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Derwin cheered. He grabbed Natasha in a hug. Turning to Cadmar and Maria, he gave another big grin. "This is Natasha! She gave me chrystals!"

... Lisa grabbed a cracker and examined it. "Oh, these are the things with the little paper hats inside? I've always wondered what the point of these was... I mean, it's a paper hat. Ooh!" Lisa suddenly had what would later be classified as either the worst or the best idea ever. "You don't mind if I take these, right? 'K, thanks, bye!" She grabbed the box and scuttled off, using the much-loved beam-me-up-Scotty spell to go to her RC for a while.

She spent the next twenty minutes doing things you probably don't want to know about.

When Lisa got back to the party, she sought out out the Scribe, in the hopes that the woman would not be averse to trying out her new invention.

"Oh God, your famous Christmas crackers?" The Scribe groaned when Lisa pulled her aside. "I really shouldn't spend a whole lot of time with you, you know... Time travel?"

Lisa blinked. "Famous?"

The Scribe facepalmed mentally. "So this is your first time making them... ugh... now I have to try one..." The woman gingerly took hold of the end of the cracker and pulled.

There was a loud BANG and the immediate area, including the party guests, was covered with red paint. The Scribe groaned again. "How in the world do you do that..."

Lisa immediately launched into lecture mode. "While it is impossible to store a large object inside of a small object, this can be worked around by storing said large object inside of an otherspace pocket, the opening of which is inside of said smaller object, and which will be opened upon a pre"programmed" signal..."

The Scribe wandered off to wash her hands.

Lisa ran off to try her new toys out on some guests.

Orken did not know how to react. He could have sworn that the older agent had been challenging him. Maybe he had misread the situation. It certainly wouldnt be the first time. It was around this point that he realized Nume was offering his hand. Ah, this again. This, he knew.

Shaking Numes hand, he said, Ah. Well, dont worry, Agent Supernumerary, the last thing I would want to do is undo any of the work youve put into training Ilraen. It has been not unpleasant to finally meet you. I wish you a happy religious or non religious festival of your choosing. Or, if you so choose, of course, no celebration at all.

Orken had never understood the term happy holidays, since, it had always implied to him that those who choose not to celebrate were somehow being left out of any well wishes. He had viewed it as one more example of humans irrationally separating each other into groups. His former host had called him paranoid and Thomas had told him he was way over thinking things.

He shoved his irrelevant musings into a far corner of his head, and gave one of his rare genuine smiles. Well, if you two will excuse me, I think Im going to try some of that chocolate covered ham Ilraen seems to love so much. While I know taking food recommendations from an Andalite can result in the consumption of some non-food items, I think Ill take his suggestion this time. Hopefully Ill be seeing you two around.

"Oh, hey Derwin!" Cadmar said with a smile.

Maria waved at the ghoul. "Merry holiday thing to you too!"

...said Gaspard as the girl he was talking to dived under a table. "She's going to meet somebody she's already seen... next year?" he wondered aloud. Deciding to give logic a rest, he shrugged his shoulders and quickly stepped out of the way as a disgruntled woman wearing a trench coat stormed past him. After giving her a second glance, the intern returned to his table where his fellow interns were seated.

"The main snack table is down," Gaspard said. "So I'm headed to the Cafeteria to go and get some more food. Can I convince some of you to come with me?"

"I'll go," said Philip, rising from his seat. "Besides, those choco-snails were staring to get gross after a while. Maybe we can find some REAL food in there."

"You're talking about the Cafeteria, Philip," replied Gaspard as they walked to the doors. "Knowing them, they've probably got some nasty stuff waiting for us in there."

"Like... chocolate-covered anchovies."

"Choco-steak."

"Friday's lasagna."

"Stu of the day."

"Let's not go there," said Philip hastily as he pushed open the doors. "Last time I ordered that there was strange lumps in my food."

"Right," said Gaspard as the two boys stepped out into the hallway. "Which way is the Cafeteria again?"

to the party. After being given that switchblade from Derwin, she had been left speechless. The problem with her and holiday presents was that if someone gave one to her, Natasha would feel guilty about it until she gave something in return. Which is why after Derwin had excused himself to go say hi to some of his friends, Natasha had raced back to her and Sylvia's RC to find something that would work as a gift. There being a fire might have had something to do with the speed that she had left the lounge.

Running back in (After checking to make sure that the fire had stopped)Natasha scanned the room for Derwin, gift clutched in hand. Seeing, him, Natasha ran up to the ghoul, breathing hard.

