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[hexappeal]

WHO: Sort of open. This is for of Themyscira-Zatara Family & friends.
WHERE: Diana and Zee's place and elsewhere.
WHEN: Throughout December.
WARNINGS: Enough of them.
SUMMARY: Cute winter holiday stuff. Please specify in the subject line if your threads are open or closed (and if they are closed, to which people).
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like.


[Come December first, Zatanna's already done a number on the house. Mostly in that she has finally relinquished her death-grip on the spooky Halloween mansion that it had been for Halloween (that had morphed into Thankschilling Day).

By the eighth, she has given up on normalcy and forced snow upon the house itself and the front and backyards; it is natural and cold and wet to the touch. More importantly, it's clean. It doesn't melt much or get sloshy and muddy. The forest she'd created for Halloween remains, though not overgrown. The air is sweet with the smell of pine, but not thickly so. She's cleared it out a little, made it easier to navigate. There is now plenty of room for building snow people and snow forts, in addition to the occasional snowball fight.

The inside of the house no longer (quite as) spooky. The fireplace in the living room seems to permanently be full of logs and remains lit even when no one is home. Halfway through the month, a pine tree also appears, growing through some dimensional wormhole so it remains real without having to cut one down. The dining room has a warm glow from candles and wall sconces and the kitchen seems to always have some wonderful smell wafting from it.

There is a fat orange Persian walking around, dressed as a reindeer. It doesn't seem perturbed by its costume and appears quite content, although trying to curl up and sleep almost anywhere in between desired pettings. Hermes has become more mellowed out since Halloween (and much larger, too) and only wears antlers on his head. Teekl and Gabranth declined to join the festivities.

This holiday season is going to be good. Or, hopefully at least much better than last year's.]



► OPEN: COOKIES FOR ME, COOKIES FOR FREE (ZATANNA).
► CLOSED: VESPER & ZATANNA.
► OPEN: ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS (APRIL).
► OPEN: AWKWARD SOCIALIZATION (GIL).
► OPEN: EXTREME MANLINESS CHALLENGE (JAMES)!!!
► OPEN: S'NO PROBLEM (TEREZI).
► OPEN: CUTE CHRISTMAS SWEATER PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO (MOLLY).
► OPEN: HOW DO I SECRET IDENTITY? LOL (WALLY).
► OPEN: PRETTY MUCH JUST A FUN-HATER (MITCH).
► OPEN: SNEAKY SANTA (HAN).
► OPEN: A LOT LESS OF A FUN-HATER, APPARENTLY (BRADBURY).
► OPEN: THERE'S ALWAYS ROOM FOR PIE (NED).

Comments

OPEN

[viced]

[ Yes, Zee, he'll come, if just for a little bit. The Mayor doesn't really know why the fuck he's showing up here, other than the fact that Zee will be mad if he doesn't, so he shows up, but that doesn't mean he knows what to do with all the extra people. In fact, he kind of hovers around like the kind of awkward person who isn't sure what to do.

Despite the fact that he's been here plenty of times, it doesn't mean he really gets what he should be doing right about now. Christmas isn't his holiday, ok. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

[What fortuitous circumstances that Mitch should show up when James is around!

James is, naturally, walking around with an alcoholic beverage in hand (spiced cider, just to keep it festive) and out of his suit, but then again a lack of a suit isn't entirely unusual when he's dossing around at Zee's.

James emerges from some random room just slightly behind Mitch, approaches and offers up a hearty back slap that's mostly just for dickish purposes.]

To what do we owe the pleasure?

[viced]

[ He almost, almost jumps at the back slap, but offers his former bodyguard (and not the former turned current again bodyguard) a shaky smile, tipping his head a little and then turning to offer him a shoulder clasp. ]

James fuckin' Bond, so you're still hanging around, huh? How you been?

[doubleoohbaby]

[Oh, lingering contact. Well. He... guesses he's cool with this, even if he does offer up the briefest of glances to the hand before covering with a broad and totally overacted smirk.]

Confused. How about yourself, Mitch? Keeping Bradbury busy?

[viced]

[ Extended contact for Mitch, as per usual, only lasts for another two seconds, before he's drawing back. It's like he's trying to be human, but in some ways the distance he normally keeps is what trips him up. ]

Confused, huh? I'm as well as you know, usual. [ Which meant he was, as usual, working himself to death. Christmas be damned. ]

[hexappeal]

[Mitch looks like a fish out of water and frankly, Zatanna is not at all shocked by this. He always looks a little scandalized, if not confused, uncomfortable, and just generally a touch miserable and very awkward at these things. At least it wasn't a giant party and it was just hanging out this time, right? She's only been trying to get him to come visit again forever now.

She lets him sweat it out for a bit before approaching him in a festive cocktail dress, one drink in each hand; highball glasses, so hopefully it's something good.] Look what the cat dragged in.

[(Not literally, Gaster and Mrs. Mistofelees are too busy curled up, sleeping on a chair in the living room.)]

