milliways_bar | Dec. 24th, 2005

Dec. 24th, 2005

[OOM: 'Tis the season to be creepy. Well, if you're Crowley, anyway.]

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Sam bounds down the stairs, a basket in her arms, full of presents. She carefully places each one on the Bar, and tells who it is for. Then she races back upstairs. Jay Leno is on, you see.

[ooc: Gifts! From Sam! Are left for Jaina, Zekk, Tahiri, Andrew, Arthur (and Kenna), Fenchurch, Mel, Raph, Mike, Indy, Trillian, Jag, and Mal in that order! Get your presents and enjoy. Much love from the spaztastic one and her mun

edit! I forgot Remiel. I am so bad.]

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

[[ OOM: Training sessions - Separate times. Amanda Darieux and Lady Death. ]]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is a fireball, dancing around the bar. It continuously flashes red and green, dancing merrily, carefully setting nothing on fire.

One Opener is directing this fire ball witha finger, concentrating quite a lot on keeping it under control. It's not an illusion this time, and he's making sure he can keep control.

Have at!

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee is sick, and on a certain Milliversary, too. Kitt is given charge of distributing the Christmas gifts PeeJee got for Kitt, Michael, Karr, Bonnie, Eddie, Tim, Asar-Suti, Sunny, Sunny's Parents, Eska, and secondarily (because she knows them a bit, but not well enough to buy big gifts well or reasonably), Svava, Laini, Windows 95, Ray Stantz, Meg Giry, Kitty Pryde, John Sheppard, Indiana Jones, Anthy Himemaya, and River Tam.

And then, canon happens.

Peace on Earth and season's greetings.

cywyllog

The weather is doing odd things outside. Not even Cywyllog, in her drunken, half frozen state is nuts enough to stay out in that, so she stumbles back into the bar.

Somehow she manages to steady herself on a barstool, and returns not only the glass, but the empty wine bottle, just like she promised. She then folds her arms on the counter, and rests her head, shivering.

steadfastknight

Kitt had had a rather interesting last while. Spending the night in a hospital room in Boston was unexpected. But she'd done as PeeJee had asked. She'd gotten the bag of holding with all of her intended gifts to people in the bar and brought it in with her. Kitt also didn't expect the jeans-and-T-shirt outfit to suddenly change into a short-skirted, tall-booted she-Santa outfit.

"...It isn't Halloween," she complained to the open air.

inquisitivehero

Hank McCoy comes in from the Door, having been through early already, and settles onto a stiool next to the Bar and orders breakfast. When the tray is delivered, he begins to eat. Next to him is a slightly lumpy bag, not too large, but made of shimmery fabric. Have at.

knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com

Coming back in from the Stables, Sparhawk settles at the Bar and smiles. He brushes off a few snowflakes and glances around before turning his attention to Bar.

"Lady Bar, a plate of eggs, bread, cheese, and orange juice please."

The order is delivered and he tucks into it.

last-human.livejournal.com

So, a space bum walk into the bar.

In his early aftrenoon, half asleep daze, he makes it about halfway to the Bar before he realises that his leathers have been replaced by a wide skirted, extravagent dress (and army boots), and his locks morphed into an equally extravagent girly wig.

"What the smegging hell is goin' on?"

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius sits near the Bar, reading a book, and watching the room. His robes seem a little extra-shiny today and he is smiling as he reads.

prydeful

[OOM: December 24, Japan]

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

He blinks a couple of times, unnecessarily, as he opens his eyes. It appears that he has slept in the booth and is now, not quite sure whether it was intentional.

The first efforts of the morning are directed toward convincing himself that it was all a dream. And perhaps it was. He saw it several times over, in them, after all. But that broken glass, still on the table, is really doing nothing to reassure.

So there he remains sitting, head still in his arms, staring out at the bar and it's patrons, at nothing specific. He is frightened, and for once it may show. Come remind him that speaking to Satan is supposed to have ramifications, and that he got himself into this. He wont be very glad to hear it, but his mun will laugh.

forever-england.livejournal.com

Because mun isn't cruel and doesn't want to keep her three of her Bound pups unplayed and lonely over Christmas ...

Secretary of Defence James Heller (

sec_def) wanders back into the bar after another quiet night - and the first thing he notices is that he can see the door. He briefly contemplates leaving a note for Jack, but in truth, he just wants to get out of here. He needs to go home and find his daughter and see if she's alright. So he doesn't hesitate, just glances around the bar, then walks back into the White House for a long-delayed meeting with the President.

