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Who: opal, nightingale, and you
Broadcast: video!
Action: on the pathstone
When: now!

[When the feed turns on, it’s focused on... so many Christmas sweaters laying on a bed. There are more, hidden beneath those four and out of view of the camera; from what can be seen, it looks like there are at least three or four more. The camera swings around to two girls, one of whom has the most deadpan look on her face.]

I officially hate sponsor drops. I want none of this.

[The other one just looks kind of confused.]

I’m pretty sure this is another Earth reference or something that I’m missing here. What the fuck is wrong with Earth?

[It earns a snort out of Opal.]

There are many things wrong with Earth, and all of them are a long story. Don’t worry about it. Anyways, the point is that someone should come here and take these away because every single one is kind of the worst thing ever? Save us.

Either that or we can throw them out into space. That’s an option too. There’s a sun nearby to hurl these into, right?

[She sounds dead serious about this.]

...Maybe we should at least see if anyone wants them before we toss them into a sun? [But, she smiles.] I am totally saving shoving them out of an airlock as a plan B, though. Thank you for that.

[She glances back at the camera for a moment, though, giving the feed a Look.]

Seriously, though, get these far enough away that I never have to see them again.

[ooc: blue is opal, purple is nightingale!]

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No - look. The Christmas spirit it's...cheer, good will among men, a camaraderie of terrible sweaters you get mocked for well into the new year. It's...not worrying about what people think about you because you're spending your time with your loved ones.

[ he hasn't gotten to do that since he was a child, have christmas with a family - his family. he never really does the sweater thing but now that he thinks about it...he wants all of it, all the goofy and cliche and sappy. ]

It's a religious celebration, and I grew up on stories of the heroes who killed the last gods.

[She's going to absolutely avoid talking about mockery and loved ones because ha ha ha those issues.]

Also, they're ugly enough that I'm pretty sure if I keep them, Sparrow is going to find me and strangle me for it. She is pretty intense about fashion.

It started that way, but really, it's more of a national holiday. Religious people celebrate the birth of Christ, and the rest of us celebrate hanging out with family and friends, pretty lights, and sales.

They have to be ugly. If they're not ugly they're not proper Christmas sweaters.

Okay, but I'm not from that nation either. I really want nothing to do with these.

But Opal is, and in that nation it's the duty of friends and loved ones to make sure their friends and loved ones get in the Christmas spirit.

I'm bringing her home with me, anyway, whenever we make it back, so it's okay if she gets in the habit now of not getting into that spirit.

[ aww. that makes him smile. ]

All the more reason to keep some of home's best traditions alive.

If this is a 'best' tradition, I am not sure I want to hear any of the rest.

You girls are really meant to be.

[okay, you may have been teasing, but she's suddenly very red and flustered.]

Huh- What? I mean, not that I'm complaining, but what brought that on?

[ oh no that's adorable. ]

Just, seeing your impact on each other.

[ it's sweet, in a buzzkill sorta way. ]

[She's so confused, but... This is good, right? This sounds good. (She still has to grapple with the idea that someone might think she has a good impact on anything, but.)]

You're starting to sound like Silver, and that is very worrying.