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"Sure! Just warning you, I'm not completely human. I got augmented in my homefic with a bunch of weird alien tech we didn't really understand, so, er, just... be careful. Or don't. Up to you, really, but just let me know in advance so I can bring the wheelbarrow for you behind the bar. Of course, if you're not quite human either, that just makes things more interesting." Lola's grin stretched ever wider. "See you both there! Oh, and I promise not to let my partner try out his bleep stuff on you again. They're getting better, I'll give him that, but I prefer drinks that don't bend space and time into interesting shapes."

"It's probably not a good ide--" he began.

"Rudi's sounds great," the Aviator butted in, cutting him off. She gave Zeb a tight smile and nodded at Lola. "After this is done, then?"

"Alright, cob. It's obviously a bit of a touchy subject, but I'll hold you to that. See you in Rudi's sometime, maybe? Feel free to bring your partner along too. Now there's a woman in need of a Screaming Orgasm or six." She grinned. "It's a cocktail, before you ask. Oh, jeez, I've said something else wrong now, haven't I? See, this is why I let Algie do the talking. I'm no bloody good at it when it's not being shouted over a comm."

He looked back at his partner, then at the gathered agents, laughing and having a good time.

"I'll tell you later," he said quietly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Aviator slouch further in her seat.

"Heh, I love those books too. My partner - he's over there, I think you've met - absolutely adores them, but then he's really into magic as a field of study. I mean, I just kind of let him get on with it, y'know? Just so long as there's something heavy to hide behind." She looked back at the Aviator, took in her scowl, and looked back at Zeb with a raised eyebrow. "Is... she alright? I'd ask directly, but I'm not sure I'd get an answer."

"We-e-ell," Zeb said, trying to think of some way to break the hostile silence, "I, uh, I guess I need to pick again, right?" He padded over to the pile of presents and picked out a rather heavy one, pushing it along the floor with his nose until the Aviator got up and carried it back for him.

"Opposable thumbs, much?" she muttered.

"Shaddap," he said good-naturedly, and set about ripping the paper off with his teeth. His eyes lit up when he saw what was inside. "New Harry Potter books!"

((Would it be possible for the spreadsheet to show who's picked what? I'm starting to lose track.))

Lola stroked it idly as she looked around. "Thanks, cob. I appreciate that. And, er, listen, whoever you are..." Lola sighed. "I'm guessing you've had some bad experiences with my colleagues. It happens. Way, way more than it should. If there's anything you need, anything I can do to help, you come find me, okay? We're not all bad." She gave a chirpy, slightly winsome grin.

She did not look too happy at Lola's last statement.

"Erm, well, if you're sure," he said. "Seriously, though, don't let it eat anything. It won't be pretty if you do." He nodded at the Aviator, who gingerly handed the Tribble to Lola like she might bite.

"That's okay. I'm DIA; it's not like I'm not good at keeping stuff locked up. That was a joke. Why're you looking at me like that, cob?"

He stood up, prepared to walk towards the pile, and then decided that it would be better to reach over with his scarf and grab the nearest present, which was surprisingly small and flat. Whitney facepalmed.

"Show-off," Sarah mumbled, offering Cupid a tissue.

As soon as Backslash opened up his present, his eyes widened. "Is that... Toon Link and a Great Fairy?!"

"It looks hand-drawn," said Whitney. "I think this would make an excellent wall decoration."

"Why, I can't agree more! Whomever drew this, you have my thanks! And Whitney's too, I gue-OW!"

The trainer had whapped him on the back of the head. "There's no need for me to thank anyone," she laughed. "I'm sure this wasn't intended for anybody specific."

"...Oh. Never mind, then!"

"Then you'll love that pickaxe! We snagged it from the PPC's first ever Minecraft Sue a while ago. The fic didn't specified what enchantments it had, but we now know it's got Efficiency V, Unbreaking III, and Fortune III. It didn't have Silk Touch, though. Wonder why they skipped that?"

"Because it's ridiculously counter-productive when mining for diamonds and other gems, and renders the Fortune III completely useless?" asked E.V.L.

"...Dang. I never thought of that before!"

"And don't worry, it's 100-percent ocean-friendly! I even made it myself..."

"...from your own shed teeth, right?" said Sarah.

Lapis yelped, her face turning first blue and then red. "Sarah! Who gave you the right say that?!"

"Hey, I was just asking!"

Zeb's ears flattened against his head. "Just, these things breed really fast if you let them eat anything..."

