The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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In the wee hours of the morning, Jeff poked his head into the lobby.

A few moments later, Nana slid in through the gap between door and doorway, settling behind the desk.

Slowly but surely, Jeff's head vanished from the door, and it shut with a click.

Murdock had officially scarpered.

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Town Hall, Tuesday

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Having mostly been through one Christmas, D'Argo didn't really feel a need to celebrate this one, so he went to town hall at his normal time, surprised to see he was the first one there.

An hour later, he was surprised to still be only one there.

An hour after that, he called the secretary to find out what was going on.

About a minute after that, anyone who was in the town hall (which no one else was) might have heard him ask, "What's a federal holiday?"


['Stablishy!]

Through the town: Late, late Monday night [After radio]

[fh_extras]

The Grinch, he arrived and he slunk through the town
Glaring at the displays of Christmas he found.

"No, this won't do, no it won't do at all,"
he muttered and grumbled and started to crawl
Through the shadows and alleys, the rotten old creep
While every last person was falling asleep

With his poor little dog, slinking behind
He made his way through the streets, to see what he could find

"A manor, a manor, so perfect this is,"
he gleed to himself, plans starting to fizz
and bubble and brew in his nasty old brain.
He'd ensure that Christmas would never again
bring happiness, joy. "I hate them all so,
and now, with my plan, they will never grow."

He waited 'til the isle was cloaked all in silence
Then crept out to wreak havoc (though he'd never be violent)

Clad in Santa Claus's guise, he did snicker and sneer
While his poor little dog was done up as a deer

And snuck into each home, the rotten old sod
[With permission only; it does not do to mod]
And he stole all the presents and the food and the wreaths
But he left behind all of the bright shiny trees
Stripping them bare of even the lights
Then he slunk and he crept and he vanished from sight

And the poor little dog, he dragged it all back
To the manor acquired to bring Christmas Crack
Panting and gasping, antlers slipping over his eyes
He dug in and dragged it, wanting to die
Shedding tinsel and balls as the sled jerked along
(those might come in handy, before not too long)

"Move it you lazy old horrible old dog,
or your cute little tocks I surely will flog."
And the dog he did move it, and the Grinch he did grin
And settled in 'til the morning, to gloat over his win.

[ooc: NFB, cause it takes place post-Radio. I'll ping him into each post when I can, to creep and steal and snicker and sneer, and link each of those here. I'm mid-Christmas celebrations, so it might be a bit until I get to the posts of stealorz!]

Efferton Manor: Tuesday morning

[fh_extras]

The morning had come, and with it Christmas day
Had the Grinch been less Grinchy, he'd have proclaimed 'YAY'
But he was, so he didn't, though his handiwork he admired
As he moved to the window, to see what had transpired

The Grinch he did listen, the Grinch he did peer
Out over the island through the morn, bright and clear
He was greeted only by silence, not crying and tears
Which, it goes without saying, filled him not with cheer

"I don't understand," he railed at the air.
"Where is the wailing, don't they even care?"
He consoled himself slightly, "At least they're not singing."
Then kicked at the dog, who he was sure was grinning.

A bad feeling was growing, though he ignored it, of course
Deciding instead he would go steal the horse.
First he'd help himself to the feasts he had stolen
And stuff himself silly, 'til his belly was swollen

(Poor Grinch, who had absolutely zero clue
What he'd gotten himself so roundly into
You'd almost feel pity, if he weren't such a clod
And if he wasn't so nasty to his poor little dog.)

[ooc: For those who've come to reclaim their stolen Christmases! There's a trail of Christmas detritus - tinsel and random decorations, etc - leading from each of the hit homes to Efferton manor, and the Grinch is in a room up the top, surrounded by all the stolen loot. Still in his Claus costume, of course. No need to co-ordinate everyone together - feel free to have each party arrive separately at different times.

I'm going to bed now, 'cause sleeeeeepy, but should be up around noon EST to pick up pings.]