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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).

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Rude! Is that how you talk to every little girl you meet?

Haha, yumm.

Nothin' much, just waiting for you! I needed my backup before entering the house. The weird lady that invited me is a witch I guess??

Does she have majyyks, or just magic?

[because there is a totally a difference there, yes.]

Hey, this isn't going to turn into some kind of weird fight, is it?

I don't, uhm . . . [He scratches his head, unsure what the difference is, since he can't see the spelling.] What, between us? Why would we be fighting, Zizi? [If it was because she fell in love with a dude that smelled like chocolate, then by glob...!]

No, dummy, I mean between us and whoever's in the house. [DUH.] Because they're a witch or whatever?

[so many mixed signals here!! although maybe that is her fault for forgetting that she's not communicating in a text-based medium. it could happen to anybody!]

Oh, hah, I'm dumb. But . . . not gonna lie to ya, babe. [He puts one hand on her shoulder, clapping it bravely.] It just might. Witches be craaaazy.

Well...

[ok let's be real she drags it out a little just because she likes his hand on her shoulder.]

If it is a fight we can totally handle it!!

[He patiently sits through the drawn out "well", since he likes his hand on her shoulder, too. In fact, he puts his other hand on her other shoulder in strong, loving comradeship.]

I knew I could count on you! No amount of weirdness can compare to our power combined! [Beat, wait, did he say that wrong.]

Only the ones that try to snif me.

[a look of HORROR. Ned, you are suck a dick.]

Fine. I guess I'll work.

[Might want to work a bit more on those morality lessons, Mama Zatanna.]

What?! Of course I'd mind! That wouldn't be fair.

Unfortunately, "I was out" does not suffice with Zatanna.

I think that came out wrong, Finn.

[oops she's smiling.]

But that's probably true too!!

[She tries, okay? But Christmas is Christmas :(]

No, it wouldn't. Life isn't fair. So should I teach you that lesson by putting nothing for you under the Christmas tree? [She finishes making that hot cocoa and brings two mugs back to the table, setting one before him.] I should, but I won't. There's another lesson in that.

[Klarion sets aside the undecipherable black and white cookie, then starts on another. This one is colored red in a way that makes it look like it's bleeding.]

And that lesson is what, make a Christmas list?

[Eye roll. Fine. She'll keep it. And enjoy the shit out of it, thank you.]

God. I try to give you a gift. Nice Princing.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.

And I appreciate it. (is she being sarcastic? please say that she isn't.)

I thought you might see it that way. Here, sprinkle some flour on the cutting board so the dough doesn't stick.

[Wait was Han... Oh right questions.]

It's the little bottle labeled "cinnamon," incidentally.

Oh... why not? [He follows, a light smile hovering over his features.]

Come off it!

[He blinks a few times, sipping at the drink before he attempts to answer. His voice comes out smaller; more vulnerable than he'd like.]

You don't owe me anythin'. Least of all answers.

Haha, that's real fun- (oh, it's right there.) ny.

(he reaches up for it, but doesn't hand it over to him before sniffing it and coughing.)

[Klarion starts to sprinkle the flour on the cutting board.] What should I do next?

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