Fandom Post Office, Tuesday (December 23)

[filleauloup]

Ah yes, the final stretch of rush shipping before the holiday, and Fandom's post office seemed to be appropriately braced for the occasion.  The pillow fort behind the counter had been reinforced overnight with a second cushiony wall and the usual line stanchions replaced with wooden fences (complete with fake snow, apparently).

There was a Christmas tree in the corner of the lobby this week, too, hung with shiny metal ornaments, and every time Éponine got close enough to it she thought she could glimpse visions of something in the ornaments.  She wasn't sure she wanted to know, though, and didn't bother to look much closer.

Besides, she was more concerned with the ten gremlins who were clustered around the miniature sleigh on the other side of the lobby and seemed to be fighting over which one of them got to wear the tiny red Santa suit, and which one got to wear the fake red nose, and how they should hitch themselves to the sleigh.  "Look here," she said, keeping in mind Roland's advice from last week, "if I help you with that will you help deliver the mail for me this week, and not steal any of it?"

They were too busy arguing to pay any attention to her.  It was probably just as well, since there really weren't any packages this week that were small enough to fit into that sleigh anyway.

[OOC: Open and sans OCD, le gasp.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Christmas wasn't really Kitty's holiday, and she hadn't had bad ones or anything, so seeing old stuff in ornaments was a little nostalgic in the 'hey remember the time I trashed the mansion because a murderous alien chased me around while I was home alone on Christmas Eve?' kind of way. It meant she made sure to call the school and say hi to people, and wish she'd made time to go there at least some point this week.

And for now, Christmas carols as sung by zombies.

And, a new Christmas CD as sold by zombies. Shut up, you know you want it.

The Arms Hotel, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was putting the final touches on the Christmas tree in the lobby. The glass ornaments that she had used in previous years had met with an unfortunate accident when Gunther had a bit too much schnapps. The round metal ornaments she'd gotten as replacements weren't as pretty, but they were more likely to survive catastrophe. Also, when Mary looked at them, she kept seeing images of herself lying on the couch in her old room with an ice pack on her ankle. She'd almost forgotten that first Christmas she spent in Fandom.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Strawberry-Rhubarb Salad With Mint and Hazelnuts
Butter-Basted Salmon With Hazelnut Relish
Plum Tarts With Honey and Black Pepper

Streets of Fandom, Tuesday Noonish

[suitably_heroic]

Coming back to Fandom after two weeks on Coruscant was... okay, it was kind of weird. And quiet. And all the lights... yeah, Atton hadn't quite grasped Christmas when he was here as a student, and it just looked more alien to him now.

It was just a short walk back to his apartment, so he didn't have to speed up, exactly. But he didn't want to linger too much. Just seemed weird, that was all, and... was there something gleaming at him? It looked like it. Probably just more Christmas decorations, but something about it drew his eye.

As he came up closer, he saw what it was: a small round ball, one of several, hanging out of a large fir tree. Just another stupid decoration, then. Something was moving inside of it, a holo maybe? No-- they didn't do holos like that around here, not just yet.

He gripped the ball gently, studying the image.

Then he saw it.

Himself, his back pressed against cover. Shivering in the cold, even though there was no snow. On his side, familiar faces, sharing--

He plucked the ball out of the tree and shoved it into the pocket of that jacket. No. He wasn't thinking about that. Today, or any other day. And he wasn't going to leave it sitting around for anyone else, either, that would... That would.

Space.

Now he was really weirded out.

[[ open streets, folks, both for your atton and your streetsy needs. ]]