Ten mintues after that, Jason Bourne (

a_spy_adrift) looks up from his despondent examination of the exploding Universe outside the observation window - and when he sees the door, he picks up the ever-present bag at his feet and simply leaves. No qualms, he's desperate to get back and find his memories.

About an hour later, Bond walks in from the lake, where he'd been taking an early walk. He's been quiet because - well, this is the second Christmas without Tracey and it's depressing for him. It may possibly be preferable to getting fired by M, which is what had been about to happen when he came in...but no, not really. So he doesn't even stop for breakfast, which he's usually fastidious about. And there's no look back, he just walks straight out of the door and closes it quietly behind him.

[OOC: All back in the New Year when mun will stop playing with Evil and let the good guys have a run out, promise.]

animation-inc.livejournal.com

There's a Anita in the bar once again.

She's sitting there, looking at a catolog and her brows are furrowing. A frown on her face and she peers at The bar occasionally.

Come save her from her christmas insanity.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[OOM #2: Christmas at the Fawkes House (ages four and seven)]

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Venom sits in a booth, scowling.

Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep. Or maybe the santa hat that Bar has decided to place upon his head is finally getting to him. Yes, Venom is cursed, just as he was the night before, with a santa hat that simply won't go away. He's ripped it to shreds, 'accidentally' lost it, and even eaten it once or twice. No good. It comes back every time.

Come by and say hello, he wouldn't mind the company. 'Course, he'd never admit that.

grovecj.livejournal.com

OG coming downstairs; lets face it, things in Los Santos are hectic, and he needs a break, even more since he feels that some people he would rather see dead will be bothering him soon...

But right now, time for late breakfast. He would not mind company.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah had come in with her normal two boxes of stuff, still distributing gifts here and there as she saw people.

Bar, it seemed, had decided that she wasn't festive enough and had changed her christmas tree sweater and stripey socks into a full on Sugarplum Fairy tutu and tiara, spangles, scepter and all.

Surprisingly, onc she got over the shock, she just went with it, asking Bar for a couple things before settling herself in a booth with a flounce, keeping the scepter on hand for poking people with.

Grinning, perhaps plotting superhero inna tutu inna booth, she's got presents, go talk to her, really, she doesn't bite.

(got a bit of patchy time before off to do fambly stuff, then on again when I get home until I fall asleep. Tag away if you're good with slowtime)

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Dana somehow managed to drag Peter into the bar despite the season. He never liked Christmas for many reasons.
Until she pointed out that he did have some of his family and friends here.
He warmed to the idea until they stepped into the bar.

He was wearing THE outfit. Yes, Egon and Ray, THAT one. Only it's not a wig this time.
"Did I mention how much I hate this holiday?"
Dana tried to respond, but was too busy laughing.
She finally replied through giggles, "So this happen often?"
"For holidays. Bar's showing her quirky side again. And why aren't you in a costume?"
"Just lucky I guess?" She smiled, still laughing some at him while he fumed.

Current Music: Santa and His Old Lady - Cheech and Chong

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Already clad in complicated black and violet Ihlini robes for the parties he's got to attend later, Asar-Suti came in briefly and dropped a pile of small parcels under the Christmas tree: all books and movies, for Námo, Nerdanel, Guppy Sandhu, Green!Jack, Gil Grissom, Charlie Pace, Claire Littleton, Strahan, Gorlim, everybody who'd been on the gardening team, Kitt, Eddie the plane, PeeJee, Bonnie Barstow, Meg Giry, Bonnie Barstow and Ray Stantz.

The presents to the hosts of the Christmas parties he'll deliver in person; and Gil will get his in private, because it is very special.-

[[OOC: I simply nicked PeeJee-muns idea of listing the people and then having a journal post; that's much easier and less cumbersome to do than the conventional way. Thanks!! Also, if anybody wants to tag AS while he unloads his stack of parcels, they can, but it will have to be slowtime.]]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn approached the Bar, carrying a large load of packages. Receiving her present from Claire, she gave a small smile and began figuring out how to work a camera.

"Make sure they get these Bar."

( The gifties )

Then she retreated upstairs.

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is, again, in the bar. She collects hot chocolate (in a coffee pot sized mug), a plate of chocolates, and settles down in her favorite seat.

