some type of strange-looking bogfisher-

[Oh no, she's babbling again. Surely Anna doesn't want a breakdown of every bit of fauna in the Fallow Mire.] Their meat is perfect for stew. A little sweet and it practically melts in your mouth after it's cooked for a few hours.

I... see. Rustic as ever, though you probably wouldn't have it any other way. You made that dress yourself, didn't you?

[It's been a little under two months since the grand escape from the Aperture facility and Nina's transfer from the Freddie Mercury Correctional Institute to the SCP Foundation. In that time things have been...good. Surprisingly good. She's settled in with Barry, gotten to know some of the researchers, found a handful of holes in their firewalls within the first two weeks because she got bored. All in all, it's been a surprisingly smooth transition and now she's here, surrounded by strangers and familiar faces with one big thing in common.

Which is fine. She feels entirely normal about it and it is definitely not something she'll talk at length with Dr. Zolof about at her next session.

Oh, Earth holiday parties, Nina hardly knows ye...or how to act at ye for that matter. At least it's an excuse to drink champagne and dress up. She's brought some small gifts for people she knows (or at least suspects) will be here, a tray of (blessedly store bought) cookies and a tablet with a case covered in glittery stickers that she's idly tapping away at while she holds up the wall (for a personal project she doesn't need to be doing when at a party).

Still, Nina seems happy to look up from her work and chat with anyone who comes to bother her, particularly her fellow Total Drama Murder contestants. She might even have a gift ready depending on who you are.]

It’s the moooooost wonderful time of the year!

[Anna flings an arm around Nina’s shoulders, pulling her into a crushing hug. She’s dressed up for the event, in a simultaneously classy and cheesy red velvet suit jacket and dress pants tossed over a slinky black sequin tank top— and she’s wielding two giant mugs of ale. She thrusts one at Nina, as soon as Nina’s paying her any attention.]

Where’s Barry? I got somethin’ for him. Somethin’ only he can do. If I have Heart do it, it’ll be too sexy, and Brain’s gonna make kids cry—-

Anna- [The hug Nina expects from the moment Anna's singing hits her ears. She smiles, her somewhat tense posture relaxing as she briefly returns the crushing hug. The drink is more of a surprise and she almost fumbles her tablet when it's shoved at her.]

He's around here somewhere. He was here a little bit ago. [She takes a sip of the ale, glancing around for her boyfriend.] What exactly do you have in mind that requires him not making kids cry?

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They’ve done the most wonderful thing with holidays—- invented a jolly man named Nicholas, who gives toys and cheer to all the good children of the world, and coal to all the Henry’s of the world.

[Anna prattles this off like she’s had the pleasure of explaining this to others too—- she’s not quite spot on about the entire thing, but she’s got the general idea.]

I need Barry to be the Nicholas of this party.

[It takes Nina a few seconds of staring, her head slightly tilted in confusion before it clicks what Anna means. Her specific knowledge of Christmas is limited to (to her) ancient Earth media but certain characters tend to make big impacts on that specifically.]

You want him to be Barry Claus. [Which is kind of adorable, even if the only kids she can think of are teenagers.] Now the "Brain would make the kids cry" thing makes sense and yeah, that's a good call.

[Anna's new homeworld doesn't even have any of these holidays, but she's popping back in anyway with a stollen she worked very hard on bound for the food table and a scowl on her face for anyone who expects her to give them presents. She's in a black-and-gold dress reminiscent of her Scholar outfit, just fancied up for a party, and after dropping the pastry off at the food table, she'll head outside with a frown... and possibly be melting the snow around her.]

I do wonder why they felt the need to invite us all here. At least it's better than some places.

[She will go back inside, though, and hold up the wall watching people go by and rolling her eyes at them.]

Why half of these people show their faces here dressed like that, I really do not know.

[It’s been two months since leaving Aperture already–the first two months of Barry’s life without being imprisoned in an arcade cabinet or testing facility when he thinks about it, and the months he's felt the closest to being an actual person. Maybe the SCP Foundation is giving him a new purpose. He’s essentially an intern at the moment, sure, but it feels like he belongs even if that’s in large part because his father and Nina are there. The thought of being helpful to them there makes him more confident that he isn’t inherently evil.

