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((Open to anyone who would like to join at any time, the party is an all day thing. <3 ))

The band formerly known as 'Aborane' had relocated, finally. They had suddenly and mysteriously regained a small fraction of their former wealth, and though they kept the apartment they had already leased for a year from before, they recently bought a large albeit 'fixer upper' house in a relatively nice neighborhood (until they showed up) and were throwing a party.

A Christmas party, no less!

Initially, it was Sunny's idea to help expand Harper's friendship horizons. He had been noticing a trend of corruptibility among Harper's friends (well, okay, except for that unicorn girl) and had decided Harper needed a dose of wholesome family sweetness. The house was littered with festive decorations, red and greens, candles, Santa-Claus figurines (that SOMEONE had put a ballerina barbie tutu on, though Sunny had yet to notice,) and was all in all looking to be rather charming. The open invitation had been posted at CPK's HQ and everything was ready to go. Harper sat in the main living room staring at the door chomping down Christmas cookies at an alarming rate, and Sunny bustled around making sure Ashley was knocked out on allergy pills for the next few hours, Solo haden't had any sugar in the past 12 hours, and Eliot was appeasing himself by playing a bass to the mellow 'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..' soundtrack playing off in the corner.

Now, all there was to do, was wait!

Turning off the sidewalk and heading up the path, Anya got the sudden feeling that attending a Christmas party with Keres prooobably wasn't the smartest move; multiple people, unknown persons' house, her charge's nature... No. Just, no.

"Keres, IIII think we should just go home." She said and looked down at the young child who was walking next to her.

"What? NO! I want to go! YOUCAN'TSTOPME!" The sphinx-child half yelled and then darted off down the rest of the path, skidded in front of the door, and smacked both hands on its hard surface. It was only after that action did she notice somebody else was there, too. Keres didn't know her, but the other looked... interesting. ...However not interesting enough to make her talk.

The rabbit-eared woman finally stepped up behind her rude little child and smiled at the other girl who was there. "Happy Hol'days," she offered.

Neither Shiori nor Kisala knew anything about Christmas really, but any excuse Shiori could find to have the girl out of the house for a bit was a good excuse, and so they had decided to come to the party.

They'd dressed warmly, and had enough exposure to the holiday stuff to have donned some Christmas-y colours as well. Kisala looked rather cute in a pair of green corduroy pants, a white turtleneck sweater, and a green and red striped scarf. Shiori had gone slightly more formal with black yoga pants and a red sweater-- at least this way her tattoos were covered up.

The woman held Kisala's hand tightly as they walked in. She wasn't about to let the girl run off until some ground rules had been stated and she had a good idea of what was going on. Besides, she had to make sure the pure excitement of a party didn't cause the girl to run in and break something.

Kisala bounded alongside her mother excitedly and looked about eagerly. She vaguely recognized a few faces, but nobody she really knew well was there yet. She twirled her hair on a finger for a second, briefly adjusting the silver barrettes on either side of her head and then charged forward to introduce herself to the nearest child.

By the time the door actually opened, Anya was standing there with a squirming hissing mutant child hanging by its lizard tail from her hand while she kept Melchy away with her foot. Yeah... this was going to be interesting.

"Happy Hol'days," she grunted and then held out a glossy christmas present bag with "the fat man" on it to the guy who she hoped was an adult (in this gaia world, who the hell really looked their age?). "Adult-people drinking... merriment... booze... STUFF for you and who ever else." She nearly droppped the fragile contents as the kid hanging out to her side snagged a clawed feline foot into her leg.

"MELCHYI'MMASLAPYOU!" The sphinx-child hollered as she tried to get at the cat-child.

By the time Katrina had got up to the door and attempted to drag her charge away from Anya's, all the while babbling apologies to Soloman, who probably already thought she was a crackpot (she lived with fifteen men who all dressed like pirates ALL THE TIME), hell had already broken loose.

"I'm sorry," she panted to Anya, grabbing Melchy by the back of his coat and dragging him bodily away from Keres. "I should've brought the spiced rum," she said as an afterthought, then just shook her head and focused on Melchy again.

"KERESYEAHRIGHT!" he screamed in response. "I c'n take you on wif' me knife hand be'ind me back!" He said this last bit with a bit of a puff and swagger, and Katrina made a mental note to smack whoever had taught him that one when they got home. Which might be sooner than expected.

Melchy writhed in her hands, and Katrina lifted him off the ground to glare at him, realizing that he was getting a little bit big to pick up by his scruff. "I don't think so, sir," she said fiercely, and Melchizedek looked startled, and then meek.

"Yescap'n," he mumbled, and as soon as Katrina put him down, he hurtled at Keres again, pausing momentarily to wave and enthusiastically call out, "Hi Harper, merry Christmas!" to his host.

Soloman took Anya's offering whole-heartedly, batting his eyelashes at her breifly.

"I like you." He openly declared, in an almost boyish school boy tone before zooming into the house and plopping the bag on a nearby table. "Eliot, Sunny, Harper, GO!" He pointed in time to the bassist in the corner, who promptly looked up and grinned in his handsomest most charming way UNTIL he saw Katrina which resulted in dropping his bass and running into the bathroom, and Sunny, who had since bustled out of the kitchen in an apron and in an extremly stereotypical 'gay' tone said "Oh my goodness, HELLO!" more enthusiastically than he ever had spoken in his life.

Harper was caught up in so many things his small fragile little brain was twirling. He half consciously looked down to Carlisle and grinned, moving to pick the boy up, while passing his grin over to Kisala as she passed. "Hey what's your name?!" He asked demandingly, looking over to Melchy.

"Hey Melchy there's a bunch of ice in pail the kitchen if you wanna dunk her in it."

Kisala blinked away from the shiny tinsel to the boy who was now addressing her,
"I'm Kisala," she said, tilting her head to look at the little one in the boy's arms,
"You're Harper, right? And who's this?"

She didn't know much about kids that little. All the ones at the temple were her age or at least a little bigger than this guy. They could walk and stuff. Had to be able to, in order to practice martial arts!

Shiori wandered way from the chaos, finding a quiet corner of the house to sit down and observe from.

The little boy threw his arms around Harper's neck wholeheartedly. Playing with his mama's roommates was all well and good, but they didn't let him go down slides like this guy! "Carlisle," he said to Kisala. "Am Carlisle. Merry Chrissman, Kisala!" With that done, he smiled at her and returned to clinging to Harper and occasionally throwing wondering looks around the room.

Seeing another person around her age detach from the large group, Lixxie followed her. "Hello," she said softly. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" It'd be nice to get out of the group of screaming kiddlets.