No sewing tonight. There will be time enough for that later.

cywyllog

Miserable Welsh princess still inna main bar. She has, however, managed to move from the bar itself to a couch. Stairs, on the other hand, are out of the question.

She's either very hungover, or still drunk. Cywyllog doesn't really know, but she's not freezing anymore, so that's progress. Bother at will.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche comes in through the painting, with the usual scan of the room for any sign of Mrs. Rowlands.

Before he's taken two steps into the room, he finds himself costumed as... a cat?

slayer_fray

It's a confident and unaffected Mel that walks down the stairs, which should surprise no one, really, for those that know her well enough to be privy to the hardcore thinking she had to do yesterday, also know her well enough to know that she doesn't really wear those thoughts on her sleeve...

..a sleeve which changes as she walks into the bar, her T shirt morphing into a light green tunic. Her pants disappear and are replaced by brown shorts - very shorts - over tights. A hat sporting a feather appears on her head, and the scythe on her back drops to the floor as the clothes change.

It's when she picks it up that she notices the change. for the scythe has changed most of all: the shiny red blade havign been replaced with a red and white hankerchief knotted in a bundle.

"What the rut?"

true_desire

OOM: Desire leaves some presents behind.

OOC: Sorry for the lack of Desire lately, folks. I've been going nuts before the Holiday, and I hope to get back on more this next week.

futures_of_ash

The door opens a slim, delicate woman steps in, blond, blue eyed and almost pixie-ish. She doesn't look around, she doesn't even seem to realize she's in Milliways. No, her arms are full of small packages and she moves with an almost marionette-like jerkiness. If anyone were to pay attention, to look, to notice, they'd see her eyes, blue as sky and as empty. Soulless.

A puppet being ridden by a higher power.

She lays the packages on Bar's surface, speaking only names for the recipients.

( Alanna )

( Archie )

( Arithon )

( Goldie )

( Hank )

( Indy )

( Magius )

( Max )

( Mel )

Once her arms are no longer burdened, teh girl blinks slowly and looks around with dawning fear, or as clos eto fear as one without a mind can come, and nearly runs to the exit door.

namo

A few hours spent with Nerdanel that morning had allowed Námo to learn the skill of wrapping gifts.

It was... an experience.

While he does have gifts for Lee, Gorlim, and Melkor, they remain in his room. Those were for later. For privacy.

What he does is leave with bar are gifts for Asar-Suti, Ramon and Random, and Abby Sciuto.

(Yes. The little sprite of a girl who amuses him with her odd drinks and stranger chemistry.)

( The Gifts )

He pauses for a moment, then speaks to Bar.

"I am unsure what I should give to Nerdanel. She is now expecting a child. Could you assist me, Lady Bar?"

A slim electronic device appears as Námo's tab depletes further. He picks it up, turns it around, plays a moment with the earpieces and the additional headset, and then shrugs, slipping it all into a pale purple bag for the Elf. He trusts Bar.

"Thank you, Lady Bar. Please make certain she receives it."

He gives her a bow and walks back toward his room.

bloodyrockgod

A stack of gifts makes its way to beneath the Christmas tree. Behind it is a smallish musician, who looks pleased and relieved when they're all in place.

Charlie has his guitar on a strap over his back, and once the gifts are safely stowed he sits near the fireplace and starts playing Christmas carols.

The best part of the season, after all, is the music. It's his gift to everyone.

scion-fina.livejournal.com

There's a Scion in the bar, curled up with a book and a mug of mint eggnog.

...Fina's a stick-with-what-you-like kind of girl when it comes to flavours.

She also looks far more cheerful than she did yesterday, although this is difficult to discern due to the overlarge red scarf she has wrapped around her neck and lower face. Occasionally the scarf is lowered by a few inches so she can take a sip of nog.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Anthony looked as if sleep had evaded him the previous night. It did. So he was slouched over the table of a booth, head resting on folded arms, with a latte steaming in front of him. On occasion he would wearily glance at the mug, as if he were considering drinking it, before his eyelids closed and he resumed looking dead to the world.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house...
Well, things were stirring because the Shadow never sleeps.

With thoughts for a Merry Christmas, Ishamael and his rat Azazel think on the future.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli's been a bit busy building the ceremonial Yule fire in his forge, but he emerges for this much, at least: to deposit a carefully packaged wooden box, embellished with carvings and limned paint, on the Bar.

