Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

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Allie was sitting on a stool next to the bar, a small forest of tiny trees growing on the floor around her. Hopefully they wouldn't grow too tall before her shift ended.

The bar was open. Mind the trees.

Chilly Boulder, Friday Night

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So far, Anakin's concept of Christmas was informed entirely by the little things that had been happening all week. It was not at all an accurate one, and that was even before the trees started sprouting up everywhere.

The one that had sprung into being in the middle of the table put his sundae in a precarious position. "Stop it," he complained at the tree, as if it would do any good.

He was currently operating on the theory that the trees were the natural enemy of the mistletoe, and coming to the conclusion that this holiday made no sense.

[OOC: For the sister, primarily, but open! I know, it's shocking.]

Caritas, Friday Evening

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There were a few Christmas trees behind the bar. Afer yesterday, Mike couldn't say he was surprised. He was just doing his best to walk around them as he checked up on stock and got himself a drink to very slowly sip on. It just felt like the night for that.

He'd requested the band to play upbeat music, and they were doing their best, even though a Christmas tree had sprouted right where their drummer was supposed to be seated.

Mike had to admit it was actually pretty amusing.