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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

[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.

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). ]

[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. ]

[foreshadower]

Ah, so you weren't?

[ Now color him curious. He leans forward just a bit. ]

My apologies, I thought you had. Who came first? Was it Barry Allen?

[ex_loveknot297]

Thank you.

[Vesper nods and heads into the living, quietly observing the mansion. It's quite an array of animals and a bit of a maze to navigate from the looks of it. She's decided that she wouldn't want to be walking through this place alone.

She wonders, for a few moments, if this sort of thing is normal in Zatanna's world. It probably is.]

[invoking]

What? [ Okay, now he knows she's messing around. ]

[ecphrasis]

[She is just about to set the cookies on the counter when there is a rush of air and then--someone beside her? She's never dealt with a speedster before, and her shock is evident on her face: Molly's eyes go wide and she visibly starts.]

O-oh! Um, well. Thank you?

[ecphrasis]

[Molly excels in being cute, even if she fails at many other social interactions--well, in terms of humor. It's a mortician thing, okay.

The bottle of wine is a nice addition, but she's really just happy to see Zatanna. This is her house and she is the hostess, after all! The brunette grins and waves back, cookie in hand.] Hey yourself! And not much I just got here.

[hexappeal]

Hey, no problem. [She's a little louder calling back than she needs to be, but it's all in good fun. Zatanna grabs (or more correctly, beckons them from a cupboard and allows them to float down to a counter top) two particularly expensive, particularly pretty-looking wine glasses and removes the cork from the bottle (also in a similar magical fashion before pouring them by hand.

She sips from her glass as she walks into the living room with a touch of swagger, moving to place one before her guest on the coffee table. The one that's already been drank out of remains in her hand as she takes a seat adjacent to Vesper.] It's really quite good, although I tend to prefer them on the more bitter side.

[centralsgreatest]

I keep hearing about this Barry guy, geez! Nah man, the first was the guy who inspired me. Wears a tin hat?

[centralsgreatest]

[ He snatches another, too fast to see and more importantly too fast to stop. And he talks with his mouth full. ]

How many of these you got? I don't want to eat 'em all but I tell ya my stomach is bottomless.

[foreshadower]

[ You can almost see his eyes light up. ]

Jay Garrick?

[centralsgreatest]

Does nobody have a secret identity anymore?!

[ That's a yes. ]

[foreshadower]

Not to me, if he ever did. You must understand, Flash, that I am privy to many things, some of which include secret identities. Mr. Garrick is well aware that I know who he is.

[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.

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[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.]

[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!!!!!!!!]

[onetouch]

Do you need some help? [Ned calls from the front yard, hands cupped around his mouth in hopes that James can hear him.]

[onetouch]

[Ohmygodit'stheFlash. He tries not to stare but. :( The Flash man. The Flash.]

I didn't know you were a friend of Zatanna's... [That's a lie, also Ned is slowly inching closer so as to make a less awkward introduction.] I'm Ned. [He offers his hand because Wally is wearing gloves also he's THE FLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[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?

[onetouch]

[He allows the hand-shaking, briefly, though he's clearly uneasy about it. He's just grateful for gloves. Though it is a bit cool to be on handshaking basis with the mayor. Or something. He has no idea.

And then he realizes Mitch asked him a question.] What? Oh. I just got here. Have you seen her? Zatanna, that is.

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[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. ]