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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;

[hexappeal]

[Zatanna had promised that there were gingerbread houses to be made and at some point, had managed to get more than enough of what was required to make them. For now, she was finishing off a bunch of gingerbread men and slipping all the colored frosting and sprinkles onto the table so the kids could make representations of themselves... or maybe Nic Cage. It was their project to do with as they choose, so she'd have no complaints if Klarion or Larsa decide to make an action hero house.]

[solidorkable]

(gingerbread man? no, gingerbread judge more. larsa actually deformed his gingerbread man during baking, making sure that the head could incorporate the helmet.

Maybe not grey, because that would mean that he would have to ruin some colors, so it's more of a christmas judge. larsa works with such concentration, it is as if he isn't paying attention to everything around him. curled up on the table is gabranth idly watching larsa make his namesake with very little interest before deciding to antagonize klarion's cat.)

[rhombus]

[Finn was standing at the table, hands planted firmly on the tabletop as he stared just as steadily at all the choices he could have to make a little person that he could then later eat without remorse.

This was a very difficult choice. The vast gravity of making a gingerbreadman.]

[foreshadower]

[ Why is he here, oh yeah, he just walked into the room at just this time, right out of nowhere, suddenly, he's there, in the kitchen.

With that kind of self-satisfied smile on his face, enjoying getting to walk in, and not even giving much of a thought as to if there would be other people in the room.

He slid out of the wall, like a pool of shadow that just appeared, and then grew into a man. }

[onetouch]

[Ned smiles, having let himself in. Though he comes bearing gifts in the shape and size roughly of two pies. One kiwi and one lemon meringue.] Zatanna, hello. [He's shoving the pies at her so he can take off his coat. Digby is already curled up by the fire but fuck it, it's time for some stress baking!!!!!!!!]

[themysciran]

[Diana is focused on adding some intricate details on the roof of one of the gingerbread houses. It may not be necessary (and arguably too much effort), but she thinks it's a nice touch.

She glances at the gingerbread men Zatanna is making, choosing colors that matches their frosting. TRUE ART.]

i told you i'd tag this c:

[bumbumbum]

[Klarion is just watching Zatanna make gingerbread men, taking in her every detail, trying to figure out just what the point of this was. He liked sprinkles, he liked frosting, and he liked gingerbread cookies, but something about this still seemed a little...off to him.]

And you are sure that if someone makes a gingerbread version of me then it cannot be used as an effigy in a ritual of some sort.

CLOSED; for vesper.

[hexappeal]

[It wasn't exactly the most ideal way to meet your partner's ex, but Zatanna figured it was about time that she did... especially considering that she was very much still a part of James' life. It was probably better for both of the women to meet without James present, as he had a tendency to be an ass (which Zatanna is certain that Vesper would agree on, despite only having spoken to her briefly).

She had invited Vesper to her giant magic mansion a little ways out of the City rather than the club because it seemed... more personal. Although there was a chance it could backfire and lead to it feeling more scary, more enclosed. However, the presence of cats, a dog, and some bunnies might ease that awkwardness.

Assuming she shows up, of course.]

[ex_loveknot297]

[Vesper couldn't find a fault with Zatanna. They spoke briefly, but she seemed nice enough and hadn't done anything to slight her. She did appreciate the invitation and the gesture, though how this could go she's not sure.

Perhaps it really is better without James around. Likely he'd have some brilliant interjection to derail a conversation.

Vesper skirts around a dog or two before finding Zatanna. In her hands is a bottle of wine.]

I figured I should bring something along for this party. Thank you for the invitation.

OPEN

[aggressiveapathy]

[There was only one thing to do with open flame- well. Two. Two things. But April liked to save actual burning for the holiday itself. Or when things got boring. For now, she had a marshmallow on a stick in front of the open fireplace, lazily roasting it with on hand as she checked her email on her phone in the other.

Just like home.]

[invoking]

[ Gil enters the room and immediately notes how potentially dangerous that is. She could burn her hand if she's not careful with the way the flames burn... and she seems like she could care less?! ]

Um...

[hexappeal]

[She'll have to set one of them down (hopefully if it isn't the phone, the marshmallow will not be aflame and make a mess) as Zatanna is approaching with a mug of something warm, spiced, and very alcoholic. She bends at the knees and holds it out.]

