The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [12/24]

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Hoshi was not planning on heading home for the holidays. She wouldn't have minded seeing her father, but Christmas with her mother and siblings was almost a recipe for disaster. She had no problem with coming in to work on Christmas Eve, either. Instead of sitting at the front desk, though, she took Porthos to play in the snow just outside the hotel entrance.

They hadn't been out there long when a reindeer with Christmas lights in its antlers stumbled out of the nearby trees. "Huh. That's something you don't see everyday," said Hoshi, staring at the reindeer.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Teriyaki Roast Chicken
Fried Wontons
Deep-friend Shrimp
Sushi Cake
Japanese Christmas Cake

[Open and OCD-free! Varying degrees of SP until this evening.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Christmas Eve

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Today's mass was actually surprisingly traditional. There were carols, beautiful and haunting, sung by the choir. A processional reenacted the gift of the magi, after blessing each offering, and the small statue of the baby Jesus in creche. Even Castiel's sermon managed to stay pretty well on track, discussing the sacrifice involved in sending one's only son to Earth for the sole purpose of dying for the sins of mankind. There was a whole sidebar into something about aliens and the possibility of multiple Christs on multiple planets or something, but it was only a brief interlude before things got back on track.

Of course, Castiel also performed the whole thing in Aramaic. So, uh. There was that.

When Castiel got traditional, dude got traditional.

[ooc: no OCD today. I'm hopefully going home in 20 minutes, and then I get to run off to festivities not too long after that, so if you're looking for Cass interaction, make a note and be ready for some quality slow play.]