[023. I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe]

[lydiascreams]

[Closed Spam - Stiles]
[After seeing Allison's message, after replying to it, Lydia made almost a beeline to Stiles' cabin. She knocked, but let herself in only to find him in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't think twice before sliding in next to him and wrapping her arms around him without a word. There wasn't anything to say, they were both heartbroken and they wanted it all to go away. So they just laid there until they both fell asleep. Her before him, as usual.

Now, as she wakes up, she doesn't even know what time it is. Stiles seems to be out still, so she gets up off the bed slowly and steps into his bathroom to wash her face and take a second to thank the mix of waxes that make her mascara waterproof so she doesn't look like a racoon despite everything. Not that Stiles would care. But she does.

As she makes her way back into the bedroom as quietly as possible she spots the pink, ugly Christmas sweater her eight year old self left there when she went to get her coat, neatly folded over Stiles' desk. Lydia steps over to it and places a hand over it. Although it's ugly, she suddenly feels the urge to pull it on. It looks warm and comfortable. So she does. It instantly makes her feel lighter, comforted, warm.

And then she spots Stiles' Christmas sweater right next to where hers was. And a smile appears on her face.

Lydia sits down by the edge of his bed slowly not to scare him and gently places the sweater over his chest as she lifts a hand to brush at his hair.]

Stiles? Wake up.



[Open Video]
[It's a few hours later and Lydia looks a lot more festive already. On top of her pink sweater, she has a red headband on, her make up and curls have been redone and she looks perfectly put together.

Behind her is her room, already all decorated with silver, purple and pink decorations. Along with a small, white Christmas tree in the corner, with ornaments in the same color scheme.]

Hello Barge!

The Holidays are coming up as you must have noticed and me and my helpful elves -- that is Stiles, Scott and Jackson -- have been going around the cabins to help everyone get a little more festive!

We're knocking on everyone's doors on the next few days and decorating for you! If you have a specific color schemes you'd like to see in your room, let us know and we'll help you!

Happy Holidays! [And with a bright grin, she waves at the camera, and hangs up.]



[Open Spam]
[Lydia's been very busy lately. On top of everything with Stiles and the decorating, she's been working on something else. Not alone, of course. Barbara, well Babs, did most of it. And Allison helped. But now it's done and she needs to hand them out.

It's late at night, past eleven, when she can be seen dropping boxes off by the following cabins: Bucky's, Steve's, Peter's, Isaac's, Kira's, Jackson's, Scott's, Allison's and finally, Stiles'. For those finding the packages, it'll include a note: Happy early Christmas, Pack! ♥ Lydia.

Alternatively, all during the day she can be found going up and down the hallways with a box of decorations and a determined smile on her face, or knocking right at your door with an offer to decorate.]

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[walkthedarkpath]

[ Someone's hung over and grumpy. Sorry, Lydia.]

...How do you keep them from killing you.

[forsaken_queen]

If you come to my door, I will shoot you in the eye and feed you all to my cat.

[She totally did not get this idea from what Vergil said. She's just a total Grinch during Winter Veil.]

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[surfaceshine]

Don't.

[spam]

[missingoneveryfront]

[He saw the network post. He ignored it.

About an hour or so later, a merry little knock on his door steers his attention away from where he's sort of...staring at the bar, wondering if he can ask the Admiral for a restock on tequila, 'cause he's running low.

Moving to answer said door, Opie comes up short when he comes face to face with that same perky little face, decked out with a sweater, a smile, and a box full of Christmas fucking cheer. She's cute, if jailbait is your thing, but Opie's mind is far from that line of thinking, given that Ellie will probably be doing herself up like that in far too few years...

So he just leans against the door with one hand, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he raises an eyebrow.]

You serious with this shit, sweetheart?

[brains_before_bullets]

[The door opens, Jax looks her up and down for a brief moment.]

No, thanks.

[He's not in the mood for Christmas cheer, strangely enough.]

Closed Spam

[voluntaryapnea]

[He's dreaming of home. Of his dad, of his mom, too. He and Scott are kids in the dream, and Melissa is sitting in the living room, on the sofa with Stiles' parents, and they're talking quietly and smiling, taking pictures of him and of Scott as they tear through wrapping paper because the boys have insisted on sharing Christmas morning because they're brothers. It's a nice dream, soft and warm and safe and when he opens his eyes he sees Lydia sitting beside him, gazing down at him with a smile and he smiles back sleepily.]

Morning.

[strangehistorian]

Hm. Can you do something in gold for the library?

Spam

[darknessb4me]

[Through the cold stone door of this cabin on the first floor, quiet murmurs can be heard, from at least three dozen different voices. The shuffle of constrained, tightly-packed footsteps is underneath, and fingernails against drywall.

Arthas appears at the end of the hall almost right away, storming forward with long strides, black cape billowing behind him.]

Don't. Open that.

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[150th]

I do not want your decorations.

[Spam]

[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott's been wearing his sweater all day and he is really, really jazzed about it. The best part is he's laughing more, he's more open than he has been in a while, and the almost constant frown that's been marring his face has just melted away. All this Christmas cheer is definitely doing the trick.

He catches her as she's leaving the present, opening the door just a few seconds after she leaves the package.]

Hey.

[He stoops to scoop it up, turning it over in his hands and shaking it lightly.]

What's this?

Spam; A few days later after Allison's return.

[brains_before_bullets]

[He's finally pried himself away from Tig's bedside, mostly to stop overcrowding the guy, and, partly, because of what he saw in his Warden's eyes.

That... wasn't normal. And he needed some time to assimilate that.

So, he's out in the Common Room on the third level, with a few old bike magazines from his room, flipping through them, a foot propped up on the coffee table.

Of course, he's more pre-occupied with his thoughts than the scantily clad women draped over vintage Triumphs.]

[spam SO LATE SORRY]

[punched_hitler]

[Steve's feeling festive, himself - honestly, he would have been feeling festive even without the red, white, and blue Christmas sweater that Bucky had given him as a kid that had admittedly been a lot larger before thee end of the flood.

So when he sees her in the hall, the day after a package "mysteriously" appeared in front of his door, he grins and waves her down.] Hey - I wanted to say thank you, Lydia.