action + bbs

[espio]

[Don't even ask where Espio managed to acquire these, or why he, of all people, has decided to put them up... but as of 5am, the dormitory corridors have been decorated with twinkly fairy lights. As someone from a place where Christmas is A Big Deal (yet mysteriously with no Christianity), the place is just not Christmassy enough, dangit. And when you can't sleep, what do you do with yourself at 5am?

Oh, but it wasn't him. Honest. Somebody else who can turn invisible put them up. Now that the actual morning has arrived, he's just observing them in shock - shock - that someone put flashing lights everywhere.

Now, if only he could convince someone that a tree was a good idea...]

[BBS]

I see the the corridors are suitably blinding for the season.

What's next? Someone gonna start blasting Christmas music through the intercom? Dump tinsel and glitter everywhere? Or maybe haul in a tree from somewhere, I dunno, what other stupid Winter holiday traditions are around?

As long as there's mince pies, I'll put up with anything.

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[thatched]

Of course. What kind of pudding is it? [he can figure out a way to plan the rest of the meal around it. Make the pudding a centerpiece somehow]

[espio]

A Christmas pudding.

[A Christmas pudding is a Christmas pudding.]

[thatched]

[That...doesn't tell him a lot]

Care to elaborate? Color? Taste?

[espio]

[Huh?

Oh, yeah, different worlds, different traditions... ugh. Maybe he just takes it for granted that those who know about Christmas share the same traditions... at least Sonic had the same traditions, and he was from an alien world too!]

It's a traditional one.

You know - sweet, spiced, with dried fruits and so much alcohol it keeps for a year. I used brandy. You're actually supposed to age it for a while, about four or five weeks ahead, so I kind of already made it. I even put the coins in - they're for luck if you find them in your serving.

When you serve it, you douse it in brandy and set it on fire.

[thatched]

[sounds like a damn good pudding if you asked him. Plus one that Ace would like] Seems like it'd take work to make something like that. [he can't wait to taste it]

Do you do much with dessert kind of things?

[espio]

Desserts? Not very often, I have to say. Don't get much reason to make deserts.

[thatched]

Then clearly we should have dinners more often. Make some new traditions, aye?

[as it wasn't as if they had much of a choice]

[espio]

Unfortunately, we all have wildly different schedules, but I wouldn't be against us all gathering for a meal maybe once a week or something.

[thatched]

That sounds reasonable. We can work together...

[espio]

Maybe on a Sunday evening.

[thatched]

Agreed. But maybe starting
next month. [this month he's already up to his eyeteeth in prep work]

[espio]

Sounds like a plan to me.

The problem is herding everyone else, but I suppose the food will serve for temptation.

[thatched]

If not, I'm not opposed to a little light kidnapping.

[When is he ever?]