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OPEN ● ● ● Every Christmas is Last Christmas

CHARACTERS: the doctor (12), the doctor (11), clara oswald, river song, and all of you
LOCATION: the mess hall, the kitchens, the simulation room
DATE: december 24th, 25th
CONTENT: team tardis throws a big christmas party for the station
WARNINGS: none for now, will warn as needed (no fires!!!)

PART I
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS ...

1.0 Inside the kitchen and mess hall, Orbers will find the entire place decked out to the nines (Or elevens! Hohoho). No one knows how this all came together, but you will find almost everything Christmas related decorated along the walls and tables.

Hanging all around the walls are blue Christmas stockings! Each stocking will have the name of Orber etched in gold knitting. Inside each stocking is an array of personalized treats (if your character is a smoker, for example, then they will find a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, etc.)

On the tables at each place setting there are various coloured paper crowns for Orbers to decorate on their head – courtesy of Clara Oswald and her assistant, the Doctor (the chinny one) – and Christmas crackers to share with friends. Go on, then! Pull that cracker, see the assortment of sweets and surprises you’ve received. As far as refreshments go, there is plenty to share amongst everyone! There is eggnog, "naughty" eggnog, cookies, cakes, candy canes and sugar gumdrops. It is a downright delightful spread of treats to indulge and tide you over for before you feast with your teammates.

2.0 Before the main feast is prepared, there are plenty of activities to keep you (or a friend or two) occupied. Do you see those Christmas trees on almost every corner of the station? Yeah, the Doctor(s) got awfully distracted (something about if a hot dog is a sandwich) and these bare trees could use some decorative love. Or perhaps you can express your creative talents in the kitchen, where you may want to test out a new recipe to share with the rest of the class. Whether it be a savoury or a sweet dish, there is sure to be at least one person who might like it.

There is also a magician’s kit lying around if you want to take a crack at learning a few new tricks to show off to others! Or if you wish to partake in any group activity, there is a stack of board games and a deck of cards to play a friendly game of Go Fish! Who knows? The game-world’s your oyster.

3.0 By evening, the mess hall will be set up with napkins and plates and cutlery of varying Christmas-y colours. It isn’t perfect, but nothing ever really is, is it? Especially after the Doctor (the cross Scots one) might have very nearly burned the kitchens down a little earlier – something about improving the heat for the roast. Still, it’s finally time for the Christmas feast! And oh, what a smell there is wafting through the large space. There’s plenty of delicious food to go around – especially using much of the ingredients that had come in through the last supply drop. There are varying plates of savoury and sweet dishes, some recognizable, some a little more ... eclectic (you use what space ingredients you’re given, after all), but all of what the hosts have prepared look ... surprisingly edible, some of it even delicious. Roast veg, gravy, stuffing, biscuits, gingerbread, hot cocoa, marshmallows, something mulled, and sweets!

Of course, the more food, the merrier! If you’ve taken part in the cooking and baking from earlier, arriving with your own special Signature Dish, the Doctors (yes, both of them!) will be so pleased to see it join the rest of the feast.

And for those who might have run across the Doctor’s enthusiastic ramblings on Jammie Dodgers at one point will finally get a chance to try them. They’ll be stacked up to resemble a tree on a plate, sprinkled with (edible) glitter in blue and silver.

PART II
SIMPLY HAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIME

4.0 Christmas Morning finds everyone with an open invitation to the simulation room to attend a very merry Christmas morning. Step inside and be taken away to a warm and cozy living room that is elaborately decorated for the holiday. You’ve been decorated for the occasion too, decked out in pajamas and a robe. With slippers to match, everyone that’s a part of Christmas morning will look like they’re ready to play their part in the festivities. There’s a fire crackling in the fireplace, the smell of cinnamon and clove in the air, and the distant sound of traditional Christmas songs playing on an antique radio over in the corner of the room. There’s also a tree, of course, one that almost seems too large to be in such a quaint place. It’s fully decorated, absolutely covered with a variety of kitschy ornaments like Santa Claus on a T-Rex or bears in tutus. There also happen to be ornaments of every single orber present on the station, presented in the form of ridiculous looking little elves.

Around the tree and scattered around the floor are opened gift boxes, wrapping paper strewn about. Toys from the boxes are discarded on the floor and around the room, plastic dinosaurs and robots that come to life when you wind them up. There are ridiculous looking squeaky alien toys, marshmallow launchers, and even a giant stuffed giraffe. Who could all of these toys belong to?