It's got booze in it. [That's all she needs to say, right?]

[solidorkable]

(as if sensing that someone was not following christmas etiquette, larsa appears out of nowhere holding chocolate and some graham crackers)

For your charred marshmallow.

[onetouch]

[Digby spots the familiar face before he does, rushing over to her for loves!!!! Ned trails behind, though his expression seems to soften a bit when he realizes who it is.] April.

open

[invoking]

[ It would have been rude to turn down Diana's generous invite, so surprisingly and against his sometimes shy nature, Gil arrives at Zatanna and Diana's place with the promised goods he said he would bake. It's a small vanilla cake, not big enough to feed more than five or six people, but he figures there's going to be plenty of sweets for others to feast on in the household.

After finding a table to set down the cake, he keeps mostly to himself. Zatanna had been kind enough to use her powers to send him to Montana for a brief visit of sorts. Once he had been able to confirm his Chain's return, he made a note to thank her somehow.

But Gil being Gil, is a little on the reserved side to start a conversation with anyone. He doesn't mind it, anyway. He's keeping an eye out for Zatanna or Diana. ]

[hexappeal]

[Zatanna honestly hadn't been expecting him to show up at any point. He'd been more shy than usual after that whole... thing. She won't bring it up because he's a sweet kid and he deserves to get over it (whatever "it" may be). It doesn't seem too busy or too loud right now, no one rushing in and out and thankfully no one pushing and shoving or screaming.

It's pretty quiet, actually.

Zatanna was upstairs, but she comes down for a cup of tea only to find him quietly, politely sitting on his lonesome. She drops the thought of something warming and turns to move toward him, lopsided smile spreading in the blink of an eye.]

You should have yelled.

open;

[doubleoohbaby]

[Bond has an axe!

Thankfully it's not to murder the family with (yet), but to chop wood for the fire. He gives absolutely no shits that it's a magical fire that seems to keep itself replenished no matter what, sometimes he just needs to be outdoors doing manly things like he was created to do. So, there he is, out of the house and just at the outskirts of the wood with a pile of logs, quite contently splitting them one by one. He likes the snow, he likes the cold and he likes the pine, and he really looks the part in his wax jacket and scarf, giving the occasional manly grunt as he swings the axe downwards again and again.]

[hexappeal]

Hey! [She calls before approaching him, just in case something unforeseen may occur. She's wearing a fitted cream-colored peacoat, accompanied by a festive green scarf and a pair of matching cream earmuffs.

She raises one of her leather-clad hands in greeting as she makes her way through the snow to him. Her nose and cheeks are already turning a dusky, rosy shade of pink, but she still beams when she stops before him. Her breath is a little heavy, though it wasn't much of a workout. She's just getting used to the cold.] I'd say that's about enough, wouldn't you? [It becomes apparent that in her second hand is a thermos, filled with still hot coffee. Strong and freshly made. She holds it out toward him.]

open

[somethinglawful]

[terezi busies herself with scoping out the snow when she arrives, tapping around it with her cane with a toothy grin on her face. she's wearing a teal puffy coat with pink highlights, and someone (kanaya) has custom-stitched a small libra symbol in darker teal over the breast. her cheeks and the tips of her ears are tinged teal from the cold, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it. presumably she's holding off on actually entering the house until she finds finn, but it's not like she isn't open to conversation, or hanging out with anybody else who happens to come by!

you could probably even talk her into a snowball fight.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Actions speak louder than words.

Which might explain why, rather than talk her into anything, James has decided to throw a snowball fully pelt at her head from some distance away. Yeah, so what, he's picking on a blind kid, but snow + unsuspecting kids always has to = snowball fight.]

open;

[ecphrasis]

[Molly loves Christmas. For the entirety of December, she is in a constant state of Christmas cheer. The season is about giving and loving and being happy, and those are things at which Molly excels.

She's arrived at Zatanna's sometime during her month of celebration, store-bought cookies in tow as well as gifts that I have not yet decided upon but won't be opened until Christmas anyway. She grins as she enters, immediately heading to the kitchen to drop off the food and then see who she can see.]

[centralsgreatest]

[ Unfortunately for everyone involved, Wally is still trying to keep up the secret identity thing. He wanders the party in full costume, often popping up in unexpected parts of the house to say hi. He jumps a little when she spots Molly from across the room, but in a second the moment has passed and he speeds to her side to snatch a cookie and pop it in his mouth. ]

Hey, these are really good! [ He says, with his mouth still full. ]

Open!!!