"This, madam, is for Magius," he says, and then it's back to the Yule preparations.

(OOC: Am at parents'. Will be away until tomorrow most likely. So sorry. Assume Gimli's at parties anyway?)

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don't remember why I came

Candles raise my desire
Why I'm so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay
Freezing feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again

(OOM: (Millitimed from Wed to Sat) Draco takes Tim's advice and goes on a Vision Quest in the 'desert' with 'shrooms. He meets his parents, Tom/Voldemort, Danny, Sara, and the Indian snake shaman from BoM, and comes to some realizations.)

(ooc: One thread is still slowtimed, and still happy for one or two more. Thanks to all the muns who helped with this. *Luvs*)

the_antiangst

(In Milliways, brought to you my copious amounts of Millitime and slowtime: Angel distributes presents. Feel free to come and see if you have something, or just boggle at the Santa drag.)

the_lioness

[OOM: Millitimed to later this evening, Alanna gets an unexpected visit and present from Kitty. Not long thereafter, Adam meets said present, and they make plans for Christmas day.]

just_the_doctor

This is your Christmas mega-multi-pup entrance post.

At the bar, with tea and biscuits, is the Doctor, just watching the bar with obvious pleasure. He loves it when people are happy.

The biscuits, by the way, were helpfully supplied by Geoff, who is a bit down the bar with a very large plate of assorted goodies and a small sign that says "HELP YOURSELF!"

Javier Vachon is sitting in a booth by the Observation Window, drinking a mug of warm blood and watching the destruction.

Daria is at a table with a glass of eggnog and an unopened gift.

In another booth on the other side of the room, Guildenstern and Benedick are chattering animatedly.

Molly, meanwhile, has a beer and a santa hat, the latter provided by Bar when she'd ordered the former. The hat on the table across from her.

ETA: Also, by request, Melkor is also around, watching the holiday cheer. The expression on his face is unreadable, but might at times go through confusion, disgust, and sadistic glee.

(ooc: eight pups. Have at.)

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

So Rabbit is, as Rabbit does, sprawled out over th'couch, apparently in a quite decent good mood. He's rolling a cigarette, sure, an' there would appear t'be a bunch've carrots nearby, but that surely ain't got nothin' t'do with anythin'.

[ooc: player's off ~~busily cleanin' up a room an' packin' for a trip, so it's just possible replies might be just a mite bit slow.~~ runnin' in-an'-out tryin' t'pack an' clean an' go face retail hours before Christmas, so if you tag again jus' keep in mind you might not get a tag back for a long, long time.]

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Sariel, too, leaves some gifts at the Bar's communal tree, before slipping back to Venice.

prydeful

[OOM: December 24, House of Arch]

ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com

Anoia was in the bar, spangly as ever, wearing yet another hogswatch apron, pockets full to bursting with little ribbon-tied bundles of various drawer-sticking objects.

It is quite possible that she'll give one or two to you if you can tell her what's in them, or y'know, just go talk to her.

(slowtime eminent, but had to drop her in just to keep my brain from breaking at my grampa's and family dinner, ditto for Clive momentarily)

unpossessed.livejournal.com

The angel himself is scarce today, and may well be scarce tomorrow, but everyone in the bar will receive, the next time they should happen to order anything from the Bar, a small box of six tiny chocolate truffles, half the size of normal ones, and the adults will also receive a cup of hot spiced wine.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was in the bar, over near the fire, smiling and sipping his cocoa, he missed being at home for christmas, but since he was stuck here, he was going to make the most of it, he had a sprig of holly clipped into his bangs by way of decoration, and was content just watching the celebrations going on around him.

Which isn't to say he wouldn't like company of course, he looks just about as relaxed and happy as he ever has.

undignified

Wes isn't entirely sure when this Earth holiday is, but he supposes it's soon, and he also supposes he ought to be getting things for a few people, if it's like Fete Week. Other people have given him gifts already, after all.

So he's sitting at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake and a sheet of paper with some scrawled names, which he's staring at thoughtfully.

Oh ... and he's wearing a very big, very bright and very absurd dress. Complete with pretty floral bonnet.

No, he has no idea why Bar's put him in this; he glances down at himself every so often and pulls a face.

"Kriffin' women's clothing again."

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

A bloke walks into a bar, shaking snow off his trenchcoat and slush off his shoes.

He goes to the Bar and orders a double Bushmills.

