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Who: Sonico, Cassian, Demyx, Dorothy, Mobius, Garrus, Emerald, David and Kay.
What: Family lunch
Where: Sonico/Cassian/Kay's house
When: December 25th

A) Outside the house:

Baby it’s cold outside...but who doesn’t love building some snowmen by the pond? Or lighting up some fireworks? Drop to the ground and make your own snow angels by the pond too, before the falling snow covers everything again.

B) Inside the house:

The house it’s been decorating following both the Christmas tradition and the time-honoured Galactic holiday: Life Day. And thus you can find Christmas decorations hanging on the ceiling and walls, candles by the windows, ominous elf shelves sitting on random places, cookies and sweets...and also wookie paper chains, Life Day orbs created using clear Christmas balls with jewels to make them shine and a miniature Life Tree made out of cardboard and paper with the branches and roots made out of crushed and twisted craft paper.

Red is also traditional, so there's a lightweight red felt tablecloth on the table. The table is laid with an assortment of foods, all of them strange, more than a few horrifying. The proud owner of a copy of Christmas Cooking With Cassie will remember a number of dishes from the book, such as the shrimps pyramid with a savory fish filling and the stuffed salmon. If you think the lobster is trying to walk away, that’s just your imagination, promise. Among the foods from home there is a jug of green milkshake, which smells suspiciously of fish, and perfectly normal Wookiee-ookiee. You might be less amused by such foods as deep-fried gorg or pickled space worm but it’s all perfectly edible! On the other hand Garrus gets a special dextro food selection, which is smaller, but looks like a perfectly normal meal.

C) Mistletoe:

No Christmas party is complete without some Mistletoe here and there to make it even more special. Make sure the person you get caught with under the mistletoe is the one you want...or soldier on if they aren’t.

D) By the tree /Present sharing:

The proper Christmas tree is a huge monstrosity of a tree whose tip nearly brushes the ceiling of the room - but only nearly, which is a good thing for the Swablu which keeps flying to and fro, busy building a nest at the top of the tree. It looks strangely mauled in some places, and has been secured in place with several sturdy ropes spanning the width of the room as if it had to withstand a tsunami. Presents are scattered under the tree, but nosy partygoers beware! Get too close, and you run the risk of a white hellcat leaping out of the tree at you.

Once it’s time for present sharing it’s quite possible you’ll have to fight the cat to get yours. Consider this the boss challenge of your Christmas quest!

E) Choose your own adventure:

Pretty self explanatory. Wanna take a look around the house? Need some quietness? Would you like to go play with the pokemon? Crash on the couch and watch a Christmas movies? Feel free.

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"Decoration?" He hated himself a little for it, but there sure was a doubtful undertone to his voice. Creepy decoration. Oh well.

"I don't understand the local customs very well, but we're trying to be respectful of them and participate to show our willingness to be part of Attleton's culture."

Even if that meant decorating their house with creepy elves.

Taking into account Cassian's tone - hesitant, self-doubting, resigned - Dorothy turned to look at him, considering. There was perhaps an awkward pause as she thought about it.

She then turned, looking around at all the other decorations. Some of them seemed tasteful, to her. Others, strange, but harmless. And then there were the elves.

Finally, she looked at Cassian once more.

"The local customs of Attleton seem to encourage the idea that eyes are watching everywhere."

"It is well-suited."

"Well..."

He eyed the elves with a wholly new inquisitive curiosity, weighing her assertion.

"I believe you have a point. I never thought of likening Attleton's way of watching over you to unseeing eyes, but it is very apt. Maybe that's why they like these elves so much."

A thought to consider if he won the elections and there were decisions to make about increasing the presence of the security dolls as well.

"As true as that is," Dorothy continued, drawing her observations to a close - and just pointing out the obvious, frankly.

Because, even if the elves were very much like Attelton - and the way surely the people in the town celebrated Christmas -

"- The little dolls would give anyone the creeps," she finished, matter-of-fact.

"That's true. They're a lot more uncanny than Alice Margatroid's security dolls. These are useful, and look endearing, especially the one in our office, that got put into a police uniform. These ones..."

He gives the Christmas elf a squinty-eyed look. "It looks like it's plotting something evil."

Dorothy observed, "Their eyes seem painted in such a way, so it seems like they're watching you, no matter their placement relative to you."

Maybe they weren't really planning on something evil, but they seemed like - for inanimate bits of plastic and fabric - they were malevolent.

"Perhaps next year, they can remain on the window-sill, watching Attleton, and not us."

Cassian chuckled, lips quirking into a little grin. "I think I would prefer that."

His gaze turned distant as he mused on plans for next year, joking as they were. How strange to be in a place where you could make such plans, uncertain as they still were.

"Do you think Kay and Sonico would be very upset if we moved them to the windowsill now?At least a few of them? We could say it's to make the house look more cheerful to people passing by."

Because the creepy elves were cheerful, right.

Certainly, Dorothy wanted to return to Paradigm before any next year, but considering Cassian and Kay's circumstance? She'd hoped they'd never have to return. Ever.

She looked in Kay's direction, and then Sonico's.

"I don't think they'd mind," she guessed, but added, "and if they are offended. You can tell them it was my idea."

"I wouldn't do that to you." His lips twitched again, curling once more into a small smile. "Unless Kay is very upset, in which I might just have to sacrifice you and save myself."

He hoped his light tone would show he was merely joking, clumsy as his attempt at humor may be. Probably joking, as long as Kay wasn't too protective of the creepy elves.

"I will be left to his cold mercies," Dorothy answered, dryly. Also joking - there was even a shadow of a smile on her face, if Cassian was paying enough attention - though he might write it off as a trick of the light. "I may never forgive you."

Dorothy reaches on her toes to begin taking down the elves. No time to waste. Might as well move as many as they can, before Sonico or Kay raised the alarm.

"So let's not let it come to that, it would be a shame if our friendship was destroyed by Christmas elves."

He reaches for the elves on the higher shelves, handing them to Dorothy.

"If we work quickly and quietly it won't have to come to that."

It's rare that she ... felt so playful. That was the way to describe this, yes?

Dolls in hand, once they were all collected - and probably looking a bit ridiculous - she carefully moved to the front windows. Not dropping a single one.

There. Carefully, even posing some of them, she had them beginning to watch the streets of Attleton.