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"Miah!" Maria cried in joy as she tackled the other agent. "Merry Christmas, Miah!"

Frédéric De Grasse was watching the flames slowly lick at the wooden structure. He looked around for his son and eventually found him near the exit, talking to... well something. Good. Gaspard could get out in time should things get messy.

Frédéric stared back at the fire. Several agents were doing their best to extinguish the flames on the ground and a few had gotten a boost from their comrades, allowing them to fight the fire spreading in the rafters. The rest were watching the spectacle unfold, munching on various chocolate-covered snacks. The FicPsych nurse watched as one agent above him held a fuming bit of wood under the smoke detector, hoping to activate the sprinkler system.

Needless to say, it didn't work. The pipes emitted a low rumble, then spat out dust.

The agent in the rafters swore, pinching out the burning stick she held before tossing it aside. "Hey guys," she shouted to the onlookers. "There is a FIRE up here y'know. Come on, help me out here!"

Frédéric spoke up: "Instead of focusing your efforts on putting out all of the fires, shouldn't you deal with the source of the problem first?"

All were silent for a second, then every eye (or other eldritch seeing organ) in the room was focused on the flaming fairy, still gleefully setting fires to the ceiling.

Cali calmly passed out the super water guns that Castor had made for him and the children. Hannah supervised Helen, helping the toddler aim at the ceiling and not the food table. Kyle and Kevin were gone in an instant, reappearing on top of some metal shelving a few moments later, where they joined in putting out the ceiling fire.

Miah considered that neither the fire nor the water could possibly end well, and made a run on the chocolate buffet.

Kelok shook his head ruefully as he watched the fairy light the Lounge on fire. Unger and Khazad-Dym were dancing with joy, all memories of nearly killing himself apparently forgotten. Kelok checked the position of the sprinklers and moved into an alcove that he judged to be protected.

He didn't understand the theme of this party, but Dr. Fitzgerald had recommended that he be more social, and these chocolate covered onions were particularly tasty.

...smiled in appreciation. Thank you. I have been out of reading material for a while now. Wondering if he had misinterpreted how Christmas presents worked (most of his knowledge about it came from half remembered commercials,) he said, a little sheepishly. I got you something slightly more practical. Perhaps a Dracon Bean was not an appropriate gift. Why was he worried about this? Did he really care that much about what Ilraen thought? Orken tried to slow his racing thoughts.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that, sir. My name is Gaspard De Grasse."

Gaspard looked up at Kasaiko. "As for my armband, ma'am, it's because I'm still an intern here. Haven't been hired yet, probably due to rotten luck. I've been bounced around three times already: first, I tried getting into DoSAT but I wasn't knowledgeable enough about the tech. Then, I applied for DMS but I actually botched my first outing as an intern by failing to kill the Sue. Now I'm trying to get into Intelligence. So far, things are looking up for my career. I hope things go right."

Gaspard paused. "So enough about me. What Departments are you two considering? Kasaiko looks like a good candidate for DoGA."

"Ah, yes, I should introduce myself," the deep one began, "I am Yn'hrai, a deep one. We are from the deep oceans of the Cthulhu Mythos. Great Cthulhu is often the only thing people know of from the Mythos, and so creatures such as myself are rarely seen. We are amphibious, and naturally very long lived."

At this moment, Yn'hrai looked up, and saw that there was a small fire burning in the rafters directly above him. "As for my companion," the deep one continued, "Kasaiko is fairy from the Touhou continuum. All fairies from her universe are associated with some aspect of nature, and also have some minor power relating to that aspect of nature." The deep one noted that she was clear across the room at this point, and continued speaking, "Fairies will also somehow revive if killed, though the exact mechanics of this are neither clear nor consistent. Additionally, fairies are very childish, and are unconcerned by death. As you have most likely deduced, Kasaiko's aspect is-"

At that moment Yn'hrai was interrupted by a rather loud shout of "HI INHI!" from Kasaiko. She had finished her "cleaning" of the rafters, which, as Yn'hrai noted worriedly, involving igniting almost the entire ceiling. While most of the fire on the floor had been put out by various agents, they would have trouble reaching such high places. Kasaiko, oblivious to her partner's emotions, shouted "Hey, who's your friend? And why does he have that strange color on his arm?" pointing toward the urple armband.