[centralsgreatest]

[ Wally has yet to figure out the irrelevance of secret identities in the City. And so he arrives in full costume and never takes off his mask.

Most of these people know the Flash anyway, right? Right. Totally. ]

[foreshadower]

[ Hello Wally. It doesn't matter whether he wears the costume or not, but the Shade just knows everyone anyway, and he's sliding through a wall out of nowhere to a Flashy position just because he hasn't been bothered by a speedster in a while, and there's no Jay, so he needs to amuse himself somehow.

So a retired supervillain approaches a superhero with a grin that looks just a bit too dark on his face, like he has a secret. ]

Why Flash, what a surprise.

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?

(OPEN.)

[carbonite]

(so, here's the deal. the fact that a.) han isn't going to stay for long and b.) he hates these sorts of things actually signifies how much he cares for and about zatanna. that said, he sneaks in wearing something respectable carrying a bunch of presents (most notably for zatanna and james).

maybe, just maybe, no one will really notice him.)

[hexappeal]

[He sticks out like a sore thumb and Zatanna notices him almost immediately, swooping in to help him carry the packages (not that he needs the help, as he is quite manly!!).]

Why, Mister Solo.

open;

[waiting]

[ If you're on Bradbury's Christmas list and you live here or have a good chance of showing up, chances are that's the reason he's here, dropping off his gifts in person instead of shoving them
under City Hall's tree.

He's here off-duty, but he's still in a suit, probably from just getting off work. Still, he's already loosening his tie and hunting up the nearest source of alcohol while he looks around for his host (and a drink). ]

open;

[viced]

[ WHAT. No why are their social circles colliding? Who the fuck knows, but since they're both here, and they're both doing their own thing, but he's going to stop by and say hi.

Because who knows why. Probably because it would look weird if he sat on the other side of the room, and completely avoided the person that was supposed to be his thread.

So he just kind of shot his former bodyguard and friend turned bodyguard again a wave from across the room, already with a drink thanks to his other former bodyguard. ]

open;

[onetouch]

[ANYONE WHO WANTS TO BAKE EVEN MORE THINGS WITH THE PIE MAN GET IN HERE.

Ned has comandeered Zee's kitchen for making gingerDigbys and also gingerpeople I guess, though they are less cute. Also fruitcake and various other cookies. Sugar and spice and everything nice THOUGH PIE IS STRANGELY NOT ON THE MENU.

He is wearing an apron he found in the house. Aka not his X( But he doesn't seem to have too much shame about it...

Oh and he's humming the star wars theme while mixing batter. You know, whatever. Digby makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like a groan and slumps over, blocking the entrance to the kitchen with his doggienaps.]

open;

[carbonite]

(sometimes, han wonders how he became friends with ned. han also wonders why he loves this damn dog so much. even while ned is working, han is rubbing his face on digby.)

Tell me there's pie.

for Zatanna;

[allbloodyhail]

[Spike intends to do the knock-knock ditch thing, but his timing is off and well-- he turns around, a few yards away from her doorstep.]

Happy Holidays. [There's a half-smoked cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and a real hog waiting for him just beyond her greenery. The world may never know if he stole this one, too, but at least it's not as rickety as the scooter. He looks tired. And when she looks down he placed these on her doorstep.

But he doesn't turn away just yet, hanging there; letting his cigarette burns as he waits to see her reaction, gaze open and ready for rejection.]

Re: for Zatanna;

[hexappeal]

[She's not really sure what's going on. To say that she's caught a bit off-guard would be an understatement. For as long as she's been in the City, she hasn't gotten flowers (dead and dried or otherwise) for... what? A year? Maybe more. Carlton was the last one to give her flowers.

She shoots him a confused look before glancing down, crouching to pick up the flowers and takes a moment to reflect on them and their withered state, idly wondering if he'd had these in his possession for a while and only just now decided to bring them over. She scoops them up as if they're precious, curling them closely in her arms.]

The same to you. [She also notices that motorcycle. It's pretty cool, tbh. But she takes a step back, kicking the door open a little wider.] Did you come all the way out here to say that or are you going to come in? [She seems a little coy, a little flattered now.]