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[no_justice]

The door opens, as doors are wont to do.

And in flies a very curious arrangment, that might look very familiar to a small number of denizens, and only mildly familiar to the majority.

A sledge. Pulled by four large giant wild boars, huge and grey and bristly with rings through their noses and small piggish red eyes peering out over twisted tusks. The sled itself is menacing and dark and appears to have been hewn from large tree trunks, with crude grinning faces carved into the sides.

Sittting in the sleigh is a familiar face in a familiar outfit - except they're not familiar together. A fur tirimmed red outfit, curving over a stomach that is fat in the pillow-shoved-up-the-sweater way, a patently false white beard...

...and a sketal brow, over empty eye sockets from which two tiny blue lights are glowing.

HO. HO. HO.

[OOC: come and get him, folks. He'll be here all weekend]

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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats stares, wracking his brains for the proper exorcism.

[no_justice]

Stare too long and someone will always know you're staring.

The skull truns towards him and under the beard, it grins.

HAPPY HOGSWATCH.

[thatseemright2u.livejournal.com]

Jubal Early is enjoying a nutritious meal of protein and a mug of strong tea when the door flies open.

He watches the proceedings, with some perplexity. "Saint Nicholas. The reindeer came later."

Addressing no one in particular: "Santa Claus is from a tradition entirely separate from the stringing of Christmas lights, yet here is a Santa Claus with eyes that light up. Does that seem right to you?"

[no_justice]

Death regards him from under the hood for a few seconds, before, understandably asking:

WHO IS SANTA CLAUS?

[astral-brat.livejournal.com]

Ben peers over the edge of a booth with the look of a child who is confused but very, very curious.

At a loss for anything else to say, he goes for, "Hello again." Pause. "I think."

[no_justice]

HELLO.

Beat.

HO. HO. HO.

[latino_menace]

Ramon's at a table near the door, having an early lunch. And nearly chokes on his coffee when the sleigh rocks up. He gets the feeling this is not Santa. Not as he knows him anyway.

'You lost amigo?

[no_justice]

NO, The vision in red replies, in those tones that dont quite go through the ears. I'M NEVER LOST.

HO. HO. HO.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

By now, he is probably used to people staring at this ... appearance. Lust is no exception, but she does it with class.

[no_justice]

Actually, the straing is still something he has to get used to, being somewhat accostumed to being ignored. But he turns to her anyway.

HAPPY HOGSWATCH, he says. HO. HO. HO.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark''s seen a lot of Santa costumes. One of his best friends runs around in Santa drag. It's the skull that makes Mark boggle the not-so-dignified gape of a geek. He reaches for his camera, but somehow, he just thinks there's no way he could make this into anything even resembling a shot. Damn.

[no_justice]

The skull turns to the man with the icongraph and grins under the fake beard.

HAPPY HOGSWATCH, he says. HO. HO. HO.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"What are you doing?"

The raisins are set aside. This? Looks interesting.

[no_justice]

I'M BEING THE HOGFATHER, Death explains.

GOOD MORNING, JACK. HOW DOES IT GO?

[gone_byebye]

Exhausted beyond belief- for he's spent the past (hours? nights? days? hard to say) at work upstairs, Ray stares at the newcomer and his conveyance. Mostly his conveyance. One more weird biped around here is par for the course, but it's not often you (smell) see (SMELL) such beasts in here-

The word Eska used for her world's winter holiday springs to mind, and in Ray's exhausted state he can't avoid the powerful urge to giggle. "Hogswatch," he says when he's got the words again. "Of course. Hogswatch."

[no_justice]

OF COURSE, he says, turning a skeletal grin to the Ghostbuster.

HO. HO. HO.

[manofthecity.livejournal.com]

Carrot Ironfoundersson, too, has likely seen all of these things.

The combination is -- well, let's just say it's special, but it doesn't stop him from employing his usual calm smile.

"It's good to see you again, sir," says the Watchman.

[no_justice]

AND YOU, CAPTAIN, Death says with a professional nod. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PROMOTION.

[river_meimei]

River takes one look and shrieks, jerking back with her hands flying up in a clumsy defensive gesture.

[no_justice]

This is a more usual reaction.

Death merely continues to grin, if a littl awkwardly.

HO. HO. HO. HAVE YOU BEEN A GOOD GIRL THIS YEAR?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_myloveisreal/]

That had to be the most fucked-up Santa David ever saw.

The little boy robot stared. Who cared if that was rude?

[no_justice]

He doesn't really seem to mind the staring, or consider it rude.

HAPPY HOGSWATCH, LITTLE B... PER... LITTLE CHILD.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"SANDY CLAWS!"

Close to where "Sandy Claws" has entered, stand three disgruntled not quite human children.

The Rules of Christmas, as they've come to expect them to be, dictate that the more things given, the more things received.

There were fewer gifts received than given.

"WHERE. ARE. OUR-" Beat, as they stare up at "Sandy Claws" who looks a lot taller and skinnier than usual.

"You look dead." No emotion behind the statement, no query, nothing. Just a statement, nothing more.

[no_justice]

I AM DEATH, Death points out.

HO. HO. HO.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

"Ah! Santa-san!" There is one very cheerful OS approaching. She becomes a slightly alarmed OS as she gets closer and notices something not quite right.

"Ara ara! Santa-san, you're so skinny! Have you been ill? Oh my, perhaps I ought to get you something? You haven't been overworking, have you? You've been taking good care of yourself?"

[no_justice]

Death stares, as skulls tend to.

I WORK OUT ALL THE TIME. REAPING BURNS A LOT OF CALORIES.

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

Raptor Red has no real concept of holidays or anthromorphic personifications, and so she's not sure what to make of the newcomer. She does wish, though, that she still had her normal body so she could at least get a few more sniffs in. At least scents made sense.

But she's curious anyway, and decides to investigate, while Scribble, her chick, stares at the boars. "What are you?"

[no_justice]

The boars, perhaps surpisingly, don't seem even remotely intimidated by the chick staring at them. One even swivels an evil red eye towards him and snorts loudly.

The occupant of the sled, however, merely grins at the woman.

I AM THE HOGFATHER, he says.

HO. HO. HO.