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justicereigns) wrote2009-12-23 03:34 pm
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Christmas Party on the Lady Justice

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Smoker's marines "traditionally" have a Christmas party actual day/night of. Anyone on Lady Justice on Christmas Eve wakes up to it completely decorated in all things Christmasy, there's presents all over the place (gradually less as the day wears on) food, drinks, hot cocoa, all things festive. This year they're also throwing a surprise birthday party for Allen (blame Miranda) and between that, Smoker, Tashigi, and possibly other marines are going to be too busy to notice a couple of pirates running around (unless you poke them. Then all bets off.) SO FEEL FREE TO JOIN IN AND CRASH OR SHOW UP OR ANYTHING YOU WANT!!
They're stationed at Retwin Island to keep things peaceful during the tourist season and there's all kinds of super Christmasy/holiday things along the way. And some dreidels left over from Hanukkah in case anyone feels like playing. So eat, drink, be merry, get in trouble, go all out! Just have fun!
Also I don't use GMAIL so go crazy on my inbox, so you can change the subject lines if you want -- just be mindful of who you're threading with and their preferences. <3! THANKS!
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Allen scowls (with sauce) and turns around immediately -
And wipes the scowl off his face as best as he can with five mitarashi dangos in his mouth and one napkin in his hand.
"M-Master!"
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"Hold out your hand, I have something for you."
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... Then the pretense dropped - all around him, imaginary bells rang "RED ALERT!!" as he flailed half-silently.
".... I-I HAVE TO? AHAHAHA, IT'S REALLY, REALLY KIND OF MASTER TO GIVE ME SOMETHING, BUT--"
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He really did.
And so he did - his left hand, unintentionally.
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"He's yours now. Take good care of him."
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... He thought he sensed a bomb, though. Was his Master running off to some place with unaccessible Internet?! Was he going to fly off and leave debts to Allen again, and use Tim as some sugar-coating?!
Still, though Allen couldn't deny that he liked Tim -- and was happy...
He half-smiled and prodded the red bow, carefully replying, "Thank you, Master. Though... Don't you treasure Tim too?"
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The golden golem nuzzled Allen's hand.
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... Was it just Allen, or had he gotten bigger again?
"I... Thank you, Master. M-maybe I wasn't expecting a birthday present, so..."
[Sobby?]
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"Yeah, yeah. Just so you know, I've put a lock on some of his memories, so don't try digging too deep. Have you seen any wine around here?"
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"... I won't. Since new memories are coming to me... Wine, Master?" Allen thought for a moment, then brightened.
He pointed to some quaint corner table with red cloth.
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Automatically dogging him, Allen followed over. He wondered if there was juice there.
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Cross picked up a bottle, looking over the label. Allen might find sparkling cider or something.
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As Cross looked for some good wine, Allen wandered off to the other side of the circular table. He saw what he thought was water, and hastened to find a cup. All that Mitarashi Dango earlier made his throat feel a little sticky...
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This bottle is his now, and he's looking around for a glass. Meaning he's too busy to stop Allen, as if he'd even want to.
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... If it was "water", it was fucking alcoholic.
And Allen had drunk it too quickly, and noted the taste of the alcohol too late, and Allen had never drunk alcohol in his whole life ever.
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"... Did you just drink that?" He asked, recognizing the bottle.
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"I don't think so."
So far, so normal.
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"You feeling okay, brat?"
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He turned back and flapped a hand at Cross.
"Master, I am feeling fine. Please don't be an unperceiving idiot."
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"... What did you just call me?"
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"Unperceiving idiot, sir."
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