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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

[viced]

Yeah, I saw her a little while ago. I'm sure she'll swoop in soon enough, she has this weird sixth sense about these fucking things.

[ He says it with a tone of fondness, his handshake just as quick as Ned's. He's more than happy to slip one hand right back into his pocket. It's almost as if human contact isn't his favorite thing to indulge in. ]

[waiting]

[ What the fuck, Mitch, he's Zee's friend too! Or at least he gets to call her Zee now. He's definitely Larsa's friend, anyway, and maybe Bond's. Either way, he has just as much legitimate reason to be here as he does. He raises a brow at Mitch and waves back, though he doesn't immediately come over -- he's putting the presents for Zee's household under the weird dimensional wormhole tree, though he's seriously considering taking Bond's present for himself. Hands shoved in his pockets, he eventually meanders over to Mitch, cheeks and nose still reddened from the cold. ]

That's new. [ He nods at the drink in Mitch's hands. ] Spirit of the season finally catching up to you?

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.

[centralsgreatest]

If that was supposed to be comforting, it wasn't.

[centralsgreatest]

Nice to meet you Ned. I'm the Flash, fastest man alive. [ And e proves it with a vigorous handshake. The secret identity thing is just so natural to him. ]

Yeah, Zee and me go way back. We leaguers gotta stick together.

[hexappeal]

[She isn't sure if this'll make things easier on him or not, considering most people do know him as the Flash but not as this Wally. She hopes that he's safe from a case or ten of mistaken identity.

She doesn't find him so much as he happens to end up in the same room as her at some point. She had heard the door open, but people come and go all the time, including those that don't live here. It takes half a second for his presence to register and her eyes widen in both surprise and delight before she approaches and wraps her arms around his neck to give him a squeeze.] Hey, there.

[Thankfully, it doesn't linger enough to make it awkward.] So, could I interest you in some sugary-treats? Or maybe something a little stronger?

[hexappeal]

Hey there. [She doesn't seem to mind that she has only a moment to react and needs to drop what she's doing, but only because it's Ned. Only because he is awful at being secretive.

She doesn't approach Digby, but calls to him like she's greeting him as well.] And hello to you, too, Digby. [Thankfully, Hermes has grown out of the puppy stage for the most part. He's probably asleep elsewhere in the house right now. ANYWAY ZATANNA TAKES THEM THERE PIE-SHAPED GIFTS and goes back into the kitchen with them.]

[hexappeal]

[She just wants him to be like a kid. It's one of her goals, but he got older, really quickly. And now another year has passed... soon he'll be an adult. It's better not to linger on that thought, however. It's a touch depressing.]

Ah, you'll have to point them all out to me and tell me about them, when you're finished!

[She gets him some hot chocolate anyway, adding little marshmallows in it (the squishy kind, not the freeze-dried) and sets it near his right hand before she takes a seat beside him.]

[hexappeal]

Oh. [She delicately places (mostly) clean fingers against her jawline.] I suppose I'll have to find a replacement, then. At such short notice, this is going to be a real trial. Are you sure you can't remain just a little longer until I find someone else?

[She allows her hand to slip to her apron and wipes both of them against it a little roughly before untying it and moving to the sink to give her hands a quick wash.]

There's always time for baking. It's good for stress relief, I think. [She turns off the faucet and dries her hands before smoothing out her dress and brushes up past him to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of white wine from it. She shuts it with a bump of the hip.] Any time is a good time. [She grabs a corkscrew out of a drawer, but struggles with opening the bottle. To draw attention away from that, she continues to talk conversationally.] I normally go for bitter wines, but this is a really nice one. Definitely more suited to this time of day.

[centralsgreatest]

Hey Zee! Merry Christmas! [ He arrived with a jaunty Santa hat, but that won't last long. He gives her a friendly squeeze before she lets him go. ]

What can you spare? You know me, I'll eat you out of house and home.

[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.]

[hexappeal]

Okay. We could just whip some up, but I'm going to show you something, here.