What? Even the Right King of All Bastards has to spend Christmas somewhere!

badinlatin

[By the lake, Mal has a conversation with Sheila-Na-Gig. Kinda sorta. Merry Christmas?]

super-xj9.livejournal.com

Jenny smiles shyly as she appears after pressing the button on her ITD, not quite looking like her normal self... like a redheaded teenager...

It's an early Christmas present to her.

With a happy sigh, she sits on a red stool, looking around the bar randomly.

Come say hi.

Mun's computer is grumpy and is liable to reboot whenever it decides to. Slowtime is needed.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

At some point in the evening, a small, solemn girl heavily laden with packages comes into the bar and heads for the Christmas tree.

A few moments later, she leaves, looking more than a little pleased with herself. As far as Mary is concerned, she has Done Christmas Right.

Each package is neatly wrapped in brown paper tied with ribbon, and accompanied by a note written in a round, careful hand.

( Dickon )

( Martha )

( Duo )

( Mightily Oats )

( Goldilocks )

( Midshipman Wellard )

( Ace )

( Archie )

( Ingress )

( The girl with the oranges )

( Anthy )

( Mr. Aphelise )

( Mrs. Rowlands )

abs-denham.livejournal.com

[oom: Disaster strikes in Holby, right on cue.]

Abs comes into the bar, wearing a less than conventional yellow luminous waistcoat with 'Nurse' on the back. He heads straight over to Bar.

"Bar, sweety, I need a bit of a favour. I need fifty pre-packaged sandwiches of various flavours and with at least some suitable for vegitarians, twenty five dairy milk chocolate bars and two very strong cups of coffee, to go. Guppy says he'll pay half of that until I can claim it back from work."

There is a slight pause before the food appears in a large cardboard box.

"Yeah, good thinking. Thanks Bar, I owe you one."

He sits down heavily on the bar stool, swigs at his coffee and feels something odd.

He looks down and sees something pink and fluffy.
Then he realises his trousers have been... replaced.
He stares down and looks at Bar.

"Er... bar, much as your sense of humour is appreciated amongst all this pain, suffering and death, why do I get the end with the udder?"

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Buying and wrapping presents be fucked. At least for now.

Goldilocks is at the bar in a belted suede jacket and jeans, with wine, cigarettes and three nights worth of contentment very apparent on her face. The tinsel is the only thing missing. Well that, and any morals—sexual or otherwise. This is turning out be a great Christmas so far...

petriedino.livejournal.com

The door opens and Petrie flies in.

And is rather startled to find himself dressed in a tutu, with a lovely pair of extra wings.

once_a_queen

Susan hurries in, smiling brightly, and places a Christmas present for Raven under the tree. It is a Father Christmas hat - it is green, not red.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Coming out from Sara's Christmas Eve party, Anthony was in a good mood and slightly tipsy. Which was why he stared at the door for a few moments thinking he had far too much to drink.

Because it was a door. Not a wall.

He blinked a few times and ordered coffee and stared and stared and stared until he convinced himself that the door was really there. He took in a deep breath and left his coffee at the bar. He was wearing his White Sox pullover, the same he'd been wearing when he came in. He had his wallet with him and everything he needed to walk back out. He didn't need to get anything else, did he?

At that thought, he ran back upstairs to retrieve the book he had left in his room, as well as a few items of clothing Bar had given him that he had liked. He would look awkward carrying these things downstairs, but hopefully he'd be let out at his home.

So, then, he didn't mind if people stared at him as he marched through the bar towards the door. Because he was going home. That was the only thing he needed to care about. Without looking back, Anthony opened the door and walked through.

---

Previously, he had left a few presents at the bar:

( Michelle Dessler )

( Elaine le Blanke )

( Sara Sidle )

( Gil Grissom )

( Jack Bauer )

( Doctor Gregory House )

[ ooc: let it be on the record that mun has no intention of adding the total of Anthony's gifts for the sake of her already fragile sanity. ]

Current Mood: indescribable

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is up in the rafters tonight. No, she's not on the ceiling, but just sitting up there, watching things below. It had never occured to her until recently this could be done. It's interesting looking at things from this height right side up.

Of course, she was on the ceiling earlier, and all the mistletoe has been moved around. Perhaps she missed her calling as a Trickster. Perhaps not.

Feel free to look up and notice.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam comes in, with Megan, and looks around for Charlie.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

The servants have a few days off, for the holiday. It's cold - in a metaphorical sense - in his empty house, and lonely besides.

