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Ilraen flinched at the shout from the red-haired girl with the radio and watched for a moment, until she left and everything settled down again. He shook his head, then took the brown-wrapped package from the top of Orken's stack and replaced it with his, which had the unmistakeable heft of two middle-sized paperbacks. He watched Orken tear into it with his characteristic precision. Inside were copies of A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.

"I'm not certain if you have read these before," Ilraen said, "but since you are in a science fiction division, I thought you might like to have them anyway. If you don't, that is. They're considered classics in World One. I read them both during the quarantine in 2008 and found them fascinating." He watched for Orken's reaction, unconsciously hunching his shoulders and turning over the package in his hands.

and he knew it. With three Sues against one agent, things were looking dire. It didnt help that they were all wielding blasters and the lone agent on the field was armed with a butter knife. With apprehension, the agent attacked one of the Sues, but was cut to shreds by a hail of laser fire. Okay, you got me, Gaspard said as he dumped his cards on the table. Some game, eh?

The intern he was playing against, a 15-year old blonde girl named Sylvia, scooped the remaining PPC game cards into the central pile. Yeah, she replied, shuffling the deck. That was a lucky hand I got though. If you had played Agent Entropy and had a Noble dragon active while Jaycacia was out, you might have lasted longer.

Ill be sure to do that next time, Gaspard said as he observed the rest of the party. Jeez, how long does it take to go out and get some chocolates? Its been ten minutes since we sent Philip and Ben on the snack run. He took the closest edible looking thing and put it in his mouth. He promptly spat it out. Ouache! Quest-ce que cest que ça? he exclaimed. A piece of chocolate-covered clam lay on the floor. Someone has some really...odd tastes here.

You dont say, said Sylvia as she took a swig of hot chocolate. Oh look, here they come and... what.
Gaspard swivelled in his seat and watched as two other interns, Philip and Ben, struggled to haul a heaping plate of various chocolate-covered goods over to the table. The boys dropped the plate onto the table with a sharp CLACK!

Feast on this, said Ben as he seated himself and grabbed several chocolate-covered cheese balls. Had a hard enough time trying to get this over here, people kept grabbing stuff off the plate. Must of thought we were waiters or something.

Are you sure this is good to eat? It looks... questionable, muttered Gaspard as he inspected a chocolate-covered crab leg he found on a chocolate-covered tuna. Is there a new seafood theme Im not aware of?

Dunno but chocolate is chocolate is chocolate. Im not complaining, spat Philip through a mouthful of choco-snail.

Im not so hungry anymore, said Gaspard as he pushed the plate away from him.

...gulped. Uh. I'm single. Thats why I was never mind. Whats this present you dudes got me? He didnt realize that his face was turning red.

"Hmm? Um, not really. I just started dating Cali. Not sure if you know him... How about you?" Cadmar didn't notice how awkward Thomas looked.

...grinned. Im having a blast! I get to sing loudly without anyone complaining, eat food thats terrible for me and the best part is, no missions! Also, presents. I dont know how many people are actually gonna give me one, but yay! You got me one.

He was quiet for a couple seconds, but then blurted out a question he had been wanting to ask since he had decided that the fact Cadmar had used to be male didnt matter.

So you single?

grinned widely. "Great!" she replied. "And you got me something? Thank you! Me and Maria got you guys something too, but I'm not sure where she put them... Anyway, having fun?"

...jumped when he saw Cadmar. Hey! Dude girl! Its been a while, yeah, but dont worry, I got something for you! Uh Orken has it though. And hes talking to his pal over there. He rolled his eyes and gestured towards where Ilraen and Orken where talking. I wasnt gonna bug them. Im trying to be nicer. He shuffled his feet nervously. So howve you been?

"Hey Thomas!" Cadmar waved to Thomas as she approached him. "Hey! How's it going? it's been a while."

Maria looked desperately around the room for a friendly face. "Soo... we pretend we never went under the mistletoe, and Luxury never caught us?"

Mark cleared his throat and ran his hands through his scarf. "Agreed. I am going to find something to do over there now..."

"Yeah, you do that." Maria shivered a bit. "I'm just going to go... ALLLL the way in the other direction."

" My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic, Fallout, - well. Not so much INTO it as Knows a lot about it - Harry Potter, Discworld." Derwin said promptly. "And yes, Gurgan is my partner. Unfortunately, he could'nt be here. His 'don't give a damn' was acting up, apparently." he frowned. "Ah, well. Social situations aren't really his strong area anyway."

"And I think there's some at the snacks table too."

"There better not be," Gerry said. "I really don't want to deal with anything strange tonight. At least, anything stranger than what's normal around here."

"There's something fishy going on here," she said, "and for once it's not Sea Devils. But did I hear someone mention chocolate-coated eggnog?"

...for Ilraen to set the present on top of the stack of three that he had. The bottom two looked hastily wrapped in balloon covered wrapping paper, most likely intended for childrens birthday presents. The one on top was smaller than the other two, and precisely wrapped in dull brown packing paper.

