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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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[ oh man now she considers this, taking a drink from her eggnog thoughtfully. ]

Leftover pig carcass that's been sitting there for a few days. Edible, technically, after cooked on a fire, but I don't recommend it. [ a beat. ] And flamingo tongues.

[Daisy's lifting a forkful of her food when Andy tells her one of the worst things she's eaten. Nose wrinkling in disgust, she puts her fork back down for now.]

I didn't even think people ate flamingo tongues. I kinda forget they're even real.

[ she looks amused when daisy puts her fork right back down. ]

People used to go crazy for them, but I always though the tongues in particular were pretty gross.

[ then again, andy was always Extremely Judgmental of anything the romans enjoyed. didn't matter if it was a good idea or otherwise. ] So this food here is definitely, probably, an improvement.

[ she hopes. ]

[Okay, fine, Daisy will give the food a try. Reaching for it, she puts some on her plate and cuts a small piece to try.]

It's--

Better than flamingo tongue is, probably.

[She won't be eating more of it though, in fact, she digs right back into the food she knows she likes.]

You must have so many stories.

[And yes, that is an invitation for her to talk about some of them.]

Anything is better than flamingo tongue. [ except that pig carcass. she might even pick garum over flamingo tongue. ]

Too many stories. [ she can recognize the invitation but it is too broad an invite. ] Depends on what kind you're looking for.

Mmmm...

[Daisy trails off as she stabs more of her food with her fork,]

What was it like to co-exist with dinosaurs?

[She's asking it as a joke, but, Daisy has no idea if Andy was actually alive at that time or not. She just knows she's insanely old.]

[ entirely straight faced: ] They were really good for public transit. A little bumpy, but no pollution.

[ and then she takes a decently sized bite of the weird meat. ]

[That makes Daisy laugh harder than she would have if she wasn't high, and just as quickly the amusement leaves her face.]

Wait, are you being serious?

[ oh yeah she's definitely high. andy thought so but it gets clearer the more they talk. ]

Do I look like a dinosaur expert?

[ she is an expert at a lot of things, but dinos are not actually one of them. ]

[Daisy quints at her, as if debating on how to answer that.]

I feel like there's no right way to answer that without getting into trouble.

[ andy laughs. ]

Don't worry, the dinosaurs are actually older than me.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm older than Google.

[Daisy teases playfully, taking another forkful of her food.]

What else is older than you?

Wow, me too. [ like, way older than google. ] We're practically twins.

[ she hums, taking another bite of the funky strange meat and chewing it thoughtfully, half to avoid the question and half because she's actually enjoying the taste. ]

Fish. [ an easy answer, because fish are old as balls. ]

[Daisy laughs as she reaches for her drink, some kind of fairy wine Rhys had given her.]

By what? Two years?

[She teases before taking a sip.]

[ again, entirely straight faced: ] More like a decade.

[ and she reaches for her own drink, to offer a toast. ]

I guess that counts for something.

[Daisy teases, clinking her glass against Andy's.]

What are you drinking?

[ she pauses and takes another sip. ]

Alcohol. [ it's not that bitter tangy taste. ] I think it's one of the weird alien ones, but I didn't bother to check beyond that.

[Daisy smiles at the way Andy casually talks about alien alcohol before handing over her own cup,]

Here, try this. S’really good. It’s fairy wine.

[ she takes it, with great suspicion. ]

Doesn't fairy wine make you do weird shit? [ yes andy is more distrusting of fairy wine than alien wine. ]

[Daisy laughs in response to her question,]

Probably, but it feels nice.

[Or maybe that was the weed. Who knows at this point.]

What's it going to do? Kill you?

[Comedian of the century.]

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. ]

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.

You're not very subtle. [ at least she says it with a grin. ]

I'm devastated. [ so crushed she will drain the rest of her drink. ]

You could've joined us you know.

[Daisy has no idea how well Andy and Kovacs know each other, but Daisy wouldn't have said no.

Pouting playfully when Andy drains her cup, she's already reaching for the bottle.]

Want a refill?

Joined a party I didn't even know was happening?

[ she died in front of him, they're bros! ]

I'll never say no to more.

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