So our Commodore isn't displeased when the door to his sitting room turns out to lead to the bar instead.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes in from Antar, with a carrier bag.

There's a leather knifesheath at his belt that wasn't there last time he came in.

badinlatin

[OOM: Mal while he's supposed to be asleep.]

smallestopener

Sometime earlier in the day, Tom brought Ingress to the bar with many, many presents for all the people Ingress loves.

She is not quite her chipper self, and they don't stay long, but she's happier once all the presents are spread out under the tree.

Since she's been rather cooped up in the House of Arch all week, so she's had time to make everyone on her list a beautiful glitter covered pinecone placed atop a paper plate with cotton balls on for snow. These creations rest on baskets filled with sugar quills,fizzing whizbees, pepper imps, Ice Mice, and chocolate frogs.

There is a pinecone and a candy basket for the following people:
River, Lilly, Mike, Meg, Raven, Eddie and Susannah, Mal, Amy, Anne, Alanna, Charlie, Brian, Faith, Wash, Mary, Crowley and Aziraphael, and 'Dora, Bernard, and Sunny.

Ones for Arithon, Lucy, and Susan are under the tree in the front gallery of the House of Arch.

Tom and Door haven't finished wrapping their presents. Even with wrapping charms, they've been a bit busy.

OOC: If I missed someone, they got a basket. Ingress has lots of friends.

lastgunslinger

[This morning, Anthony J. Crowley learns the true meaning of Christmas.

Except that he doesn't, because he's talking to Roland, who has no idea about the true meaning of Christmas. :D]

gorlim.livejournal.com

Most of Gorlim’s gifts this year, due to a… unique financial situation, are hand-made: carved pendants strung on bits of strong braided rope. They are as follows:

( Random, Ramon, Aeryn, Aziraphael, Chase, Kim Bauer, Jack Bauer, Nerdanel, Asar-Suti, Gil, Strahan, Mercutio, Guppy, Jack Frost, Mary Anne, Nita, Sarah Rainmaker )

[Gifts for Namo, Lee Castle, and his family will be delivered in person in OOMs.]

Current Mood: accomplished

scapepig

There are a couple of small parcels under the tree, wrapped in newspaper and something that looks like straw. Names are written in charcoal on the paper.

( comRadE RaY )
( comRadE hanK )
( comRadE lando )
( comRadE whiZkijacK (soRRY noT suRE how To sPell) )

There may be some interpretation required on some of the gifts. But then again, Snowball only learned what Christmas is the other day.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters the bar loaded down with presents. Each is carefully wrapped and left for the recipient*

( Wolf and Virginia )
( Wendell )
( Sara )
( Harold )
( Faith )
( Spike and Beth )
( Tim )
( Ace )
( Serenity Crew )
( Nick )
( Ray )
( Angie )
( Claire )
( Sawyer )
( Charles )
( Svava )
( Violet )
( Kitty )
( Meg )
( Alanna )
( Thursday )
( Lilly )
( Elaine )
*Snow heads back through the painting portal for a nice family Christmas as the mun recalls she needs to get up early tomorrow*

oneman_onevote

At the bar, there are gifts for Puck, Faith, Michael, Raven, Nita, Duo and Sariel. With Nita's, there is a short note with an offer of a demonstration or two in her gift's use, should her wizardry ever not be helpful in a situation.

gonna_live

Kaylee, briefly, sneaks in the bar to drop off some packages, with notes accompanying.

In purple pen.

With glitter around the edges.

( Presents for Aziraphael, Crowley, the Tonks-Wrangle clan, Lilly, Anthy, Eddie and Susannah, Mike, Moiraine, and Dream )

Then, grinning, she runs out again -- there's a Christmas Eve card game going fast and furious in Andronicus Crowley's living room, and if Kaylee hurries, she doesn't have to jump in late taking the worst score.

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar, looking pensively at the tree.*

*Yeah, he knows it's Christmas here, but he's having a little trouble getting into the spirit. Mostly because it's late May, back home.*

*He's only just realized that he's been putting off going home.*

*Come cheer him up, and/or distract him. He could use it.*

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, wearing... well, see the icon.
Hell, it's Christmas Eve. What more do you expect?
Anyway. Table, hot chocolate, and big, big bag of presents. And he's keeping an eye out for some people.