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A short distance from the throne of mistletoe, Mimsy was watching, slowly gnawing off miscellaneous batcookie body parts. It was unsurprising that her focus was on the throne, considering its current occupant, and her predictable stare remained unchanged despite the veritable party of people in his lap.

What was unusual was the look of amusement that met so many people touching what was hers.

But it was awfully cute that all of them wanted the opportunity to momentarily pretend they were her, just to play make-believe with Robert. Aww. They must have waited so long for this.

She chomped off an icing eyeball and giggled.

Upon his arrival, it was immediately obvious that Edgar was wearing the dress.

He was also wearing shiny black boots, thick white tights, a fur-lined cloak, and a crown, but the most important part was truly the fact that he was wearing the dress. There were no bells to jingle on his feet, and he lacked <******** You-red lipstick; still, he marched up to the girls and stood between them with far more pride than he currently should have had.

"Good tidings! Are we usurping the throne?" he asked, his accent suspiciously absent. "What weaponry will you employ?"

And then there was a target acquired. Soon, Konstantin had an arm on his shoulder and was being leaned upon. "Dude, you look awesome." Milo chuckled.

"Help," Mark was typing into his cell phone while narrating his text plight at the same time, "The Sith lord is here and she brought reinforcements, frowny face. Should I engage target with lightsabers dr- no not the sacred mistletoe." The Death assistant took a step back, readjusting his dangling headpiece, "Just so you know, your death rays are no match for my Jedi powers of love. Making. Love making. The making of love to the ladies. Real ladies not like, evil ladies and stuff. Well, they could be evil, just not like Sith lord evil."

He just continued to ramble while things happened, clearly stalling for time until reinforcements.

It was a good day to be alive. The latent joy in the atmosphere was really getting to Rep. He'd never been so happy to have survived this far, his wounds were mending, he could stand up and walk around - all in all for the time being things were ******** marvellous. He tried not to think too hard about the horrific nightmares, after all those were just nightmares right? This was Christmas and he might as well do his best to enjoy it. He didn't do Christmas sweaters though this year, since he'd lost his knitting materials when his hoard had gone walkies. Instead he'd used what pelts he had left and finished to make himself something to wear, in this case a grand, polar bear fur cloak laced with ptarmigan feathers about the collar and with a large furry hood with a set of antlers sewn into the fabric. The whole thing was just enormous evidence that he had far too much ******** time on his hands on this island. Underneath he was wearing a red silk shirt he'd bought in Vegas one time and a pair of black denims.

It was festive as he got and worn in deadly serious fashion. In the spirit of the season he'd even pinned a bit of holly to his shirt.

Dressed - he felt - to impress, he sauntered into the party at hand, cloak flowing dramatically behind him, there were already quite a few people present, from Taym to Melvin and there was a throne to be bickered over. It looked like fun.

Nabbing himself a bottle of Calpis from the table (he'd gained a taste for the stuff after the man party where he'd gotten what had to be his first real kiss) he took a swig and grinned.

It was ******** good to be alive.

A get well card? Dylon imagined the hunters must have gotten these prizes from a recycling bin. But that just made the whole things more fun and wholesome.

"My turn? Okay!" He grinned and gave it a spin.

And won a bottle of beer. "Oh. I'm not lucky. You are." He waggled his brows at Nevada.

Rin was slow to arrive, but when she did it was in style. She wore a short red skirt with white furred trim along with her usual knee-high boots. Over all of it was a large green sweater a few sizes too big but oozing love from every strand of yarn. Her left sleeve was tied in a bow.

She eyed the various goodies to be had before stifling achuckle at several ginger bread items. She stole a few before looking around at the people with a thoughtful smile.