No, he just is--remember, no one is actually inherently evil. Dr. Zolof has been trying to nudge him away from seeing things that way: “black and white thinking”, was it? They’d discussed that last time, and coping with anxiety over this specific holiday gathering.

Barry isn’t hard to spot around, looking a bit obvious as Nina’s plus one whenever he’s near her. His default mode is holding onto a glass of wine (may or may not be empty at some points but this is how he attempts to be normal) and giving his wallflower’s interpretation of whatever being sociable with strangers is with a slightly awkward half-smile.] Hey, uh…does anyone know whose idea this was?

[He’s significantly more relaxed when it comes to other Pac-Man Escapees and former Murder Island contestants, eager to catch up with friends and found family that have settled elsewhere.]

[For most of the party, Nina hasn't strayed too far from Barry's side. Wallflower-ing with him, especially knowing that they're both dealing with similar anxieties, feels more comfortable than forcing herself into talking to strangers unprompted. It's easy for her to feel at ease near him, even without a few glasses of wine to help.

At one point she excuses herself, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze and letting him know she'll be right back. She's gone about ten minutes before she's suddenly next to him again, one arm tucked behind her back like she's hiding something and a coy smile on her lips. She leans down to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a faint wine red lipstick mark.]

Keep an eye out for Anna. I think she's aiming to make you Barry Claus for the kids.

[He manages on his own for that bit of time, mainly via small talk and pretending his glass is more interesting than it is. The moment Barry does look up though, Nina's back and some tension in his shoulders noticeably relaxes. He'll play along and pretend he doesn't notice she's hiding something and smile when she kisses him.]

Hey, Nina. ...wait, Anna's looking to what? [His eyebrows quirk up with mild confusion. Well, it's not the worst thing anyone's asked him to do? But still.] Do...any of the kids even still believe in Santa?

[The majority of them are teenagers, after all. Dee and Snake are probably the closest to being that age, but he's not sure Snake fully got the Christmas explanation he tried to give him.

...plus he can very clearly see Dee ripping the beard off a mall Santa in his mind's eye.]

[She loops her free arm around his, comfortably leaning her weight against his side and her head on his shoulder.]

It's Anna. Do you think that would stop her? [Nina herself is still somewhat unclear on the "Santa lore" but she's osmosed enough to accept the general idea of putting on a fake beard and lying to children in the name of gift giving. Something tells her certain children (Dee and Snake specifically coming to mind) would be much more accepting if there was a guarantee they'd be getting weapons as gifts.]

Her...cousin? Is here. [She pretty sure he's Anna's cousin, with how they keep excitedly yelling "Cousin!" at each other.] That Richard guy with the crown and beard. He has small kids with him, they probably have some concept of Earth Middle Ages Santa.

But we can always hide you behind the tree for a little while if you don't want to. [As amusing as Barry Claus has the potential to be in her eyes, she wants him to have a nice time and not feel like he has to slap on a silly suit and fake beard.]

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...probably not? [He gives a mildly resigned laugh. Though he's not fully certain what Anna's idea of the Santa lore might be and if it differs from the standard 21st century earth perception of a magic old man leaving stuff at your house if you're good enough. Then again Barry knows about it is catching some Christmas specials on in the background during the season (He saw The Santa Clause on a plane once! He doesn't know if the whole kill and replace thing is a Tim Allen original or if that's just how Santas are made!).]

So that'd make her an aunt--or something. ...how old are these kids?

[If it were just Dee, Snake, and some teens he'd be turning it down in all likelihood, but the idea of little kids from the middle ages does soften it a bit. Significantly less terrifying than your average mall Santa (He also saw Elf on a plane once! Mall Santa seemed like a painful job in that movie!)]

I'd mostly just have to let them tell me what they want or--however it worked back then. Wasn't old Santa a saint or something?

[The entirety of Nina's 21st century Christmas knowledge can probably be summed up with "was it in some kind of ancient Christmas special she might have seen/was it offhandedly mentioned by a Champion? Maybe she knows it.". (Tell her anything about Earth Christmas traditions and she'll probably believe it. What even is a missile toad?)]