There also happen to be gifts beneath the tree for everyone. There aren’t any labels on the gifts so feel free to choose whichever one you like (but only one, there won’t be any greedy Scrooges here on Christmas!). No matter what size package that is chosen, big or small, there’s a sweater inside: an ugly Christmas sweater for everyone. One that can be put on over your pajamas to take part in an ugly sweater contest once everyone has unwrapped their gifts.

And of course no Christmas morning is complete without some sort of breakfast. Set up in the corner of the room is a small table with pastries and cocoa, with a big bowl of mini marshmallows. There’s coffee present too, for those that prefer their breakfast with a little less sugar. There’s plenty of seating around the living room to grab a leather chair or a spot on the fluffy couch. Or maybe sit in one of the red velvet chairs over by the windows to watch the slow and steady snowfall over a picturesque view of the British countryside.

5.0 As the events of the morning slowly come to an end, the simulation shifts to a quiet little town. There’s snow on rooftops and colorful lights lining buildings that manage to glisten and glow even in the daylight. The entire street is completely over the top with decoration; fresh garlands that smell of pleasant pine, miniature christmas trees decorated from top to bottom, and vibrant red bows are just about everywhere. There’s no hustle and bustle here, just a relaxed afternoon in the most Christmasy town ever.

The smell of cider and gingerbread baking are in the air, brought on by a bakery that’s open for a visit. Want to make a gingerbread house? There are materials set out to do that. There are things for gingerbread people too, if that’s more your bag.

There’s a bookstore filled with all kinds of books. If you’re not from Earth and are curious about Christmas, there’s plenty of children’s books on the matter waiting for you to enjoy. They’re set up on an elaborate display up front, though anyone is free to browse around and look through what else they have to offer.

A toy store, magician’s shop, and a boisterous pub round off the shops found on the street. There’s street vendors selling chestnuts that have been roasted over an open fire, wassail, and marshmallows for roasting. There’s also a band playing live music, Christmas carols of course. Join in and sing along or don’t. No one’s going to judge you either way. Take your time to enjoy everything or rush through because it’s too much Christmas, all in your face at once. Either way, the marketplace is present for hours in the afternoon and leading into the evening hours.

6.0 As night falls everyone is guided out of town and down a candle lit path that leads to a frozen over pond. It’s been set up for ice skating, with skates set aside for anyone that wants a pair. There’s baubles of lights set out all around the area, and the moon hangs high overhead. No seriously, the moon looks incredibly huge tonight. It’s blue glow reflects on the ice along with the warm yellow glow of all the lights. It’s a welcoming atmosphere, inviting anyone that’s brave enough to put on skates and take part.

The band from the Christmas market earlier are back to play throughout the night, playing quieter songs mixed in with lively pieces that are meant to get people speed skating around the ice.

Set a short distance away from the ice is a long table, with plenty of mismatched seats. Fairy lights twinkle overhead, and are also glowing from inside glass canisters that make up the centerpieces on the table. There’s dark blue galaxy dinnerware at every place, and a small feast spread out so no matter where someone sits there’s plenty within reach. It always manages to stay warm, and nothing ever seems to run out. It’s a perfect place to take a break and grab a quick meal, or just sit and chat with someone while you both enjoy a drink.

The area around the pond can be explored, so go crazy playing in the snow or whatever it is you want to do there. Just don’t wander too far off from the group. There may or may not be razor-toothed snowmen keeping you from going too far. They may hiss or blow snow in your face, but they probably won’t try to bite anyone.

🎄 After all of that is said and done, Orbers may find themselves drawn towards a small bonfire billowing from the center of this quaint little town. But it isn’t just the scent of warm Maplewood dancing underneath your nose. There sitting on top of a milk-crate is The Doctor (12) playing a jaunty little tune from his electric guitar. Orbers are more than welcome to sit around the bonfire and reflect on these past few months and where they might find themselves in the future.

If you find yourselves by your lonesome fear not! The Doctor (11) will be there offer you a hug (or smooch if you’re feeling saucy).

No matter what strife you have been through this year, just remember ...

Each and every one of your lives is a story. So best make it a good one.

