Dec. 23rd, 2017

irish_vagabond: (sunscreen)
[personal profile] irish_vagabond
The door opens on a blazing noonday Texas sun.

Cassidy hustles inside, shoulders hunched against the brightness, grumbling and muttering irritably through his teeth. He stops short for a second or two when he sees that he's in Milliways and not the church.

Well, good. He huffs a breath and closes the door behind him, shutting out the sunlight.

Oh, right: Cassidy is wearing a straw rice paddy hat and is bundled up in a Southwestern patterned blanket like a poncho. Under that he's only got a flimsy bathrobe on, and his pajama pants (with little blue animals on them) are tucked into his boots. Also, the almost ever-present sunglasses.

This is fashion out of necessity, folks.
guppy_sandhu: (cmere)
[personal profile] guppy_sandhu
The presence of the ghost sneaking up on him has started to get less scary. But perhaps it did nudge Guppy into doing something about his 'wimpiness', as Brooke calls it.

Perhaps that was what prompted him to go out today and get her the only item on her Christmas list she really wanted. Something she'd been asking for for over a year and he'd always said no.

He hadn't intended to bring it to the bar, but had to duck out of the way to avoid Brooke as he came home tonight. He sets the little plastic box with holes in on the bar, and peeps at the inhabitant through the side.

"Kind of cute up close, I suppose."

The tiny corn snake flicks its tongue at him.

Guppy spots the jar of resolutions on the bar in front of him, gets a piece of paper and writes:

'I will try and be at least slightly cool.'

He doesn't notice the ghost slip away. Instead, he gets a drink, and watches the little creature.
electro_kinetic: (thank jesus ramen)
[personal profile] electro_kinetic
When Noriko comes in with boxes and gift wrap, it's pretty obvious what she's doing: when she pulls out a container of delicate glass snowflakes (yeah, she made them all) separated by careful layers of bubble wrap, it might be less so. But she works her way through the few things to wrap, each impeccably done in a simple but careful Japanese style, tied around with knots made in paper cord. This, too, she does to the snowflakes, which each go into cards (there are a lot more of those) and are slid into envelopes, all addressed already.

Few people get gifts, left at the bar for the next time they come in, but everyone she's talked to more than about twice gets a snowflake and a pretty card.

She's totally interruptable while she's wrapping stuff.
is_the_motion: (shocked)
[personal profile] is_the_motion
[oom: It's a very busy Christmas in the Murdock houshold, with wanted guests and less welcome ones too.

CW: mild sexual references and references to child neglect]
angry_friendship_wolf: (01: Sad)
[personal profile] angry_friendship_wolf
[01 OOMs: Just after all of this:


Leading the group through the desert gets off to the rockiest of rocky starts, and then things get worse.

Later, Yamato ends up at a particular restaurant.]