[She takes a bit of the black (because how else do you outline things?) and a whole lot more of the white and puts it in a bowl of it's own and begins to stir it together, adding a bit more white in. Then, just a touch of blue. She sets it down before him.]

That okay? Or are we talking lighter or darker?

[hexappeal]

[It isn't anything weird to her and not too unexpected. The girl is as white as freshly fallen snow, with a tinge of icy blue, so... eh.]

Zatanna. This is my house. We've, ah. Spoken before. [She wonders how long ago it was for her. She could have been ported out for ages, but she doesn't seem to have gotten much older, so... hrm.]

[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.

[carbonite]

(She's one of the few people that gets a smile on this horrible day, even leaning in for a kiss on the cheek.)

Miss Zatara, fancy digs as always.

[hexappeal]

[She might just lift her foot a bit off the ground when he presses his lips to her cheek. It's a natural reaction, you can't blame her for it.]

I can't help it. I hope you'll forgive me for being a show-off.

[ecphrasis]

[Wow she would offer them to him if he gave her a chance!! But just taking them is alright too, especially if she... can't see him do it. Molly manages to set the platter of cookies down on the counter after he's taken another one, and she turns to face him properly, trying not to stare at his, well. Bodysuit thing.]

Um, just these ones here...

[foreshadower]

Ah, but should it be? I'm a villain, remember? What shall you do when a villain knows your secret identity?

[carbonite]

Nah, it's actually kinda of bearable.

(it's a little smile before he hides it with that permanent frown.)

Can't tell anyone I said that, though.

[foreshadower]

[ He will watch her for a few moments, but pointedly looks away when she struggles with the bottle, instead focusing on the food. He even steps forward like he's going to get an early taste.

Like the Shade could resist fine food at any time. At least he doesn't really have the metabolism to bother with gaining weight. One of the better things about being an immortal shadow construct. ]

I can't argue with your choices. I will take some, if you're offering. [ He's definitely swooping in for some of that now.

He can't resist food, alright? ]

[hexappeal]

Happy Holidays, Fastest Man Alive-Man. [That was an awful joke, but she thought it was cute enough. Whatever, just don't address it.]

Please, you know I'm magic. Barry and Bart were living with me, I can handle whatever you throw at me, so to speak. [She forgot, for a moment, that he's a different Wally. She quickly remembers and --] Er, other speedsters, I mean.

[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.

[viced]

You ever try and tell Zee 'no thanks, I think I'll not drink'? It doesn't go over well.

[ He tips the glass anyway, a little bit of a conspiratorial flash of teeth, before he tips it back. It's half empty, and from the amount of condensation on the glass, it's pretty obvious he's been holding onto it for quite a while. ]

That doesn't mean I'm going to get fucking wasted or anything, so don't hold your breath. The season can only infect me so much before I'm going to tell it to fuck off.

[hexappeal]

[She prefers that he look away than help, as it is a bit embarrassing. Instead of continuing a losing battle, she gives the neck of the bottle a flick with her forefinger and magically induces the cork's removal, with a loud pop!] Ah, there we go! [And it flows into the glasses.

(Zatanna is lucky in that she's a fast metabolism and doing magic is just as good a work-out as, well... working out.]

No, I just thought I'd dangle it in front of you and mercilessly tease you until you collapse into a pile, screaming out my name again and again and again. [She couldn't help it. Zee thrusts a glass in his direction, giving it the slightest jiggle from side to side.] I'm afraid being a temptress is one of my foremost hobbies.

[hexappeal]

Killing you would be too much work. [Which is the truth. Even if he brought out the worst in her animals, effort versus sleeping and maybe scrounging up some treats... well, one clearly wins in that fight and it isn't the former.]

It's not so much a party as everyone that lives here is home and I guess conveniently a bunch of people we knew slipped on in. [It was kind of nice that some of them came and went like this. It was the closest thing she'd had to a family since her father died. It was the one thing that would make her hesitate to go home, if she was able to. Even if she was needed there.] But thank you.