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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

[hexappeal]

Then I'm glad the sentiment's not lost on you. [Whether she meant the little show of affection or the drink is anyone's guess.]

I realize that's probably very personal. You can put me on the spot and ask something in return, if you'd like?

[allbloodyhail]

[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.

[hexappeal]

That isn't what I said. It's an offer, not an expectation. [She just doesn't want to blurt out an awful biography full of such useful(-ful, +less) info such as her birthday and astrological sign.] You should at least ask me who my favorite proto-punk musician is -- and it's The Modern Lovers, by the way.

[allbloodyhail]

[That startles a laugh from him, drinking from his cup and leaning against the opposite arm of the sofa now.]

Yeah? Always thought Richman was overrated, personally...

[hexappeal]

He's underrated, over-loved. I'm sorry that you don't appreciate how cute he is, but I think you'd have to be a woman to really dig it. [His solo stuff isn't quite the style she digs, but he's precious and romantic and sigh.]

How do you feel about Joy Division? [She remains comfortable, although not lounging quite as much as him.] Mind you, I will strike you if you say anything negative.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah, yeah, they're alright. [He snorts.] Really, who could hate 'em? And we could go back and forth all night, sweetheart. [Waving emphatically with his hands now. Good job Zatanna you got Spike to give a shit about something. Again.] I'll say 'Lou Reed,' you'll say, 'T.Rex!' but in the end it's just a pissing contest. Not that I mind a good clash of egos, every now and again, but let me ask you this -- When did punk start?

Personally, I think it was there all along. It's more of a feeling than anything put to a tune, isn't it. It's blood and guts and love and just, yeah. Raw.

[hexappeal]

On the contrary, I prefer Lou Reed to T.Rex! [She does mean to be obnoxious, but at the same time she genuinely means what she has said.]

The genre of music is different, yeah. But I don't think it needs to be loud and anarchistic to be punk, just like you said. Poetry can be punk, novels can be punk. It doesn't have to be dressed in leather and covered in puke. [But it doesn't hurt.]

[allbloodyhail]

[He considers not saying anything, going quiet for a stretch. Taking a sip of rapidly cooling cocoa he makes a face and sets it down. Unless he already set it down in another tag in which case FUCK YOU for reading past comments ok.]

Poetry, huh? What do you know about poetry? [It's said conversationally, not antagonistically, Spike just speaks really directly and like an asshole. Newsflash.]

[hexappeal]

[Continuity is safe, you didn't!! And NO FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME LOOK!! Anyway, she gently pulls her legs up and under her body, curling closer inward.]

I know what I like and what I don't. I like a lot of classics, but there's plenty of modern poetry that I enjoy. Rimbaud's a favorite and a gal like me would be remiss to dislike Baudelaire. I suppose the French movement is probably my favorite period of poetry.

[allbloodyhail]

Fuck the French, they're a bunch of Nancies. Think that's what I'm obligated to say, anyway. [hint of a smile, which means he has them in his dusty library collection ok. on his gummy bug spaceship.]

[hexappeal]

Nah, although it's proof they've always been pretentious assholes, isn't it? [A beat.] I love Poe, but I worry people expect that of me.

[allbloodyhail]

[Something flickers behind his eyes.] Even if they don't admit it, I doubt there's anyone who really dislikes his work.

I'm pretty sure he was a vampire, good ol' Ed.

[hexappeal]

I think people forget that despite the morbidity in some cases, he truly was an excellent writer. Arthur Conan Doyle used C. Auguste Dupin as an inspiration for Holmes and even said they were superior, after all.

[That doesn't seem to perturb her.] Wouldn't doubt it.

[allbloodyhail]

He would say that. [He's trying to keep a straight face, but of course he's never met either of them. Admired them as a boy, though, without question.]

[hexappeal]

[She can't say either way, so he can make up whatever he wants and she'll basically have no option but to believe him. Unless it's really outlandish, then she'll probably just make fun of him tbh.]

So?

[allbloodyhail]

So... nothing, huh? Was just saying. [He shrugs, a touch defensive now that he has nothing to hide behind. He pulls out his cigarettes and looks at them, rather than at her. He's not even fiddling with the pack just kind of staring; looking a little distant.]

What's the weirdest thing that ever happened to you?

[hexappeal]

Show-off. [She likes it, though. He's transparent as glass this way and while she could read the little gestures, there's something about this sort of defensiveness... ugh.]

That's actually a really difficult one. A few years back there were all these super villains that would start a ruckus near where I was living or performing, trying to become my arch nemesis. Some of them just wanted me to touch them. It went on for a pretty long time. [She really thinks on it, leaning forward.] I guess most things in my life are "weird," by most people's standards. It's really subjective.

[allbloodyhail]

Yeah... [He turns away for a second, his gaze catching on the flowers for a beat too long to be casual. He sure was a moron. Spike looks over the cigarettes and meets her eyes this time, though it's clearly not an easy task for him.] Subjective doesn't even really cover it though, does it? Everything that happens to us is weird, huh. I mean m--you. I mean you. [Goddammmit]

But I'd be lying if I said I didn't know the feeling.

[hexappeal]

Us. [She doesn't realize the implication of the word in this situation, but it's fitting.] Well, you're a vampire, I'm a magician. Just how it goes, right? Normalcy is always few and far between and when it hits you? That is the weird thing.

[She glances over at him, an almost smile on her lips.] Right?

[allbloodyhail]

[He just nods, looking a little more miserable than he did a second ago. Ie it's not very noticeable.] Can't remember the last time I felt it, if I'm honest.

jesus christ we should just start a new log

[hexappeal]

Normal is subjective, then. For us, normal is... what other people have. [There's a touch of longing in her voice as she stares at the wall instead of him again.]

lmfao but :( we're not through with this one

[allbloodyhail]

[He snorts, and before he can stop himself, the worlds spill out.] You sound like Buffy.

LMAO now we definitely can't stop this, you dick!!!

[hexappeal]

[She almost fires back an immediate, almost practiced reply before looking almost confused.] ...Summers?

i am not a dick gosh

[allbloodyhail]

[His eyes flew open wide and he leaned closer instinctually at that name.] It's not exactly a common name.

...She was here?

LIES LIES LIES YEAAAAA-AAAH

[hexappeal]

[She doesn't inch away, just minusculely raises an eyebrow.]

She was my assistant for some time.