Things Reborn, Sunday

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Ben didn't know how or why he ended up with a selection of Santa suits in the store, but you could be sure those bad boys were going on sale.

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[OOC: Heading afk shortly. Post is open for modded shopping or SP with Ben for a few hours!]

Stark Industries [Sunday]

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Sam had taken note of the notification that his boss was a pony and stocked up on apples, hay, and oats. He was sure Mr. Stark would appreciate his thoughtfulness once he was back to human-shaped, if he wasn't already.

You know. If he wasn't too busy firing him.

Sam spent most of his shift making out a Christmas shopping list and resigning himself to the fact that he was going to wind up doing most of his shopping at the airport gift shop on the way home. Maybe next year he wouldn't wait until the very last minute. But probably not.

Stark Industries is open.

MCA - Holiday Party [Afternoon/Evening]

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The lobby of the MCA was fully decorated for the holidays, there were small gifts for each of the residents and a table full of food and drink.

Holiday music played at a comfortable level so people could still mingle and chat.

The party was technically for the residents and their guests, but Rusty wasn't likely to notice or care if anyone extra showed up.

The Gig, Sunday

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Firekeeper was incredibly pleased at the weather, as it meant she didn't have to wear boots. So she was just enjoying the chance to be outside with the horses and not freeze.

The Gig is open!

[ooc: I knew there was something I was forgetting about today... teach me to sleep in.]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

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"What are you doing?" Jolee asked. Tino, who had been trying to drag a pear tree into the bar, turned around and shrugged.

"Look," Jolee said. "I didn't say anything when you brought the jumping guys and the ballerinas in here. I didn't even say anything with the jewelry or the hens, because they seem well behaved. But I'm drawing the line at the tree."

A bird peeked out from the tree and started singing.

"Get that out of here."

[OOC: FIVE. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. RINGS. I seem to be in an on-again off-again relationship with napping right now. Mod Tino for speed, or ping Jolee and hopefully I'm up for the rest of the night now.

Oh, and just for the record, Tino didn't buy any of this stuff. He spent the morning stealing things or calling in debts all over Maryland to arrange it. He's disappointed that he didn't get a chance to get his calling birds or turtle doves out because they are going to make a mess of the basement. Just adding a little more to the story since it won't get out via narrative.]