The Park, Friday Afternoon

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Get away from me," April deadpanned at a cheerful group of gremlins with tiny little gremlin microphones in hand. She was just walking her dog; she didn't feel a pressing need to be harrassed by tiny animals she wasn't attached to.

The gremlins whispered amongst themselves for a moment, then launched into a rendition of-- honestly, April couldn't even tell what it was, because her player didn't know Christmas carols it was so off-key. In any event, that was the last straw for Cliff the three-legged pit bull, and he moved forward, making a noise that might potentially sound menacing if you had really tiny ears.

The gremlins scattered.

"Good dog," April said approvingly. She sat on a bench and patted the space beside her for Cliff to sit.

Between the two of them, they could protect this park from carolers. It was a new kind of heroing.

Streets of Fandom, all day Friday

[one-for-vanity.livejournal.com]

Porthos had already gone out caroling with some of the servants he'd brought from home and several of Café Fina's staff in tow. Some of them had been just as eager as he to celebrate the season, and others hadn't quite understood the difference between a request and an order, but they all sung enthusiastically.

When they came across a group of gremlin carolers, it only seemed natural to join together as they went from door to door. To Porthos, anyway. Despite his assurances that the strange creatures seemed harmless, the dishes kept a few steps away from the gremlins at all times and eyed them warily.

At the moment, Porthos had a gremlin on each shoulder and several more clustered around his feet as he walked, and he was attempting to teach them the real words to O Holy Night. Their French was decidedly lacking, which made it quite an undertaking.

It also didn't help that two of the gremlins -- who hadn't quite gotten the "joy and harmony" memo -- were trying to perform the South Park version as a skit. The dishes kept even farther away from them. Gremlin bites were bad enough, but a gremlin with a real, working cattle prod was another thing entirely.

Devil's Nest, Friday evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

The usual DJ wasn't in sight tonight. Instead the gremlins were to be in charge. The music was all Christmas, all the time, complete with an off-key gremlin chorus singing along.

Yup, it was going to be one of those nights.

Around the fourth replay of Run, Run Rudolph, Allie decided she really missed the friendly bears.

[In honor of the end of the world, there is no OCD today.]

Lobster Hut | Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles' last two dates hadn't gone well, one ending with him being kidnapped and his date getting mauled and the other ending with his date having a psychotic episode at an ice rink. So he didn't have high hopes for this date going well, though maybe since it wasn't actually a real date disaster would be averted. Or maybe it'll be averted because being on a date with Derek was punishment enough.

Fake date or not, Stiles did manage to put in a little bit of effort in his appearance. Meaning he called the other Derek for fashion advice and that phone call got passed off to Peter because Derek so did not care about Stiles' social life. So he was actually wearing something that wasn't flannel for once because you don't turn down Hale fashion advice, even when given by a psycho.

Since he didn't really care about being polite, Stiles got a table and started eating the rolls before Derek got there. This was so weird. Maybe the world will end before things got too awkward.

[For the "date" primarily, but the post is open of course]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike had been caroled at by gremlins about ten times today. Twice since he'd come to work.

Yeah, this was definitely different from the last... five or so of Mike's Christmases where the main feature of the pre-holiday season had been a bunch of Christmas shows for semi-drunken businesswomen and the like. He honestly couldn't say which he preferred. But Christmas wasn't really his thing, anyway. As far as his plans for the holiday went, he had a vague invitation from Brooke to come back down to Tampa to spend it with her and Adam that he probably wasn't going to take. He'd already sent his gift ahead of time, anyway, and traveling cost money.

And right now he had a bar to wipe down, and a specials board to update. That money didn't earn itself.

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