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[he's only getting judged a little for that mess. xichen definitely gives it a look over, even if he doesn't say anything. ]

Ah, another trick you learned from Bobby? [from the alcohol master, right?]

Andy.

[ a beat. ]

Do you wanna take out more of that frustration of yours on another snowman?

[ gwen thinks it over for exactly two seconds. ]

Yes, I do.

It's such a nice sentiment, and Andy both agrees and doesn't. She knows how important happiness is, how grounding it is, but she has it with her family and she still feels lost sometimes. "You're right. Not everyone can do that."

Andy puffs a little laugh. "I don't know if I can actually say never, but they don't really stick out. I assume there's a lot of snow and mistletoe and maybe an appearance or two via Santa Claus."

It's a deal.

[She could use a night of eating nothing but junk and cuddling in bed. It's like therapy. There's an edge of concern that his concerns weren't completely appeased, and she's sure this matter will come up again later. But for now, she's so so tired. It's been an incredibly long day and all she wants is to feel like she's not alone.

so she takes hold of his hand and drags him back out the door, hurrying their way to the kitchen to stock up on enough that will keep them well stocked for at least the next twenty-four hours.]

[ Watching Shang-chi, Drift idly wondered what it was like to have a sweet tooth. Almost envying organics for the various and colorful ways they could rot parts of themselves out. It looked enjoyable in the short run, at least. ]

I've actually never met any human adolescents, but their reputations as energetic terrors are impressive. [ That paper mache massacre must be the bane of any parent. ]

Not rude at all. I'm not the brainiac that designed it, but solid-light projection tech is relatively new. [ Drift smiled and idly tossed rolled a metal spinning top from the cracker between his fingers as if to prove his own solidity. ] I don't control how I look but, I don't want to be...too intimating, I suppose. Just showing to a party over nine feet and made of metal? Not the best ice breaker.

Oh, stop it, you.

[ The Doctor isn't much for blushing, but the way Newt's going on, he feels as though he really could start. Still, he smiles and maybe he preens a little, because who is he to deny a compliment (this particular regeneration of the Doctor loves compliments, after all).

And then, like he can't quite believe it himself, hands clasped together, he excitedly adds: ]

I suppose I do have very good hair, don't I?

With an odd sense of deja vu, MEgatron reaches over and delicately selects a few bulbs. That done, he begins to hang them on the tree with a great deal of intense concentration. He'll make some small talk if Jim insists, but now he's all in on the task of decorating the tree.

Yeah. First — for the mistletoe.

[ Just to make that fact perfectly clear — and oh, god, his continued assurance is only going to make her doubt him, isn't it?

He doesn't have time to make a fool of himself any further, though (thankfully), when she rises up on her toes to kiss him. It's certainly sweet, and really not a bad kiss, and it's brief enough that it doesn't veer into uncomfortable.

It's a friendly kiss. A mistletoe-kiss. ]

So is there a reason why this is a tradition?

Not really— [she gives a shrug at that] There wasn't much time for it so most of these holidays are kind of new experiences for me.

I'm not sure it's just the fairy wine making you feel that way. [ she is grinning about it. ]

I've died before, Daisy, that's offensive. [ she will just joke about it right back. ]

[ Peter is a sentimental man. He keeps physical keepsakes of the people he loves, and he clings to memories when that's all he has left. It's actually one of his biggest problems, emotionally-wise. He really has a hard time letting go of things. But he had come to accept, that is simply how he is and always will be. Everything he ever let go, has claw marks in it.

So he understands the surprise at the unexpected gift, and the comfort and sadness it can bring. He looks at Kovacs kindly, pats his shoulder before they go have the drink and simply says. ]

You're welcome.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[Daisy takes another forkful of food, smiling when Andy tells her how offended she is.]

Yeah, you seem very offended.

It's amazing hair.

As amazing as mine, even, which is not easy for me to admit.

[He grins as he pats his own coifed, springy hair.]

Does that just happen naturally? Or is it a prerequisite that aliens like you wake up with perfectly gelled hair? Ugh, unfair! [He stops, leans in and studies The Doctor's chin.] Aha, but can you grow facial hair? That's the real test!

[It's a perfectly chaste and friendly kiss, but nice enough that she believes he definitely has kissed someone before. Which puts an amused half-smile on her face, as she steps back enough they can each have their personal space and not feel awkward.]

