Multicharacter Christmas EP!

[hey35andholding]

Clementine Can be found drinking a deadly-looking bright red punch while eating blue cheese wings in a low-cut red top and santa hat, a pile of presents for her compatriots sitting beside her. The wings are totally delicious. You should come and share them.

Dixie is approaching the karaoke machine with curiosity. Seems that nobody warned her about it. Want to do so or watch her downfall instead?

Pinkie Pie Is enthusiastically helping to decorate the bar at top speed, shedding pine needles and red velvet flocking as she goes. Watch out, you might get bowled over!

Eponine is watching people pass by with wide-eyed wonder. It's been years since she's experienced Christmas firsthand instead of as an outsider, and she has no idea where to begin treating herself. Help her out?


[OOC: Instaslows are in effect! Happy holidays, guys!]

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[street_sparrow]

"Happy Christmas, 'Ponine", says her brother, dropping beside her and holding out a wrapped gift.

[ooc: what's inside it is up to the mun]

[rudderless]

Eponine gives him a quiet smile. "Jumpin' the gun, Gav; my present for you's back upstairs."

She does rattle it lightly before tugging at the bow..

[street_sparrow]

"Ah, I can wait. But it's Christmas Day, it's not jumping the gun."

He watches expectantly for her to open it.

Let me know if you'd like me to switch up the gifts!

[rudderless]

It takes her a few minutes to pull it open - he's done a good job with the tape, which is still an unfamiliar and unknown object to her.

There are multiple gifts within the slim package - paperback books in their mother tongue, a lovely pale blue shawl made of silk, and a bag of violet-flavored hard candy. She smiles. She may or may not have rambled to him that the notion of such candy sounded appealing to her at one time or another.

"Thank you," she says, and reaches for him to hug.

[street_sparrow]

[ooc: they're perfect!]

Gavroche hugs her back without a moment's hesitation, tightly.

"I thought you'd like them all. I know your reading's got a lot better."

[rudderless]

"Love 'em. After we eat you'll get yours." Her choices for him combine the fanciful with the practical, and are mostly inexpensive as she hasn't the money to spend lavishly on him. "Been practicing plenty,"she says. When the world thinks you're dead you have all the time in the world after all.

[OOC: Ee good!]

[street_sparrow]

He doesn't care about inexpensive. What matters is they came from her.

"Been doing it on your own, or did you find a teacher?"

[rudderless]

"About to start looking for a teacher for some other things," she admits. "But mostly it's been just me."

[street_sparrow]

"Other things?" Gavroche asks curiously. "What other things?"

[rudderless]

"Dance, manners...firing skills." Why not?

[street_sparrow]

"Firing skills?" He raises his eyebrows. "You want to learn to shoot? Well, I know a few people who could teach you that..."

[rudderless]

"More like I want to be real keen with 'em," she says. Eponine can definitely shoot a flintlock by herself, but, "modern pistols're different from what we got back home. Wanna learn how to keep up with the people here."

[street_sparrow]

"They're actually easier, I've heard. Not so much of a recoil, and not as likely to blow up in your face."

[rudderless]

"The better to keep your sight and your skin," she says. She's seen far too many instances of poorly-handled guns going off and marring people for life.

[street_sparrow]

"Exactly. And they've even got some with things to help you aim."

[rudderless]

"Like what?" Eponine wonders. She's only heard of modern machinery, after all.

[street_sparrow]

"Sights so you can see what you're likely to hit if you fire right that moment. Even bullets that can find heat."

[rudderless]

"Have they made heat-seeking bullets, then?" she's curious. Sounds interesting, and she wouldn't be shocked if they have.

[street_sparrow]

"They have." He doesn't like the idea so much, but then he doesn't like guns in general. "Saves on wasted bullets, I s'pose."

[rudderless]

She shakes her head. "Guessing all of this waring's gotten us nowhere."

There is a mild prickling of her skin at his words. She's heard of his death, in that other time, but she doesn't like to think of it, how it might have been prevented were she drawing breath.

[street_sparrow]

"Doesn't seem like people ever stop warring, somewhere or other."

[hoochedseal]

Sam sneaks up behind Clem to snag a wing off her plate.

"Boy, Santa's a lot hotter than I remember."

He's totally not looking down her shirt. except he totally is.

[hey35andholding]

"Santa spent twenty bucks on this bra, she'd better look hot." She automatically leans back into his chest, because he's comfy.

[hoochedseal]

He wraps an arm around her and kisses her on the head.

"You look like a million bucks, baby."

(His other hand is busy stealing more food.)

[hey35andholding]

She's waiting for him to start stuffing it in the front pocket of his shirt - hey wait, why didn't she think of that one first?

"As always. And you look..." She has to shift around to look him in the face. It takes some struggling and she's all elbows for awhile. Then she sees him and lets out an undignified hoot. And grabs his ass. This is Clem for 'very good'.