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melodiesoflife2015-12-14 08:57 am
jackienaught) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-12-14 08:57 am
Getting in the Spirit (sort of)
WHO: Jack, whoever happens along
WHAT: Christmas-y shenanigans
WHEN: December
WHERE: All over the place in Aqures Ixen
Warnings: Jack swears like a sailor.
Decorating (Outside of A-01)
Jack's first few weeks in this strange new world sulking. Aside from the adoption of one of Terra's kittens, she kept to herself and holed up in her room when she could. Christmas was a human tradition, sure, but Jack hadn't really had time for ever celebrating the holiday and didn't see much of the point. She didn't have family and barely had any friends. None of them were even here, but her moogle was foolish in her persistence. Royale couldn't abide the idea of her Hero being a grinch and after a long few days of tense, profanity laden conversation the ex-con was coerced into doing something for the holiday season. It might have also been due to the fact that Royale had put up her own money to get Jack to do it.
Which was why any passers by of the house could see Jack, decked out in most of her pirate gear (and more importantly, the warm as hell coat that came along with it) balancing on a railing and hanging a garland over the door, singing as she worked.
I broke a bat on Jacob's head - somebody snitched on me
I hid a frog in Mordin's bed - somebody snitched on me
Spilled some ink on Miri's rug, I made Tali catch a bug
I hit Grunt with a rubber slug - somebody snitched on me
Oh, I'm getting nuttin for Christmas - Shepard and Santa are mad
I'm getting nuttin for Christmas 'cause I ain't been nuttin but bad...
Relaxing (At home in A-01)
She'd gotten suckered into taking this stupid cat and found herself enamored of the little shit - a little black and white monstrosity now named 'Hellion'. The kitten followed her (and to a lesser extent Johnny) everywhere and whined whenever she couldn't, scratching at doors and jumping at doorknobs to get the attention of the humans. Today, that meant trying to get on the counter where Jack was laying out ingredients for cookies. Three times, Jack removed Hel from the area and washed her hands only to catch the cat mid-ascention.
Finally, Jack shoved the little adventurer into the pocket of her coat - draped on the corner of the nearby pantry door and smiled smugly as she washed her hands before starting on the recipe that Royale gave her.
Ice skating
Its late enough that most of the children are home in bed when Jack first goes out to the ice. Late enough that she's happy that there is no one to witness her, no one besides her moogle anyway, as she moves ungainly and off balance for the first half an hour. Being able to move fluidly comes slow, and she can feel the bruises forming on her hip, her forearm and shoulders, the cold and adrenaline keeping the ache at bay. She goes down hard a fourth time, arms flying up to shield her face as she ptiches forward.
"FUCK!", she strikes the ice to punctate her frustration as Royale flutters over. "This is the last damn time you talk me into anything for the sake of Christmas spirit."
"But that time was so much better, kupo!"
"You're a shit liar, you know that?"
Wobbling as she got to her feet, she scowled at Royale, who hovered just ahead of her and kept the straight line to the edge blocked. Jack swatted at her in a 'shoo' motion and nearly unbalanced herself with it. The moogle simply dodged before swooping in to take her hand and gently began to pull. Jack scowled watching her little 'partner' flutter her wings a bit harder and sighed, rolling her eyes and pushing off lightly to follow her lead in slow, but smooth circles over the lake.
WHAT: Christmas-y shenanigans
WHEN: December
WHERE: All over the place in Aqures Ixen
Warnings: Jack swears like a sailor.
Decorating (Outside of A-01)
Jack's first few weeks in this strange new world sulking. Aside from the adoption of one of Terra's kittens, she kept to herself and holed up in her room when she could. Christmas was a human tradition, sure, but Jack hadn't really had time for ever celebrating the holiday and didn't see much of the point. She didn't have family and barely had any friends. None of them were even here, but her moogle was foolish in her persistence. Royale couldn't abide the idea of her Hero being a grinch and after a long few days of tense, profanity laden conversation the ex-con was coerced into doing something for the holiday season. It might have also been due to the fact that Royale had put up her own money to get Jack to do it.
Which was why any passers by of the house could see Jack, decked out in most of her pirate gear (and more importantly, the warm as hell coat that came along with it) balancing on a railing and hanging a garland over the door, singing as she worked.
I broke a bat on Jacob's head - somebody snitched on me
I hid a frog in Mordin's bed - somebody snitched on me
Spilled some ink on Miri's rug, I made Tali catch a bug
I hit Grunt with a rubber slug - somebody snitched on me
Oh, I'm getting nuttin for Christmas - Shepard and Santa are mad
I'm getting nuttin for Christmas 'cause I ain't been nuttin but bad...
Relaxing (At home in A-01)
She'd gotten suckered into taking this stupid cat and found herself enamored of the little shit - a little black and white monstrosity now named 'Hellion'. The kitten followed her (and to a lesser extent Johnny) everywhere and whined whenever she couldn't, scratching at doors and jumping at doorknobs to get the attention of the humans. Today, that meant trying to get on the counter where Jack was laying out ingredients for cookies. Three times, Jack removed Hel from the area and washed her hands only to catch the cat mid-ascention.
Finally, Jack shoved the little adventurer into the pocket of her coat - draped on the corner of the nearby pantry door and smiled smugly as she washed her hands before starting on the recipe that Royale gave her.
Ice skating
Its late enough that most of the children are home in bed when Jack first goes out to the ice. Late enough that she's happy that there is no one to witness her, no one besides her moogle anyway, as she moves ungainly and off balance for the first half an hour. Being able to move fluidly comes slow, and she can feel the bruises forming on her hip, her forearm and shoulders, the cold and adrenaline keeping the ache at bay. She goes down hard a fourth time, arms flying up to shield her face as she ptiches forward.
"FUCK!", she strikes the ice to punctate her frustration as Royale flutters over. "This is the last damn time you talk me into anything for the sake of Christmas spirit."
"But that time was so much better, kupo!"
"You're a shit liar, you know that?"
Wobbling as she got to her feet, she scowled at Royale, who hovered just ahead of her and kept the straight line to the edge blocked. Jack swatted at her in a 'shoo' motion and nearly unbalanced herself with it. The moogle simply dodged before swooping in to take her hand and gently began to pull. Jack scowled watching her little 'partner' flutter her wings a bit harder and sighed, rolling her eyes and pushing off lightly to follow her lead in slow, but smooth circles over the lake.
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Washing her hands, Jack set back to mixing the cookies - scoffing slightly at the ideas of gifts.
"I thought the whole point of the day was goodwill towards man or some shit?"
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Johnny's just a tad on the cynical side.
"People can have good will for free all year 'round. Getting 'em to shop like a bunch of wild animals let loose takes a special occasion."