Stars, I can never tell with kids' ages. The little boy is...a little over two, I think? And the girl is maybe one? [Surprisingly, she's right even if the nuance between a two year old versus a two and a half year old are lost on her.]

Anna just called him "Nicholas" so your guess is as good as mine. My personal research said he was... [She pauses, humming in thought with a playful smile.] Either raised by faeries, an otherwise normal human wood carver, or possibly a Viking.

[She might figure out the mistletoe thing sooner or later: Barry is aware enough of the tradition and lame enough to potentially try.]

—Jesus, that’s…they’d be babies, wouldn’t they? Guess they wouldn’t fully remember later, but—I don’t know, it might be important anyway. [His eyebrows furrow in consideration. The Santa related dread aside, he’s a bit flattered Anna considers him good enough with kids for it.]

Wait, what was that last one? [Barry blinks with mild confusion.] I mean, good for him, I think…most Vikings don’t get a career change, right? Since they, uh…yeah, they died.

…do kids even care about Vikings?

[What a lame tradition that Nina would inevitably find embarrassingly delightful if he tries.]

Isn't it some kind of rite of passage for kids? Getting pictures with Santa you won't remember but your parents can show them off for years on end? That sounds important. [To Nina, Anna's reasoning (and a little bit her own personal bias) makes sense. Barry is pretty good with the teenagers, somehow less likely to scare the kids than Brain, he has some interest in trying it despite the apprehension. She's a little proud of him for even thinking about it this hard.

She gives his arm a gentle squeeze and chuckles.] The Viking thing wasn't exactly explained. It seemed like more of an excuse to have a sad but badass Santa who can beat up a bunch of mercenaries to save a family. It's a dumb, fun movie though- we should watch it sometime.

...if someone explained them to Dee, I feel like she'd like them. Vikings seem up her alley. [Speaking of, she has a promised blade-wielding roomba for that girl-] Oh, that reminds me- I have a present for you.

I guess…some do? Mostly just saw Santa stuff in movies instead of, uhh…actually doing it. I think I just wrote a letter back then?

[The post office was a lot closer than any malls where he lived as a kid.

Barry doesn’t think not having that formative experience is actually the root of what’s wrong with him, but hey, it probably matters in some way. He’s alright with the teens, Snake, and Dee, so normal infants are probably easier! Right…?]

—oh! Like Die Hard? [He perks up at the summary. He liked Die Hard even though he wasn’t sure why it counted as a Christmas movie, so this one sounds fun. (To be honest he’s willing to watch most movies Nina picks out even if he doesn’t fully get them.)

A mildly pained grimace flits across his face when Dee and Vikings come up.] I feel like she’d like them too much, maybe? There’s gotta be, uh…kid-friendly Vikings somewhere… [Or just never show her Vikings ever for everyone’s good.]

You do? Wow, uh… [He should not be surprised, but now he feels mildly awkward for whatever reason.] I have one for you—the rest of them are at home, they…wouldn’t travel as well… [Dragging an entire gamer chair across dimensions probably wouldn’t work out. Still, he should have printed a picture out maybe? Dammit.]

[Even just the act of writing letters to an imaginary man who'd bring you gifts you actually wanted would have been a marvel to Nina in her childhood, although the "naughty or nice" thing does leave a particular sour taste in her mouth in the here and now.

Her eyes light up.] Exactly! It's like if you crossed Die Hard with...oh, what's that other one? Not where the kid is alone in a city and meets the pigeon lady but the first one- Home Alone! [Nina likes watching movies with Barry, even when she can tell he doesn't get the same things from them she does. It used to be a solitary activity for her, in the dark of her apartment (or, more likely, her office) with a bottle of wine or something harder depending on her mood. Now she gets to comfortably sprawl on a couch with him, one hand in a bowl of popcorn and the other entwined with his.

Unsurprisingly, she's found she vastly prefers the latter.]

I'll make a mental note to avoid introducing her to Loki's brother if the chance ever comes up. [She's not positive if the two of them would actually count as vikings in the traditional sense but based on what she's heard better safe than "Dee wants to upgrade to a battle axe now".