"Hi, cob! Forgot you were on the guest list. If you're concerned about being able to control a Tribble, well, I'd be only too happy to take the little fluffball off your hands." Lola prodded the Tribble in the box. "Whosa good Tribble? Whosit? Is it you? Yes! Yes, it's you!"

..."I'm sure this would be an interesting read. Thank you, Kala."

"Technically, she didn't give it to you," said Falchion, stifling a laugh. "She just put the gift in the pile and you picked it randomly."

"Ah. Very true. Though I suppose Rashida would like this even more, seeing as mythology is more suited to her. Maybe I could give it to her sometime?"

"Shhh! Not in front of Kala!"

"And aren't you supposed to take a new gift now that yours is mine?" she asked, winking.

"Yeah, what she said," added Rayner. "You can either steal from someone else or pick a new gift. Your choice."

(Though I'm pretty sure we can revise that to having Sarah saying "Gesundheit" and "double Gesundheit" to her partner off-camera or something. XD)

"Bwuh?" Miguel checked his ticket. "So it is. Thanks, Chris." He headed for the stage. Fortunately, since the pile of gifts was much smaller, he could pick a gift from the bottom and not worry about the whole thing collapsing. He opened it carefully... "Oh my God. Please tell me this has virgin recipes in it."

"Wait, what?" his partners asked.

Miguel hung his head and sighed. "We got a book of cocktail recipes and some mixers. A virgin cocktail, if what I read on the Internet is true, is a cocktail without any booze in it. Since I'm fifteen and Chris is technically twelve..."

"I'll have to have them, too," said Violet with a serious expression. "I don't know what other parts of the Sue I used to be stuck around after I got rescued, and I refuse to risk finding out that I'm just as bad as Cupid where booze is concerned." A few rows behind her, a certain someone sneezed twice in a row.

Ami smiled approvingly. "How mature! I'm impressed, Vi!" She created a magical hand for Violet to high-five.

"Common sense isn't the same as maturity," Violet grumbled, but she accepted the high-five anyway.

"Ooh, is it my turn?" he asked. He checked his number and stood up, going over to the pile. He delicately grabbed a box in his mouth by the ribbon and carried it back to his spot, where he sat, puzzling at how to go about unwrapping it until the Aviator leaned over and pulled the paper off for him. "Thanks," Zeb said, nosing the lid off. He looked inside to see...

A ball of fur.

He tilted his head. "Um..."

The ball of fur purred and his eyes widened." Is that a Tribble?" he asked, backpedaling away from the box.

The Aviator leaned over to see for herself. "Looks like," she said, scooping it out of the box and cuddling it. "Aren't you a cute little thing?"

"Sure, it's cute now," Zeb said, "until you're neck deep in them and they've eaten everyone out of HQ."

((The laser spanner's got a wilver casing and bismange light, so it's not fun to look at.))

"Yep, that's a laser spanner," the Aviator said. "Sorry about the coloring, but what do you expect from Suvian instruments? And just a heads-up, I don't know how long that one will last. Alex's broke down after about seven months, so..." She shrugged.

Kala scuttled up to the pile of gifts and selected one of the smallest boxes. She rapidly tore the box apart, and looked at its contents curiously.

“… what is it? It looks like a sonic screwdriver, but I don’t recall those having a hook at the end, or having these really stupid eye-burning colors…” She pressed a button on the device, and a red laser connected the base and tip.

Valon stared covetously at the gadget. “… hon? I think you just nabbed yourself a laser spanner.”

"All right, my turn. Let's have a go at it, shall we?"

He sauntered over to the gift pile and examined it for a few seconds. Once again, there was a flat envelope-- but the Guardsman decided to skip it this time. Instead, he chose a largeish plain-looking box and returned to his seat. He popped the lid and lifted a diamond pickaxe from the box.

"Ooooh. Shiny," he said, turning the pickaxe over in his hands. "Right when I was considering putting money into some short-range bludgeoning weapon. Perfect."

"My turn my turn my turn! Let's see..." Her two tentacles grabbed a small box that seemed even smaller next to the eleven-foot kraken. "Ooooh, what's in heeere?"

Carefully opening the box, so as to not damage its contents, Stephanie found herself holding a bunch of bony triangles on a string. "Shark teeth?" Her skin momentarily changed to the shock-white color of fear, before its color and texture changed to match burnished gold. "I don't know who made this, but I love it!"

(OOC: Yup, Stephanie's skin is a mood ring when she's not paying attention to it.)

Kala's tail waved back and forth. "The world's first epic. And, if the legends of my people are to be believed, our ancestor was the guide of Gilgamesh himself."

Her husband shrugged. "Who knows? In your world, he might have been. There's no telling what historical liminals were like."