There's a few explanations for that. One's rooted in Norse mythology. The other comes from druids in...1 AD, I think. At least I think that's the year it was when the Doctor brought me there for a visit.

[She has to think on that, nose wrinkling up as she can't quite remember.]

Doesn't matter. Point is, mistletoe was the only plant that used to blossom in the winter. So they sort of viewed it as a fertility thing.

[Her eyes glance back up toward it, her smile a little more warm and genuine as she feels in her element teaching someone something.]

But I think people today just enjoy finding any reason they can to kiss and be happy.

Not exactly a hard bargain.

[…Okay. Maybe a little. A living being’s palette can be so fickle at times.]

This? [He shakes his head.] As good as a morning biscuit can be without getting too many crumbs on your lap.

[He says all the while doing everything possible to get crumbs on his lap.]

Yeah it is. [clarke gives a small smile at that] I didn't realize how much food it would be involved since I've never really celebrated before. [and mostly because she is still not used to how abundant it is from what she is used to]

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[ that sounds like yamato's kind of a holiday — doing what you want! or in this case, being grateful for what they want. ]

Oh, uh... [ they pause, scratching their cheek in thought. ] Being here, I think! [ their expression grows more serious, something heavy and determined sparking in their eyes. ] Getting a chance to do things again, to escape my Father and see the world and save the country of Wano.

[ unlike so many on the station, yamato doesn't question whether the orbs can truly undo regrets; they simply believe that they can. ]

( those sound like good things to be thankful for even if he has some questions. he doesn't know if he should ask or not but...yeah, fuck it, he's gonna ask. )

Your father sucks too? Join the club.

( he knows a thing or two or fifty about shitty fathers. )

Energetic terrors is right.

[ And oh, it's definitely enjoyable in the short-run. Long-term dental issues if one isn't careful, though. Shang-chi's sweet tooth isn't as bad as it could be but he's not exactly immune to good candy either. He pops the chocolate into his mouth while Drift speaks. ]

Or it could be the greatest ice breaker, but — I see what you mean. [ What better conversation starter is there than describing the air at nine feet? Or it could get old, real fast. Yeah. That's probably more likely.

He gestures to the metal spinning top between his fingers. ] It's pretty impressive, though. [ Sure makes those Star Wars holograms seem a little weak by comparison ... and those had always been the pinnacle of cool futuristic tech growing up. ]

A fertility thing —

[ Shang-chi laughs, but he genuinely appreciates the little history lesson. Consider him taught, Miss Oswald. ]

Glad that's not really the case anymore. [ His eyes go back to the parasitic little plant as well, shrugging a shoulder. ] Or that might have been a little awkward.

But thanks. That was nice.

Yeah, it's much more quality than the walkman I used to have. But I liked that one for a different reason. [ It was far more personal, since that walkman had been a present from his mother, and Peter speaks fondly of it. ]

I wish there was a way to download all my songs to a public place where everyone could listen to them if they wanted. Do you think that if I asked Viveca, she could do something like that?

Oh, well — yes, you do have very enviable hair and I'm not afraid to admit it.

[ Welcome to the buttpat brigade, it seems. Of course, the compliment is genuine and heartfelt; the Doctor doesn't deal in false compliments if he can help it.

And he's grinning, quite cheerfully, right up until Newt mentions facial hair. Which, all right, gets a sort of eugh face by way of response. ]

Tried it once. Twice, actually. It didn't take. [ He rubs at his rather formidable chin, thoughtful. ] Unfortunately I don't think my face is meant for facial hair. None of them, really.

[ And the only one of him that did grow a beard, and grow it rather nicely too, wasn't even the Doctor exactly. Pah! Unfair, really. ]

And d'you know the worst thing about all of my faces? None of them has ever been ginger! Including the old Scotsman! So that's twelve of us without a proper beard or ginger hair. Rubbish, if you ask me.

[ That makes her laugh, full and genuine. ]

Well, I certainly try.

[ Her next question, however, earns a slow nod and a somewhat noncommittal 'hmm.' ]

A bit, yes. We've been married decades. Centuries? Most of it has been in stolen moments. The occasional prison break, the odd explosion...lots of running.

Yes. Certainly with my husband around. [ Or her. They do seem to attract/create catastrophe, the lot of them. But they're talking about the Doctor now. ]

All right. Are you familiar with Holst?

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