Nina removes her hand from behind her back, handing him a square package wrapped in shiny silver paper and carefully tied off with a purple ribbon.] Yours just happened to travel extra well so I figured it'd be nice to do it here. [She smiles, wide and warm, and gives his arm another reassuring squeeze.] And I don't mind being surprised when we get home.

Oh, so it’s a home invasion movie? That’s—yeah, that’s why the kid was fucking up the guys in Home Alone. [Barry figures he’d have liked that movie as a kid. Kids like feeling capable, so maybe Home Alone is a power fantasy for imagining beating bad guys by yourself and ordering way too much pizza. Though in reality he had only seen the movie with Nina a few weeks ago as an adult. It was still pretty good though, given he’s kind of biased with the magic of actually being able to experience things like Christmas again.

It takes a moment for Barry to remember specifically who Loki’s brother is, but once an outline of a blonde man with a hammer starts appearing in his head, he nods at the suggestion of avoiding Dee meeting him.] Unless he’s, I don’t know—good at teaching trigger discipline? But for axes? [If they can’t stop Dee, at least putting her chaos in good hands might work.

Barry gives a tiny smile of relief when Nina says she doesn’t mind, grabbing a small box from the bag he’s kept nearby. The slightly tacky reindeer wrapping paper around it clearly wasn’t done by a professional, especially compared to Nina’s gift that he exchanges it with.] Ha, good, I’m just glad I remembered one…thanks. [He turns the box in his hand for a moment, almost feeling a bit bad about undoing the wrapping paper.]

Mmhm. A group of mercenaries hold a rich family hostage and only Santa is there to save the family and fuck everyone else up. [She chuckles.] Well, Santa and an 8 year old loose in an attic get the fuck them up. It's surprisingly heartwarming. [Much like Home Alone except with considerably more family dysfunction, violence and literal Christmas magic.]

Loki says he's much more responsible than he used to be but avoidance still sounds like our best case. [The family gossip and ridiculous stories Loki has fed her over the last few months is already thick to fill a book. Maybe when Dee is a little older and less likely to accidentally destroy a building.] Snake might like to spar with an actual god sometime though. Maybe that can be his Christmas present.

[She takes awkwardly wrapped box with care, turning it carefully in her hands with a soft expression and a small lump starts to form in her throat. It's a little silly, feeling a swell of emotion over getting a present, but the act of giving and receiving gifts is still has a few complicated feelings stirring up. She swallows and clears her throat, smiling warmly at Barry.] Thank you. Go ahead and tear away. It's what's inside that's important. [Not taking her own advice, Nina gingerly pulls at the tape to carefully unwrap her gift.

For Barry, once the wrapping paper is free from the top, the closed cardboard flaps fall open to reveal several items in the box. None of them are wrapped individually save for the stack of several video games - abut half of which are multiplayer- that are bound together with a thick red ribbon and tied with a bow.

Tucked in on one side of the game stack is a Christmas tree ornament. It's a flat and round slice of pale pine, hand-painted with a very simple sunset beach scene with a sky streaked with gradients of purple, orange and red.

On the opposite side is a small wall calendar. At a glance it looks fairly ordinary, the dates and months lining up with the coming year in their new home dimension, but the pictures on the upper half aren't the usual puppies in sweaters or movie posters you'd find if it had been picked up at a mall. They're photos of various locations with names like "The Vegas Quadrant", the familiar "Frizzle Plaza" and "Infinite Flags", "the Lena Horne Theatre" and then, a few pages later, a much more futuristic theater called the "Cosmic Curtain Company Theatre". There are twelve of them in total, one for each month, and all have small notes printed in Nina's hand with little fun facts about the locations.

The last gift is a plain, unsealed envelope that's been delicately placed on top of the video games. Written on the front, in Nina's looping cursive handwriting, are two sentences: Barry- We've seen enough tragedies. Let's switch genres. ♥]

...huh, no idea.

[Wallflowering, you say? Too bad, Calypso time. ~~wah.~~]

[But she ponders the oddity of their gathering for approximately one whole second before shrugging and taking a sip of eggnog.]