"Um, I uh- I didn't say thank you for the Switchblade, so, um, yeah. Thanks! And I um, I realized that um- well..."

Natasha trailed off, holding up her hand to give Derwin the present. It was a cluster of purple crystals, each pointing straight up from a grey stone below them.

"It's amethyst. I got it from this store in World One during summer once. I brought it from home because, well, it's pretty. I figure that you can use it to smash a Sue's face in for a bit of ironic justice."
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Meanwhile, Sylvia had been watching all of the commotion unfold, wondering if setting things on fire was part of the holiday, when she suddenly found herself wet, sticky, and smelling very sweet.

After a moment of shock, came a moment of anxiety about the condition of her trench coat. And then came the predictable moment of rage. Whoever was responsible was going to pay.

Sylvia grabbed a nearby party-goer.

"Tell me who's responsible for this." she demanded, motioning at her soaked clothing. The agent pointed at a black haired man wearing glasses. "Thanks."

Striding up to the man, Sylvia gave her best attempt at a death glare.

"Explain." she snarled, once again motioning to her wet coat, "Now."

... in which Ilraen waited for an explosion, but it didn't come. Nume simply went "Huh" before going on:

"I guess he wasn't exaggerating when he said you take the whole professionalism thing seriously. All right. As long as you don't undo all my hard work training him up and don't bother me, who you spend your time on is none of my damn business." Relaxing his posture, he unfolded one arm enough to stick out a long, pale hand.

Ilraen breathed again. Nume and other people was always dicey, but that had gone pretty well. For a given definition of "well," anyway.

(( Sorry I'm so slow in replying. I've got the day off tomorrow, so I'll try to make the most of it. {= ) ))

Derwin smiled widely. "Ooh! Caddy and Maria are here! Yay!" He politely excused himself from the conversation he was having with Natasha,and bounded over to the two Floaters. "Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Crazy Kwanza, and other cliche holiday related well-wishes!"

... "heard about them. I thought they were some sort of English Christmas treat. I suppose I really should have read Harry Potter more carefully... So... what do you do with these things?" Lisa finished her mini-monolouge, staring curiously at the crackers.

... looked at the young woman. "No, they're not food, they're crackers. Haven't you ever seen Christmas crackers before?"

Gillies grabbed a plate, and put several slices of pumpkin bread on it. "If you're looking for food, try these."

((OOC: Briggs speaks with a definite British accent, but there wasn't a good spot to note that. Christmas crackers: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_cracker ))

... streaked over to the Christmas crackers, almost jumping for joy. "Normal foo..." she trailed off as she looked in the box. "Those... are not crackers. Those... are not even edible. Or food. Are you trying to poison me?"

... looked around, and set her tray of pumpkin bread on the corner of the chocolate table. "It's not chocolate-covered, but this looks like the only surviving snack table. So much for sorting the food."

She glanced over the tray. It looked like most of the bread had survived the PPC-style firefighting. Gillies took two slices with glass fragments off the tray, and dropped them in the trash. She smiled at the others gathered at the snacks. "Anyone want a Christmas cracker? My partner brought a box full, straight from World One London."

... chocolate-covered pineapple slice from the other table, looked at it doubtfully, and then shrugged and bit in. "Well, chocolate table isn't so bad. But yeah, I'm applying for Floaters. Might transfer to Bad Slash if I feel the need to destroy my brain."

Lisa glanced over the table and blanched. "Oh, crap. I've gotta go, there's a time-traveling maniac who I'm supposed to meet next year coming after me."

With that, she ducked under the table.

Thomas grinned. Im glad you like it. Uh, if you pull the green beads, it releases sleeping gas. That might be useful at some point in the future. He felt awkward in front of the couple. Uh. Nice meeting you, dude. I have to go give Maria her present, and then I want to see if those dudes who were on the mission with us when Orken got the goauld in his head are around here.
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Orken did not know whether to take Numes statements as an attempt at intimidation, or simply an attempt to protect his partner. Perhaps it was both. Either way, intimidation was not something that worked well on the former Yeerk.

Whatever you may think of our friendship, Agent Supernumerary, I can tell you that I have no intention of doing anything to harm your partner. Despite rumors to the contrary, Yeerks do care about more than messing with the heads of others. Besides, Ilraen has proven himself to be willful. I doubt I could really mess with him very badly. He decided not to elaborate on the argument they had had about Thomas behavior. Now was not the time to open that particular can of worms. He continued.

