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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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[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?

[ He almost, almost jumps at the back slap, but offers his former bodyguard (and not the former turned current again bodyguard) a shaky smile, tipping his head a little and then turning to offer him a shoulder clasp. ]

James fuckin' Bond, so you're still hanging around, huh? How you been?

[Oh, lingering contact. Well. He... guesses he's cool with this, even if he does offer up the briefest of glances to the hand before covering with a broad and totally overacted smirk.]

Confused. How about yourself, Mitch? Keeping Bradbury busy?

[ Extended contact for Mitch, as per usual, only lasts for another two seconds, before he's drawing back. It's like he's trying to be human, but in some ways the distance he normally keeps is what trips him up. ]

Confused, huh? I'm as well as you know, usual. [ Which meant he was, as usual, working himself to death. Christmas be damned. ]

[The gesture is at least appreciated, however awkward it may have been.]

Will you be leaving your desk this Christmas?

Well, I have to get up for coffee, you know. It's something to get up for, isn't it?

[ He has a familiar, joking smile on his face, but he's mostly there to do the whole social obligation thing before slipping back to City Hall once more. ]

Mitch. Take that day off. Give your poor sodding bodyguard a chance to enjoy the holidays, even if you're too much of a grumpy bastard to enjoy them yourself. [Because Bond knows that Bradbury is just as bad (or actually worse) than he was for refusing to let Mitch out of his sight.]

What, you think I'm that fucking mean? [ He asks it, wide-eyed. Oh, he knows the score, but that doesn't mean he's going to admit that he would know it, even if he's well aware what would happen if he went to work, and who'd be there waiting even if he didn't say shit. ]

It's not like I'm going anywhere, dickhead. I'm not requiring anyone to pull bodyguard duty on fucking Christmas!

You are that fucking mean, yes. [Duh.

But whatever. Obnoxiously offering out his mostly full glass.] Drink?

Hey! [ He protests, but eyes the drink anyway. If there was one thing to make awkward social situations better, it was having a drink. ]

You don't happen to have a fresh glass, do you?

I don't have fucking germs. [Drawing the glass back towards himself before turning and walking off. Later Mitch. Oh, wait, no he's just going to get another drink like a good host.]

[ He waited, a protest dying when James walked away, only to find a second glass when James returns, and he even offers him a thankful grin. ]

Shit, it's nothing about germs, it's a matter of principle.

What principle? That you don't want to share? [He hands over a large mug, still steaming. It's good stuff, warm cider, rum, plenty of warming spices and piping hot. Good, festive stuff.]

Well yeah, there's that. [ He holds his in his hands, letting the warmth spread through his hands, but he let it cool for a few moments before taking a long drag. He would only wait so long, tongue dead to most hot drinks at this point, after drinking so much coffee. ]

Now that I've tasted this shit, I'm surprised you even offered to hand it over.

Virtually endless supply, we stocked up on alcohol for the winter. [Because both Bond and Zee are as bad as each other for drinking, at times.]

Nice of you to come, at least. Zee will be glad for the company.

Yeah, I'm sure she will. [ He almost, almost asks how they're doing, but he wouldn't know what to do with the answer, if he got it. Instead, he just shrugs it off, a wan smile lighting his face. ]

You know how it is, if I didn't show up, she'd probably force me here.

Mm, you'd find yourself here one way or another. [He agrees alongside a grunt, reluctant sounding and yet James looks oddly content right now. Like he's at home.]

[ He groans, a little disappointed with the sentiment. It's true, of course. Zee would force him here if he didn't come, and it was always easier just to let her have her way in small ways, unless he wanted to deal with sulking. ]

It's fucking true. At least this time it's on my turns.

It's just easier to agree with her in the long run. [Yup, James may be totally pussy whipped, but he realises it's the smart and hassle free way to live.]

I assume work has been keeping you busy?

Like you wouldn't believe. [ He didn't mind the distraction from Zee. He could agree with James, but he might be getting himself into deep shit if she heard him. ]

It's that time of the year, even if it has been blessedly quiet since the Vulcanus shit.

Oh, I imagine they'll be back eventually. I've been trying to get a feel from them as of late with little luck. Blood elusive bastards. [Which James doesn't seem too annoyed by. Impressed, if anything. He can appreciate some good secrecy.]

Shit, I'd be disappointed if they disappeared off the face of the earth. All that trouble and then nothing? That's not how it should fucking work. [ At least to Mr. I read comic books, that's how it should work. ]

So you'd rather we still have the threat of an anti-imPort group than have them simply vanish and leave us in peace?

Yes and no. I don't think it's possible for them to just disappear off the face of the earth. That makes me nervous.

What if some sort of vortex sucked them up? That'd be useful.

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