Oh well, must be one of those Christmas miracle things.

I guess they, uh. Do those. On Christmas.

[Miracles, he means. He doesn't know who this is, but social obligation is forcing him into awkward conversation.]

Don't remember you from last time I was at a...party for murder-game people?

Oh, is that what this is? Figured this was just one of Parker's things, they can get kind of big. Guess that does make more sense.

[Well, no one's asking them to do another kill so far, so might as well not worry yet. It's fine.]

[She sticks a hand out.]

Name's Cal. You?

Think so? It's a bit like the one that happened after we got out of Aperture, so just, uh--yeah. Figured.

[He glances at her hand and takes it in an awkward but firm handshake.]

Barry. It's...yeah, Barry. [He's between surnames right now.]

[Farrah's here of course, ribbons braided into her hair, wearing an oversized sweater over leggings and holding a big mug of what she'll claim is hot cocoa, but is clearly mulled wine if you get a good look or whiff. The mug itself is ridiculous, giant and portraying three pole dancing santas with the caption ho ho ho. Maybe you'll try and take it from her? Or maybe you've caught her after someone else has confiscated the thing, and she's trying to steal your beverage instead. Or maybe you've found her with her bedazzled flask, pouring something suspicious into the punch?

Outside of being the poorest behaved teen here, she can also be found shaking gifts to try and figure out what's inside, or packing snowballs outside. You might even get hit by one, if you're particularly unlucky!]

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[Well, here's someone who's got no right to talk about the underage drinking. Haruka giggles, drinking her own cup of... okay, we're not sure.]

I dunno, if you're gonna try and pass that off as hot chocolate you're gonna get so busted. You should've said berry cider or something.

Hey everyone, Happy Holly-days!

[She's here, she has a literal sack of gifts to hand out, she actually did say it "holly-day", she is currently decked out in a sweater bearing the words "MERRY LIFTMAS". This distracts from neither the Santa hat nor the fake mustache she's also wearing.]

Here you go, fresh from the Ceres Reborn.

[If she knows you, she is handing you a wonderful if definitely homespun gift basket of fruits and- also fresh vegetables and other produce. There may also be some fresh cheese and eggs you really hope came from chickens.]

[This is also happening if she doesn't know you, but the baskets are smaller and home to slightly less varied fruit and veg.]

[She can also be found later in the night fondly looking out any windows available.]

...so is that real snow or just really convincing artificial stuff? Cause either way, impressive.

[...or just wild card an opening of some kind, we're not your boss.]

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[Aziraphale himself is not in attendance. However, somewhere on the food table is an immaculate silver serving tower that never seems to run out of delicious, bite-sized pastries and sweets. Near where the gifts are piled is a large green velvet bag, bulging with contents that never seem to run out and tied shut with a tartan bow. The note, pinned to the bag on antique paper in neat cursive, reads:]

Thank you for the invitation, however I must regretfully decline. After all this is the "busy season," so to speak, and this year certainly busier than most!

All the best,
Aziraphale

P.S. There is a gift and a cracker for everyone in the bag.

((HAPPY SEASON 3! Despite the honor system implied in the note, the bag will feel completely empty to anyone who tries to go for a second gift or Christmas cracker. No matter whether you've met Aziraphale or not, the gift will be something that your character wants or wanted dearly at one time. Think what they would have asked Santa for!
(The only exception is weapons - all weapons, no matter how realistic they look, are non-lethal.)))

Oh, this is so fun! A party before Christmas!

[King Richard is here to party, wearing sumptuous gold and black brocade and a long, heavy cloak made of waterproofed cloth and draped with fur across the shoulders. Most of the time he has a toddler with him, with wild waves of dark hair like his father's and a dress with a velvet cote of green trimmed with gold.]

Oh! Yes, this is my son, Rowan. Quite a handsome little fellow, isn't he? He's got his looks from his mother.

[Or, for those who already know Rowan:]

Here, can you hold him for a second? Daddy's been eyeing one of those delightful little cakes over there for hours. I'll grab you one too! Thanks!

