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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).

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No, of course not. I'd hate to cramp your style.

[Zatanna hadn't particularly noticed that one "fault," of hers. Perhaps it was because she was around the dead, herself, somewhat frequently. Of course... in her case, the dead usually would talk to you or try to stab you or something. (She'd rather be weird than not any day!)]

Ah, that's good. And the animals have yet to assault you with big eyes and sad sounds? Or did my entrance scare them off?

What a cruel hostess, that would make you. [ He says it with half-amusement, but his eyes lilt over the rest of the kitchen, reaching out to pluck the glass from her fingers, taking it in his own, before he actually went through the process of sampling the fermented fruit in the way an expert would.

Somehow, it didn't look pretentious or out of place on him, his expression even, like he was honestly savoring the moment as he sipped at it, and he was.

The Shade really could be called a lush, if all things were to be taken into consideration. Especially when it came to food and drink. ]

Thank you, my dear. [ And after a second moment, his lips quirked into a devilish grin, sharp and bright, despite a form that always seemed to just absorb the shadows around him. ] And you hardly have to withhold drink to prompt that sort of a response.

Assuming this was a party, yelling would only enliven it. What kind of parties do you go to that are quiet, Gil? [Boring ye olden timey parties, she bets. But who knows? Considering the way he acts, he might have been traumatized by some really awesome party at some point in his life. That makes as much sense as anything else, doesn't it?]

I'm glad you came. Could I get you something to drink, maybe? I was going to go make some tea.

Bet I can pick out the very specific one that makes the enchantment work.

[Zee is a little shocked that it's the phone that goes (kids and their cellular mobile phones!!) and shifts to sit beside her after the beverage changes hands.] So, how's it hanging? Anything new?

Seems right up my alley, don't you think? [She seems to take that as a compliment of sorts. Even as a joke, it's somewhat gratifying to her.

Zatanna lets the glass dangle by the stem between her fingers, cupping it gently as she moves away from the counter and pulls out a chair at the somewhat modern table in the kitchen. It's much too small for all the occupants to sit down at once, but she'd bought it when it was just her and John. In retrospect, it wasn't a bad decision. The dining room was just as well for larger groups and this set off the kitchen nicely.

She slides a little down the chair as she stretches to reach the one across from her with her foot, nudging it far enough away from the table that he can comfortably sit in it. She remains slouching for some time, a bit of an odd thing to witness while dressed as nicely as she is at the moment. Zatanna seems to be aware of this, however, and that acts as the reason behind it.] No, I'm more the type to withhold affection like an awful parent or significant other. I'd ignore you until you were desperate for it.

[The dog in question makes a half-interest 'hrrr' noise, but doesn't get up or even really look up. If he runs into the other puppy though it'll be play time for sure!!!!!!!!!!

Ned just shrugs his way into her kitchen and smiles. Though it's not a real smile, he is at least grateful to be here and away from things that remind him of home.] Gingerbread?

Of course. [he replies a little too quickly] I mean, you are... kind of well known. [oooh mista flash ohhhh u/////u]

I brought some pie, if you're interested.

[He nods, seeing how quickly Mitch withdrew himself. He realized they might have something in common, after all BESIDES THEIR ROBOT HEARTS OK.]

Right, of course. Do you have anything good planned for Christmas?

Hm? [He turns around, half a cookie hanging out of his mouth. A GOOD CHEF ALWAYS TASTES HIS FOOD GOD. And he can't eat his pie Han :( ]

Not today, Han. Though I brought some lemon meringue from the Pie Hole if you want some. [He gestured vaguely, not to be distracted from the task at hand.]

[Awww, Digby. He's such a cutie. She'll come and smother him with attention and affection later. For now, it's sleepy time for him and Ned time for her.]

You bet. [She puts the pies on the kitchen table and cleans up a little so it's not a disgusting pig sty (though who really would call cookie dough such?).] Promised the kids we'd make gingerbread houses. And I happen to like it with a cup of tea or coffee.

Well, don't hold back. Put me to work. [He's working up to a better smile, but still isn't there yet.] Tea sounds perfect.

I'll save the rest for the others then. Thanks a lot!

[ Finally, after he's finished talking, he swallows. ]

I thought you said you were retired!

[ Shade wouldn't tell anyone, right?

Oh wait, most of the rogues gallery here knows his secret identity anyway. ]

Who and who? [ And then she answers, and he just says ] Oh.

Well awesome then! I'll have whatever you've got.

Aw man, I love pie!

[ Almost as much as he loves being famous. ]

Yeah, other guys with similar metabolisms. [The whole magic thing doesn't hurt, either. Just a flick of the finger and a few well-placed words and there's a veritable buffet up in these parts. He's probably running a little empty, so she does just that. Consider it an early gift!]

There's some pie in the oven on the warming setting, too. Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge; I don't think there's any soda, though. We usually stick to tea. [Because the two are comparable, right, Zee?]

What kind? I like chai with sweets, usually. Or darjeeling. [She gets to sifting through her tea jars. They're labeled on the outside, at least.] What are you up for? [She pulls out the two she'd mentioned, though who knows!! He could request chamomile from left-field!!]

I knew it. Brainwashing. Be strong, Mitch. It can only last until Christmas.

Are you from that town in Footloose or something. Do you know what dancing is.

I thought I found a baby in the house. And would have to raise it to be, like, my ninja minion. But urns out if you leave Chinese food alone long enough it just starts moving on its own. So. To sum up, I might be a murderer now. Technically.

[Finishing that statement off with a long sip of the drink.]

Edited 2012-12-27 22:41 (UTC)

Puppy!

[Yup. Hold on, bro. April has to adjust her holding things situation enough to be able to pet Digby for a moment before looking up at him.]

And pet.

[She listens intently, but her expression makes it obvious that she's barely following any of this, if even.]

I think I should go get more alcohol. [That seems like an adequate response, although she isn't taking any motion to get up and get anything else to drink.]

Wha-at, you can mix frosting like paint?? [Mind, blow.] Rhombus, weird lady! Uh, probably less blue, she's not a dead cookie troll or anything.

[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?

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