Yn'hrai then turned to address the man, and stated apologetically, "How rude of me, I have not asked your name yet."

and faced his speaker. "AUUUGH- oh, I mean, yessir. I mean, no sir. Well, I mean .. if you haven't noticed, this place is kind of... combustible. Pyro fairy and tinderbox conditions do not match."

Gaspard looked up at the rafters, where the fairy was searching for something to "clean". "Why does she keep on dying and... respawning? How does it work? And if you don't mind me asking, what exactly ARE you? I've never seen anyone like you before."

Yn'hrai, glad his Touhou-verse companion was with someone else for now, hopped over to the snack bar. All he saw that was edible was some tuna, but it was a strange brownish color. "All the food here is rotten, how do they ..."

"HI YINRA!" shouted Kasaiko, despite being right next to the deep one. As he turned around, he noticed several burning couches and chairs, as well as single spot on the floor that had caught fire. "The people with fire patches are from the Department of Geographical Abrasions! They use fire to clean up, and I'm helping! See how much of the furniture I've cleaned?" said the fairy with a proud look.

"How many times must I tell you, my name is Yn'hrai. Additionally, the flame flash patch marks a person as being a member of the Department of Geographical ABERRATIONS," the deep one stated. "Furthermore, the D.o.G.A. uses fire to cleanup uncanonical locations in badfic, not for housekeeping. As such,... wait, where are you going?" asked Yn'hrai as Kasaiko flew off toward the lights.

Yn'hrai considered tackling her before she could light anything else, but quickly realized that doing so would result in him catching on fire, and unlike her, he would not respawn. At this point, he noticed a rather nervous looking intern near the exit, and hopped over to him. "Hello sir," the deep one croaked, "Is my companion causing you trouble?", he asked, pointing to the newly respawned fairy.

"Yes, nice to see you again too," he said.

Shrugging, he looked around. "I have no idea. I remember someone telling me that you have to distract yourself in order to find your way around here," he said and indicated the pocket of his longcoat.

Then, he noticed a trio of people trying to catch someone's attention. "A moment, if you will, Percy," he said. Turning to the trio, he muttered, barely audible over all of the noise, "Hullo there."

he said "Oh hey Caliban! How are ya? Yeah I didn't always look like this."

Putting his hands in his pockets Percy continued, "Anyway this place is pretty damn weird, walls appearing out of nowhere and stuff. I still can't figure out how I got back here! And I still have no clue what I'm doing, Maybe you could help?"

"Hey, watch it!" he said. "Oh, it's you, Percy. Hullo there."
Running after the green-skinned man, he, too, stepped on a few feet. "Of course they'll look at you, Percy," he said, "Your skin is green. But, then again, there are so many weird things here..." he said.

Logan, Aegis and Kern wandered into the lounge. Logan's hair looked even more dishevelled than usual.
The sounds of an ongoing argument wafted in from the corridor.

"... look, I was tired, ok?" said Logan, looking at Kern irritably.

"If you're expecting any sympathy from me, think again," said Kern. "No one forced you to go to Rudi's last night, let alone drink that many beers. And now we're late for the party, thanks to you."

Logan didn't reply - his partner's nagging only making his hangover worse - and made a beeline for the drinks table. Hair of the dog, and all that...

Aegis and Kern looked around for any Agents they knew, soon after joined by Logan, who had appropriated several drinks. Logan thought he recognised the Andalite - Nume's partner, right? - but he didn't recall meeting most of the other agents present.

The trio of ESAS agents tried to catch the attention of some nearby agents and strike up a conversation.

It was the same ghoul he had met earlier that day, not the angry one with the weird advice but the cool one with the metal teeth.

"Derwin! That's his name." Percy said to himself before taking off in his direction, his lanky frame slipping between people at an as high speed as he could manage.

Sadly he didn't achieve this without stepping on a few people's feet, drawing cries and indignant looks in his direction.

"Derwin my buddy, my pal, my chum! You gotta help me, everybody keeps looking at me and I don't know anyone and I was wondering If you could hide me or something!" Percy cried out as he reached the ghoul.

Then at the wooden furniture. Then at the wooden floors. Then at the manic fairy randomly setting stuff on fire.

According to the chatter he overheard while grabbing some snacks, the Lounge had gone up in a blaze several times in the past. Just how much of this room is flammable anyways? How fast would the flames spread? Were there any fire extinguishers in the room? Probably not, he reasoned. That's why the place burnt down several times.

Gaspard started to drift towards the exit. Just in case.