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[Regardless of if he was asking her or someone else, Anna’s there in a flash, holding her hands up expectantly.]

The handsomest Prince in the whole of the whole wide worlds—- Give him to me this instant, cousin. Auntie’s going to show him how to party, isn’t she, Lil Ro?

Oh, I don't-

[Suddenly Nina has a toddler in her arms and the first thing she can think to do is hold him at arms' length away from her like someone would hold a cat they're not sure is friendly or not.]

...Hi. [How long does it take for human babies to learn to talk? He looks a little too big for her to be talking to what amounts to a sentient sack of potatoes but hell if she knows much of anything about human children.] I'm your...father's cousin's sister, if that makes sense.

[It's been a little under two months now, and Yl'lb has been...fine, for the most part. For once, he's slowed down and reduced his workload considerably. He's gone back to therapy, and seen some regular doctors as well - he may not have technically died, but severe dehydration can have some lingering effects. Salarians are delicate.

He's lucky, though, to have the resources he does. So it isn't so bad. Good enough that he shows up for the Champions' regular some-winter-holiday-he's-not-sure-what-exactly party. Or...maybe it's the other survivors from the island who threw this? He isn't exactly sure. Doesn't much matter, though.

He arrives bundled up against the cold despite having teleported directly into the building - Salarians are delicate - and bearing some small gifts for people he knows well. And also a dish from Sur'Kesh that, according to the label, is actually bug-free! Not all humans are weird about that, but the ones who tend to hang around here are...

Anyone who he hasn't seen much of in the past few months receives a smile and a:]

It's good to see you again. How have you been?

[Anyone he has been seeing plenty of is probably getting a present!]

[Ah, the holiday mingle meme!

As one of the few people present who knows that none of them are technically hosting the party, the Balladeer is happy enough to pretend like maybe he is! Plausible deniability!]

Hey, glad you could make it! Make yourself at home, food's over there.

[Don't worry about it!

When he's not playing greeter, he'll just chill out by the refreshments. Eventually, there is a piano, and he'll begin idly playing some music - some specifically holiday-related and some not. No singing, though. He's not the entertainment!]

The piano? You sure you don’t want a kazoo or something instead?

[Farrah’s not above teasing him, possible party host or not. She’s Discord’s daughter too, after all.]

[He laughs.]

I can do both! Why, is that your request?

[Anna von Kleve is happy.

She’s always been the most content of the six wives— the one with the best fate, the one able to indulge in luxuries she hadn’t been able to even dream about as a young princess—- but it had been a lonely existence. Now, she is anything but. She’s in the midst of planning another wedding with Heidi— something elaborate and grand and deserving of her wonderfully patient and caring wife. And she’s surrounded by so many people that she loves, even more people than she ever thought she could fill her life with, and she’s even learned to be a little selfish—- so it shouldn’t be a surprise to find her beaming.

She flits from person to person with an easy smile—- and it isn’t strange at all for her to shout across the room in greeting at a familiar face. ]

I love this time of year. My first marriage didn’t work out, but the wedding itself was something to behold. White fur, on Christmas!

[She laughs easily as she rambles off the story, then pauses for dramatics.]

But nothing would have prepared me for the wonders of Newwwwww Yoooooorrkkkk in December.

[Or? Maybe you’ve found her by the drink table, where she somehow has managed to find you your favorite drink, almost magically.]

Here. You’ll want this. Tonight’s gonna be an amazing show.

Ha, nice. ...Which New York?

[perfectly natural question]

77th ♫ | the door decorated with silver ribbons swung open

Zerinda Radeucan | Unknown Seas R1

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Nina | Airlocked + We Could Be R5

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Anna Fugo | Unknown Seas R1/We Could Be R5

Barry | We Could Be Round 2 + 5

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Farrah Salieri | It's Curtains R3 | cw underage drinking

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Calypso Dynamite | WCB3

Aziraphale | We Could Be R1 & R5

King Richard | It's Curtains R2

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Yl'lb Ein | Airlocked/WCB r5

The Balladeer | Curtains

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Anna of Cleves | it’s curtains r2 + wcb r5

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