[viced]

[ He offers her a wan smile, a touch shaky, and his eyes flick to the glass. Normally, at these things he at least touched more than one drink, but he still nursed them slowly, but after sharing one with James, he'd better do the same to Zee, or else he'd probably catch hell. ]

Thankfully, they haven't done any dragging yet. You did lock them up, right? I don't want to walk in a room to hissing.

[hexappeal]

[Even if he'd explained that he had already drank, she'd still insist he have another. She'll bring them some hot coffee or cider after this, though, since she doesn't intend to get completely smashed today.]

They're in the living room. If you're really so worried, I'll confine them to the upstairs. [She did that with Hermes just because he's so big and still sometimes jumps on people. He's still in the puppy stage in some ways.]

[viced]

As long as they don't try and kill me, they can stay where they're at. [ He says it only half-hesitantly, eyeing the general direction of the living room, but not quite edging away yet. They hadn't noticed him, so he wasn't about to start moving.

Really, after being attacked by his handler's dog, and lions, and tigers, and bears, who can blame him for being cautious around animals. ]

Nice party, by the way. I like what you've done with the place.

[rhombus]

[He saw an awkward turtle hanging out over there. He felt bad that it was an adult, adults were supposed to have everything together, right? Especially when it came to parties. So, like the good guy he was, he approached and stood in front of him, silently looking up at him for a moment, before he lifted up one hand in greeting.]

Yo!

[viced]

Er?

[ It was a surprised noise. Mitch wasn't used to kids approaching him, especially kids who seemed to peer up at him, so he was caught entirely by surprise, before he finally caught his footing and his words, and answered the kid with more than just an exclamation. ]

Can I help you?

[rhombus]

[That question almost confuses him as much as Mitch is confused by a teenager saying yo to him.]

Uh, no, I think I'm chill. You need my help?

[viced]

Your help? With what?

[ This entire conversation? Going to be one long circle of confusion. Mitch doesn't know why the kid's offering, but hey, that's some politeness, so he gives him a wan smile. ]

Do I look that miserable? [ He curbs the normal urge to add an expletive in there out of some sense of duty to being a responsible adult. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Mitch probably hears the phone chattering before the signature fake shutter sound goes off, April taking a snap shot of the awkward hovering before she even says hello as she approaches. You know. For memories.]

Blink twice if you're being held against your will.

[viced]

April, I'm not being held against my will.

[ He pauses, eyeing her phone with distaste before he finally pipes up with something a bit more on par with how they usually interacted. ]

If that isn't deleted in twenty seconds, I'm deleting it for you. And that's not being sold or uploaded online, either.

[aggressiveapathy]

But. It's for the scrapbook. You're destroying precious memories.

[The phone is slipped away (for now), the photo very much undeleted. It's Christmas. Maybe she can get away with just a little more...than the normal obscene amount of things she gets away with.]

Like. One of your capture and forced enjoyment of mortal festivities.

[viced]

I enjoy festivities! [ He's a little annoyed that people seem to think he can't, but for now, he doesn't delete the picture. Thankfully, it isn't incriminating.

It's just him looking as awkward as usual. He gives her a "look" in response. ]

I know it's fucking shocking, but I think you'll be surprised to know that I actually enjoy parties.

[ When he has to. ]

open;

[solidorkable]

(it isn't that he's excited to see Mitch, but he's already there with a cup of coffee waiting in the window as he finishes off that intense gingerbread replica of the senate house in Archades.)

[viced]

[ Mitch catches sight of his protege and intern, and he's looking a little grateful at the mug, not quite sure if Larsa has hot cocoa, or if that's coffee for him, but he'll swing in for the approach either way. ]

Evening, kiddo.

[solidorkable]

Good evening, sir. (just give him one more second, he just has to finish the detail on the helmet.)

I trust you are well? (seeing as hell hasn't frozen over and mitch is here, rather than city hall.)

[viced]

[ He watches him add the details, impressed, but not willing to call him out on it, He was sure Larsa would be embarrassed if he did. ]

Of course. See, I'm even getting out of the office? I'm sure someone around here is about to have a heart attack when they find out I actually have legs and don't just sit behind a desk all fucking day.

[onetouch]

Mr. Mayor, I... didn't think I'd run into you here. [He stops, still in full coat scarf and gloves from the outside. He hasn't made it to the coatroom yet.] Are you ready for Christmas?

[viced]

[ Mitch looks up from...well, to put it lightly, he was nosing into parts of Zee's house, just mostly checking it out, but there wasn't much else to look at, and to be fair, he could easily listen to any machines here. ]

Ah, Ned, was it? [ He gives him a quick, pleasant smile. ]

Yeah, Zee is a friend of mine, I think she'd kill me if I didn't show up.

[onetouch]

Mine, too. I mean--me, too. A friend of hers... I am. Obviously.

[he clears his throat, slowwwllyyy starting over.] It is Ned. I wasn't sure you'd remember.

[viced]

I have a good memory for names, obviously. Kind of have to in my work, you know.

[ He doesn't really get why Ned is so jumpy, but he gives him the benefit of the doubt, and just offers him his hand to shake. ]

Having fun?