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Skye was half listening to the conversation the girls were having. They were starting up their own group? Well Skye wanted to be in the group that looked best and so she turned to the two planning it.

"I am in also if you want another alto." Skye didn't like high notes, she generally couldn't hit them but the low ones she was mostly okay with. She wasn't bothered about sounding great anyway, she wanted to look good.

Rea stopped mid-sentence, this new girl's interruption effectively making most of the group waver into silence. Flat? Not a soprano? She kept pointing at people, making accusations, and the more she did so the more annoyed the strawberry blonde girl became. It didn't bother her that she had pointed her out -- she did not sing, did not like to sing, and wasn't very good at it at all -- but she did not appreciate a bully in the least. She gave the girl a hard, icy glare, pursing her lips and looking entirely displeased. This was not in the spirit of christmas. Of course, it wasn't very christmasy to be snippy either, but Rea was not very tolerant of rude people, and was not about to let her ruin what had been such an enjoyable time for them. She was pretty anti-social most of the time, but she had some frigid nicknames for a reason.

"Who died and made you queen of the carolers?" She returned a little cooly to Corinna, backing up Khalla despite not knowing her, "If you'd like to start your own, perfect caroling group, organize your own, don't take charge of someone else's."

A pause, a deep breath and Ume reached to squeeze Beth, and Rea's hands before stepping forward, gathering a handful of pamphlets.

"Here..." She said quietly, mustering all the victorian dignity she could.
"I realize that none of us here, are professional quality, but the important thing is we're having fun. If you'd have more fun with only those you think are alright, please, take these, you can give them to people who don't know the words. But we -are- enjoying ourselves, so please. If you must 'do better' please, do it without being spiteful to us."

And she pressed the pamphlets into the girls hands.
"Merry Christmas..." She said and smiled, widely...
before stepping back and bursing back into song.

"He'll say are you married we'll say NO man!! But you can do the job when your in TOWN!"

She straitened her back and held out her hands again to re-link to her friends, her christmas 'family' with renewed vigor.

She really didnt want to break formation but it seemed like everyone else had stopped singing. Sigh, she thought this was supposed to be a happy time of the year. "Guys, guys. Can we.. please not sit here and argue? This is supposed to be fun, to show our love for this joyous time of year. If they dont want to sing with us it is their own choice- they could just follow with us if even they wanted to? I mean come on guys..."

Yes she was playing referee, but that's just how Beth was.

Corinna Grant had, one might say, a scowl for all seasons. Currently she was wearing her Christmas Scowl, which looked much like her other scowls except that it was often executed while wearing a red hat. It was not a festive scowl, if indeed a scowl had ever been festive. It was simply a scowl, and it was not pleasant, and it did not lift anyone's mood.

Three deeply indignant carolers (and one unfortunate sad, shy caroler clearly trying to forestall violence) had proven their ability to form a horseshoe after all -- around Cora. She stood her ground, having never been capable of anything else, and gave Ronnie's hand a reassuring squeeze. Don't worry!, the squeeze seemed to say. I'm always willing to stand by my principles, even in the face of gang violence!

"Three valiant knights come charging in on their destriers," she scoffed. For whatever reason, her attention had centered in on Rea. "So sure of their righteousness. But two of you were flat. And one of you couldn't control her vibrato. And one of you will wish she listened to me tomorrow when she wakes up having lost her voice. And you couldn't keep time. Not one thing I said was dishonest -- so where is my crime? A criminal lack of niceness?"

A Meadowview boy with brassy golden hair and what looked like a tennis racket in a carrying case had stopped to sit on a nearby bench and listen to the carolers. He squinted disapprovingly at Corinna, as though to convey his opinion that she did, indeed, demonstrate a criminal lack of niceness.

Madison Heller was currently wearing an assortment of Winter accessories that screamed "Oh god help me its batshit cold" with an echo of screaming insanity. Madz was wearing hobo gloves. Hobo gloves did nothing to help her bag lady look, nor keep out the cold, at all. Her assortment was not the latest fashion. She looked like she had rummaged around the Salvation Army bin (she had) and picked possibly the worst coloured jacket she could find. It was puce; her hat was long and droopy, and made of multicoloured yarn-- her scarf was covered with the logo to the Calgary Flames, which was just ASKING for trouble in Destiny City (most were die-hard Colorado fans, mostly).

Madz came upon the scene of the girls belting out "Winter Wonderland", and paused momentarily. There were MANY more girls than her single soul, and they were all wearing really cute clothes. Their gloves had fingers, even! Madison currently had hers shoved under her armpits, which just made her look half like a football player in her man jacket.

"More jazz hands! I think guys would be full of "Christmas Cheer", if you get my drift, hurr hurr, if you girls were singing "I saw Mommy Blowing Santa Clause", if you're taking requests. Or, oo, oo, "I'll be a whore for xmas!". Shake what your momma gave ya!"

Madison put her arm around the girl's in the middle of the horseshoe.

"He'll say are you married, we'll say "No man!"; my wife's a little b***h who likes to get dowwnnn,"

Madz cocked her head at the gothy girl, taking her hobo gloved hands from around the blonde to scratch at her head.

"What now? Did you just actually curse me to have ghost loving tonight? Sorry, chickyboo, I don't do the dead. Men should have experience, but not THAT much experience, bogey cryptkeeper lovers you can keep to yourself, thanks."

Madison groaned loudly at the song choice, and started belting out her favourite Christmas Carol.

"Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath"

"The night santa went crazy"

Madison was without her posse; Madison was making a poor attempt at making friends with these girlies here. This is Madz. This is Madz making friends.