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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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[Does. Does this kid just carry this giant instrument around with him? Sure, Garrus always has his Mantis but guns can actually come in handy around here.]

I don't think you'd know anything from when and where I'm from, so... maybe something Christmasy?

[His voice sounds unsure. Christmas music is a thing, right? He's pretty certain someone on the Normandy had made a big deal when someone started playing it before Thanksgiving.

...Humans have a lot of holidays.]

[Just because his weapon isn't conventional, doesn't mean it isn't useful if the need arises.

He gives a little sigh.]

Well, it is the season.

[He smiles, he supposes he should be less of a stick in the mud since he's at the celebration and all and he begins to play 'O Come All Ye Faithful'. At least his skills are up to par.]

[Garrus… has no idea what the kid is playing. It could be a song about murder for all he knows. A jubilant one, but the possibility is still there.

What he can tell is that he clearly knows what he’s doing.]

You’re pretty good. How long have you been playing?

[He’s also curious if he has some sort of an aversion to the holiday, what with that reaction, but he doesn’t know him well enough to go asking those types of questions.]

[No Garrus, he saves the murder songs for special occasions.

He continues to play without looking at his hands.]

I've been playing about twelve years? Yeah, about that. [He smiles a bit.] I had to train pretty hard.

[12 years? He looks 20 tops, and even that's pushing it.]

Well it sounds like it's paid off. Though that's pretty young to pick up an instrument. Were your parents musicians?

[Is that why he had started when he was like 2 or something?]

[He's 22 now, he thinks. Something like that.]

They were, kind of? Kind of. My people like music it's just part of their daily life and I was always best at it. They got me a sitar for my tenth birthday.

[Well, he's older than he looks. Good for you, Demyx.

"My people"? Was he from a tribe or something? He didn't think humans still did that but then again there are all different worlds in play here.]

You were best. At ten. [Either his people are really bad or...] I take it you're one of those prodigies?

[He shakes his head.] I don't mean it like that, I mean for me, I was the best at music out of everything I had to learn. I never read or wrote that well, and I'm awful at math.

But yeah, probably. [He grins.] I write my own music anyway and it's really hard to master the sitar. I've always had a good ear, I can pick up tunes just by hearing them.

[Garrus snorts. What a cocky shit. He likes him already.]

We all have our fortes. You said you write your own stuff? Why don't you play some of that then?

[Show him what a prodigy you are!]

[Just telling it like it is, that's all. He brightens right up, forget Christmas carols, he begins to play something upbeat and fastpaced.]

Totally my pleasure, I hate Christmas music. Boring.

[Well, that's certainly more Garrus' speed.]

Can't say I blame you if they're all like that last one. [It had been kind of draggy.] You'd think such a big holiday would have some better songs.

[He smiles and moves his fingers along the neck, more than the strings but it's nice.]

Yeah, they're all like that, it's so boring. I like my songs better and I compose all the time, and I play whatever's on my mind usually.

[So he kind of thinks in music, it's not that weird is it?]

[Wait a minute.]

So you're telling me that you can just come up with something good at any given moment and just play it? I thought that writing a song usually takes a while.

[He has no idea, really, but it sounds like Demyx has some sort of gift to him.]

Yeah, but that's different. When I compose things for composing them, I think about them and edit them, but if I'm just playing what's on my mind it's like talking without a filter.

[A stream of consciousness with notes instead of words. It was a gift, he had many music-related gifts.]