Maybe I could undermine his self confidence a little if I really tried, but even if you do not trust that I actually like this Andalite, remember that doing anything to hurt him would be detrimental to this organization. If you cant trust my motivations, at least know you can trust my loyalty to the PPC, and in doing so know that I would never do anything to negatively impact the performance of one of its members. We will not have any problems, he said, not thinking about anyone ever daring to question his loyalty.

... over his black sweater-vest and waited for Thomas to leave without replying. The younger man was in such a hurry, a response hardly seemed necessary, especially not with Ilraen on smile-and-wave duty already.

"Well, I'm glad he didn't cause any trouble," he replied to Orken. He didn't have much height on the other man, if any, but he used every nanometer to peer down over his glasses. "I can't say I get this kooky friendship thing, though. If you mess with his head, I don't mind telling you that you and I will have a serious problem. Whatever he told you about me was probably nicer than I deserve. He's like that; you might've noticed."

The subject under discussion stared at Nume with a flat expression, not quite sure whether he was being complimented or insulted in his partner's misguided attempt to protect him. He wanted to say something to clarify the matter.

"The chocolate-covered ham is very good," he said. "Have you tried it?"

On reflection, that probably wasn't the optimal approach.

"Let's see..." Cadmar pulled the lid off and looked inside. "Hmm? A necklace? Oooh, that's what you meant by beads!"

With Miah and Maria

Miah looked a bit guilty. "It has been a while since we've had a team building exercise."

Cali, Cadmar, and Thomas

"What'd you get, Cadmar?" Cali asked excitedly.

replied Gaspard. "Unless you can conjure up food outta nowhere with your magic. By the way, which Department are you applying for? No, wait, let me guess... Floaters, right?"

At that moment, Gaspard's father came up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. "I gotta go now, my shift is going to start soon. Your mother is pulling an all-nighter: she's currently purging Phazon from some character named James Raynor so she won't be coming here after all. Don't stay up too late and stay away from the chocolate onions," said the nurse as he left the Lounge.

...from the surviving snacks table, Kaliel left Orion talking with someone she didn't recognize and surveyed the party around her. Now that the fire had come under control-- a few of the rafters were still smoldering, but other than that, the majority of the flames had been quenched --it seemed like everything was going back to normal. Kali caught sight of Kelok lurking in a nearby corner and figured that she may as well go say hello. She walked over to the Wraith, idly itching at the scratchy wool of her left sleeve with her free hand as she moved.

"Hello, Kelok," she said, giving her fellow Stargate native a smile. "Enjoying the party so far?"

Thomas cleared his throat. I can see that there is no need for either of you two dudes to answer my question. Uh. Well. This is kind of awkward. Well Ill leave you two be, but first, I wanted to give you this present. I guess its a combination Christmas and saving my life gift. Whatever you do, dont pull off a red bead. It will explode instantly. Thomas thought that the Sue necklace he had picked up a few missions back would look good on Cadmar. Of course, he didnt know what the rule on giving jewelry to girls in a relationship already was, but he hoped that it wouldnt make the situation even more awkward than it already was. Thomas handed the package to Cadmar.

Cadmar blinked and looked around. "Oh, looks like we kind of ignored him... I guess getting lost in someone isn't complete bullcrap after all." Cadmar spotted Thomas approaching with a couple of packages in his arms. "oh, there he is, sorry about that Thomas!"

With Maria and Miah

"You need to stop in more then," Maria said while glarign after the kids, who were harassing Mark. "C'mon, let's get you to Cadmar, he missed you too. oh, and I can smell Cali with her!"

Miah wiped her face, and looked around for Maria. When she spotted Maria hiding behind her, she said, "I always forget about you being a cat."

(OOC--sorry I didn't reply yesterday)

Cali pulled back from Cadmar as he finally processed that Thomas had asked him something.

"Hey, where'd he go?" he asked Cadmar.

Kelok was disappointed by the fall of the hedgehog and motor oil table, but said, "Don't worry, the chocolate table is fine."

He chose a small handful of chocolate covered slugs, and poured a cupful of chocolate covered eggnog. He checked to be sure that Unger was not actively encouraging the flames in anyway, and went back to his alcove in case the fire suppressant suddenly decided to work. He never wanted to be in the middle of a flood of that stuff that managed to be both slick and sticky at the same time again.

... while covered in stuffed hedgehogs and orange slices. "For your information, I'm fourteen, a wizard, and yes, I am an agent. Well... in training. But still."

She got up, dusted herself off, and looked regretfully at the remains of the snack table. "... Sorry about that. I'm notoriously clumsy. Erm. There aren't anymore snacks, then?"