Hopping through the doors at that moment was a deep one, with a fairy flying not far behind. The deep one had long forelimbs and a long head, while any details about the fairy were hidden due to her being on fire.

"Now Kasaiko, we are trying make a good impression on these people," the deep one stated. "Please make at least some attempt to control your impulses. Fire is NOT to be considered a method of conversation."

"Don't be so boring, Yanri, fire is ALWAYS good!" Kasaiko retorted, as she set an unused chair on fire. "And besides, everyone is really happy to see it! Just look how shiny it is!" the fairy continued. As she was flying off to set something else ablaze, she died from the heat, only to respawn at the chair she had just lit.

"My name is Yn'hrai, and fire is most distinctly not good. Notice how it just killed you?" the deep one asked, as Kasaiko managed to ignite herself again.

"Fire totally harmless. See, this chair's just fine!" Kasaiko stated over a pile of ashes that used to be a chair. "And look at the people with fire on their patches! I'm going to go talk to them!" she said sticking her tongue out at Yn'hrai.

"That fool, when will she ever learn..." said Yn'hrai disdainfully.

At this point, the doors opened and a small group of people entered the room. The most distinctive one was a tall man with pale purple skin and green hair, who was practically bouncing with glee. "Come on, you lot!" he exclaimed, on noticing two of his companions were hanging back a bit. "If I can get excited about something that doesn't even exist where I come from, you've no excuse."

"You get excited about any reason to have a party, Dayn," was Andrew's only response, while Alyssa and her daemon Kian - still a bit nervous around big groups, after nearly four years in the PPC - just smiled a bit sheepishly.

Dayn shrugged slightly and grinned. "I'd have dragged Faith along, too, but she said something about preferring to spend time with Parjai."

"To be fair, he doesn't generally do parties," pointed out Russell, who was looking a bit more enthusiastic. "And we know what she's like about him." They all chuckled at his understatement; Faith was head-over-heels in love with the clone commando, and took any opportunity to just spend time alone with him.

"Anyway, that ain't the issue," said Kayla, the older of the two women in the group. "Go on, all o' you - party time. Looks like it's been pretty lively as it is already."

Russell and Dayn didn't need any further encouragement, and set off in different directions - Russell headed for the snack table, hoping to get a drink, while Dayn bounced off towards the music and conversation. Andrew hung back a bit more until Kayla gently shoved him at the nearest group of people. "Go. Socialise. At least say hi to people. It's Christmas, even you can relax a bit."

He rolled his eyes, but decided not to argue and approached the people nearby. Kayla, shadowed by Alyssa and Kian, strolled off in another direction, hoping to say hello to a few others.

Lee turned around to see if she could find her way back to Ian and Sammy. The crowd had shifted enough that the subjects of Lee's search were blocked from sight, however, and given the density of said crowd, Lee figured that it'd probably be best for her to just wait until she spotted her partner and surrogate daughter. She spotted a nearby empty chair and quickly claimed it, the fabric of her silk robes-- in the traditional blue-with-white-fur-trim of her home 'Verse --rustling a bit as she moved. Lee sank down into the chair, content in watching the crowd around her.

She saw Ilraen and Orken nearby, though she only really recognized Orken from the mission they had gone on together.

Natasha nodded, "Yeah, I don't really like parties all that much either. Too much going on at once. The only reason I actually came was because Sylvia wanted to go and ,well, I um, I didn't want to be alone in the RC."

Sylvia, who was still wandering around and taking everything in, stopped at the brightly decorated Christmas tree. Smiling, she began to examine one of the ornaments, turning it around in her hands. Sylvia was very tempted to take the shiny sphere, but this being the PPC, she didn't know whether it would explode if she did.

This Sylvia isn't my agent is she? Because if so, she's turned into a 15 year old blonde girl and is acting kind of OOC.

Gaspard stood up and headed towards the snack bar. That choco-tuna has horrendous: why on earth would anyone make that, let alone eat it?

"Curse my curiosity. I really shouldn't have eaten that," muttered the intern as he wove through the crowd.

...thought it over. It was a boost to your strength, I think? What was that item called he snapped his fingers. Grognak the Barbarian? You have a real one of those! Dude, thats awesome. He grinned.

"Weeeell. That WOULD be telling, but since you got me something too, I suppose I can give a hint." Cadmar looked around sneakily. "Have you ever played Fallout 3? It's what your friend gives you." Cadmar smiled. "So, any hints for me?"