☇twelve.

[20thcentury]

[Jenny is standing in the lobby, cigarette in hand. She's also staring sourly at the giant Christmas tree in here, like it's a personal affront to her.

Occasionally she'll flick a cigarette at the thing before lighting up another one. It never seems to catch fire, though, which just makes her even more irritated.

She has her journal open nearby in case something interesting happens, and she turns to dictate toward it.]

Somebody tell me I'm not the only Scrooge in this place. I feel like I'm going mad with all this holiday bloody cheer. And we've still got weeks to go, sweet christ.

[She pauses to toss another cigarette at the tree.

Still nothing. Damn.]

Has anyone figured out the thing that makes everyone kiss yet? That'll be a welcome distraction, at least.

[ooc. open in person or over the journal, kissmas or general!]

Comments

Dictated!

[wheatdos]

[Honestly, hearing a similar accent probably is the only thing that will stabilize the hectic week he's had. With a swift dictation, it'd be easy to hear the bloke, out of breath and sounding absolutely miserable.]

Un-unfortunately not.
It's as if everywhere I go whatever it is... is... making me kiss someone. Whatever it is, it's doing a swell job at hiding itself, that-that's for sure.

You wouldn't happen to um, know when this... when this is over... would you?

yes!

[20thcentury]

This is my first Christmas here, but I reckon it'll end by then, yeah? At the very latest by January.

[he sounds a bit out of sorts, though...] So I take it you're not the kissing type.

[wheatdos]

Same. I never heard of Christmas till now, and it doesn't seem as "jolly" as everyone made it out to be during the summertime.

[Though that kissing comment gets a laugh out of him.]

Ummm... S-some days more than others. Definitely.

Let's just say I've kissed far too many mouths today... and I'd rather not think about where they've been.

[20thcentury]

Right. Especially since it looks like we can get ill now.

Are you not from Earth, then? [Or maybe an alternate Earth, that's possible.]

[wheatdos]

Oh-oh I am!
But that was back when I was an AI living in a science facility a million miles under the ground. Still an AI now, but I guess this is different. Being all humanized now.

We-we can get ill????

action :')

[separateways]

[Ada's coming down the stairs, but she pauses to watch this chick toss cigarettes at the tree. Classy.

She continues on down.]

Is it just one thing?

yes! :') would you like some kisses...

[20thcentury]

[Jenny Sparks is the epitome of class, for reals. It's actually surprising she doesn't have a beer in her other hand, but she's afraid the castle would turn it into wassail to spite her or something.

She glances over her shoulder at this woman.]

That's what I hear the tradition is, anyway.

all the kisses, pls

[separateways]

[Ada stops in front of the tree, folding her arms over her middle and looking up at it.

So tacky.]

You're not a veteran, then.

awww yeee

[20thcentury]

[Jenny looks back at the tree as well, puffing at her cigarette. She'll throw it in a minute.]

Of the Christmas kissing? No, I missed that last time round.

You're Ada, aren't you?

action and possible kissage? }

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam is coming in from the Pie Hole, and raises an eyebrow at the cigarettes.]

I'm not a big fan of the holiday either, but I never really considered resorting to arson.

yes!! i accept these things :')

[20thcentury]

[She looks over her shoulder at Sam's voice, lips pursed.]

It ain't arson unless the thing actually goes up in flames.

[She turns back to the tree, glaring at it.]

Which so far seems to be no small task.

[imnot_likeyou]

[head tips as he considers that for a moment.]

Attempted arson?

[20thcentury]

[Chuckling] Well, that's more accurate, anyway.

It can be a new Christmas tradition.

dictated;

[lord_wizard]

I don't mind it so much, but the holiday hasn't worn itself on me just yet, since it doesn't exist in my world.

dictated;

[20thcentury]

Lucky you. This isn't your first holiday here, is it?

dictated;

[lord_wizard]

No, I've seen quite a few. The third time I've been through this particular one.

dictated;

[20thcentury]

The third time! That ought to be twice too many for you, sunbeam.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia keeps at a safe distance, watching this woman try to set fire to the tree. ]

What is a Scrooge?

[20thcentury]

[Jenny glances over, taking a moment to place this young woman. She recognizes her as Lucrezia after a few seconds, but dang, she got really hot since the last time she saw her. Castle ...]

Scrooge is a character from an English story; he's sort of a miserly old man who doesn't like Christmas at all.

[heloise]

[ She grew into it! Once she is convinced the tree won't burst into flames, she walks closer, giving her a polite smile. ]

Do you dislike Christmas? Why?

[20thcentury]

[Jenny takes a slow drag off her cigarette as she considers her response, then chucks it at the tree, exhaling smoke.]

I'm not very religious. [WHICH IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT but she doesn't want to offend.]

[Action~]

[asseenontv]

[He looks vaguely put out by the cigarette flicking]

That is generally considered a fire hazard, you know.

forever!

[20thcentury]

[She glances over, tilting her head.]

Only when fire's imminent. I've been at this all day and haven't had any luck at all.

[asseenontv]

[And now he just looks kind of confused because personally, he loves Christmas.]

But...why would you want to?

[20thcentury]

Commercialism masquerading as a Christian holiday. A holiday which was actually appropriated from the pagans they conquered in order to better convert them and therefore better fill their coffers.

[This is all said rather matter-of-factly, as she lights a new cigarette.]