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"HO HO HO-H GOD MARCUS WHAT THE ******** did not expect the man to plop down all of a sudden, and his ruse was temporarily disrupted by the surprise. He warily tried to pick it back up again.

"UH. Uhh. SO WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS LITTLE BOY. Also get me a cookie."

Dakota was dressed in his usual fancy get up, black turtle neck under a black jacket and black slacks. About the most colorful thing on him was his santa hat. Oh and Candace, but he wasn't trying to outshine his date right now okay...

"Where's Gale?" He couldn't see him, he did however see Robert and Marcus and decided to join the sitting party.

"Hi Santa...Marcus.." Dakota sat on other Santa's knee and stared at the man.

"so I want a pony-"

Taym was, as expected, attempting to look appropriately non-seasonably dour off against a wall, absently tweaking a paper bat and wondering what on earth had possessed him to attend a social function.

Actually, scratch that, he knew the answer, and that was: alcohol.

Only there wasn't any, which was distressing, but Taym was attempting to remain optimistic about the sudden manifestation of hard liquor or, at the very least, shitty beer.

Candace let her fiance flounce off to play with Santa. It was kind of like dropping off a kid while mommy goes shopping.

Instead she watched Gale with a squint. He..dyed his hair? When? Why? Not that it looked bad but.

Huh...well then.

"Gaaaaaaale~! Stooooormy~" Candace called out, walking up to them with open arms. Hugs. Now.

"Not the evil twin, nooooo." She wrinkled her nose and laughed, but it was still taking her a bit to get past the new look. "Hmm . . ." Stormy tilted her head and studied him for a moment.

Then she slid her reindeer antlers on, reached up, and began to ruffle his hair with a grin.

"So you were serious about hair dye, huh~? Any reason for choosing red?" Not that she was biased or anything.

Hearing Candace call them, she squeezed Gale's hand and quite happily began steering them over without preamble, her antlers bobbing with each step. "Miss Candaaaaaace~"

Peyton had, perhaps uncharacteristically, jumped at the chance to dress up nicely. opportunities to do so seemed few and far between, even more so now with the portals being down. A Christmas party was the perfect excuse. So she'd pulled a lovely little dress out of the back of her closet, and she'd paired it was understated accessories, bold stockings, and bright heeled sandals. It was a pretty mix, and with vibrantly pink hair pulled up at the back of her head she thought she looked rather pretty.

It was as she was headed out of her room that she'd gotten the text, not from a close friend, but from an acquaintance she hadn't entirely made up her mind about. Maebe, needed assistance getting dressed. Not terribly surprising, since the girl was still injured, but Peyton wouldn't have imagined she'd have been the Moon's first choice.

Intrigued, Peyton had agreed to help, and in exchange, she'd been allowed to pick Maebe's outfit. Now both girls were headed towards the party, One supporting the other as they made their slow way towards the double doors. "Are you sure you're up to a party?" She'd only just been released from the infirmary.

Upon entering the room the dainty Sun couldn't help but notice a certain come body pulling chunks of gingerbread off the wall to snack on. It inspired an incredulous twist of lips and a roll of lilac eyes. Boys.

Leon was glad to have the option on wearing actual clothes to this Christmas party, and not the revealing reindeer outfit from a year past. It didn't help that a island climate was still too warm to even try usual Christmas sweater attire, but a nice dress shirt and slacks worked. The antler ears was in place, that he was never going to give up.

Nid was ranting about cookies and how they should have a platter to themselves. A request that Leon was not going to indulge in, allowing one ghostly cupcake and the white stuff on his face.

and came face to face with Robert and his new ho ho ho's and gave him a plaintive look of despair. "Santa, please don't try and show them your North pole, kay?" he rumbled with a cheeky grin, taking a healthy bite of the cupcake.

Maebe was wearing more jewelry than she'd ever managed before, which was saying something. But it had been all Peyton's doing, because she'd allowed the girl to dress her up in return for helping her get to the party in some semblence of an outfit. And she did a very good job. Maebe couldn't have done better herself - in fact, she probably wouldn't have, but she would never admit that to Peyton.

She hobbled, most of her weight bearing on Peyton when she stepped with her right foot, but each time she stepped on her left she would try to make up for it. Her arm was clutched desperately around Peyton's, and her blanched skin made the blood red lipstick - the only part of her outfit she'd chosen - stand out far more than it should have.

"I'm sure. I'm not going to miss this." She squeezed Peyton's arm gently. "Well. Not now."

Was that a grateful tone in her voice? It was hard to hear through all of the apathy.