The one on top is for you. I thought it might be something you would be able to use.

Taking the present from Ilraen, he set it on the large of the two boxes Thomas had wrapped, and pulled on a loose spot on the paper with his free hand, and quickly had the package unwrapped.

"I have no idea, and yes, that was," she grumbled.

Colt was blinking in surprise, both arms up, before he properly processed that the strange woman had disappeared. "Uh. No. Nearly. But didn't."

"Only because of everyone else," Gerry added. "Now, pass me that bottle. I think I need a drink after... whatever that was about." She sighed. "Thank Eru Denny's not here." With that, she necked a good portion straight from the bottle.

"You... shot me?" She blinked at Colt and held up her gun. "With a gun?"

"Everyone /down/!" a woman's voice yelled, and the redhead who had been following Morgan around dove between her and Colt, blaster raised. "Morgan of the DMS, I charge you with-"

"Nita, no!" a tinny voice shouted from a radio at her belt. "Not a threat! The cameras have picked up- look, just /get out of there/. We'll neuralyse later. This is all getting out of hand..."

The redhead looked mortified. "Peter, I'm sorry..."

"Just /leave/!" the radio yelled, and the redhead left the lounge at a run. Morgan blinked.

"Well, that was... interesting. Ouch!" She looked down at the spiderlike robot by her ankle. "What in the worlds...?"

you have done your part the robot intoned in a squeaky voice. all is proceeding as planned take care i hope i see you again With that, it scuttled away, vanishing into the crowd.

"Is it just me," Morgan said, "or was that a bit strange even for here?" She blinked. "And why am I not drunk any more?"

Ilraen sighed in relief and finally thought to wipe his mouth on the back of one hand while the partners talked. He frowned at the amount of chocolate that came away. He hadn't been that overtaken with the experience, had he? He quickly found a napkin and scrubbed the residue away in time to wave Thomas off.

"Good to see you again, Agent Thomas," he said before turning back to Orken.

"I am not busy now," he told the former Yeerk with dignity. "And I also have a gift for you," he added in a rush, without it. He reached into his bag and withdrew a rectangular box clumsily wrapped in paper that looked like it had come straight from an attic in the 70s. It might have been Nume's own attic, at that; Ilraen hadn't asked. All he knew was that it was traditional to cover Christmas gifts in paper with repetitive designs in green and red. He grinned sheepishly. "It was my first time wrapping presents. The tape can be quite troublesome."

"Okay then." Natasha tried again to strike up a conversation, "What fandoms are you into then? Also, um, is Gurgan your partner?"

Meanwhile, Sylvia had wandered off, distracted by the many curious things around the crowded room.

*Embarrassed

"Not really." He said, giving a shrug. "Gurgan says that they overstimulate me, and that the 'last thing I need is another headache brought on by you going into other agents rooms and breaking their vases. Again.'"

...was lightened slightly by Ilraens disheveled state. The Andalite was behaving like a fool, and no matter how well he liked this particular Andalite, well, seeing one covered in food and making a fool of itself was certainly amusing. Maybe this party wouldnt be so bad after all.

I am doing well enough, Ilraen. No need to mention the recent bit of unpleasantness and the subsequent crying. I had hoped to run into you here so I could give you a present. However, you appear to be, the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, busy.

Thomas choose that moment to make his presence at the food table known. Dude! Youre the Andalite dude, right? Orken totally got you a Orken stomped on his toe. Ow!

Agent Thomas, I would appreciate it if you did not ruin the surprise.

Thomas grinned. Dude, you were saying earlier about how the whole surprise thing was silly. Well, I guess that was before I found out you were getting Ilraen a present. Its so cute you find being friends with an Andalite embarrassing.

Orkens face turned red. Agent Thomas, I would appreciate it if

His waved a dismissive hand. Yeah yeah yeah. Ill go make myself scarce. He wandered off in the direction of a group of people singing Christmas Carols.

...Derwin's offer and after examining it, took a bite out of the chocolate covered treat.

Natasha, dodging between party goers, caught up with her partner.

"Natasha! Try this!" Sylvia reached for another and handed one to her partner.

"Oh, thanks." Natasha took a cautious bite out of the cheeseball, then deciding she liked it, ate the rest.

"This is Derwin. He's from the same continuum as me!" Sylvia smiled some more.

"Uh..." Just registering Derwin for the first time, Natasha found herself staring at the ghoul. Not wanting to be impolite, she tried to make conversation. "So, um...Do you play video games?"

Colt grinned, and poured a shot for himself, which he promptly downed. "Couple years back! After all the macrovirus stuff and everyone went back in. I nearly shot you!" This got Colt an elbow to his shoulder. "Ow, hey, what was that for? I offered to share first."

Gerry rolled her eyes. "If you really think it's because of the liquor, you're dumber than I give you credit for."

"Mmmf! Mf-" he gulped the food in his mouth."-Sorry. Pleased to meet you!" He said cheerfully. "I'm Derwin! You wanna cheeseball?" he asked, motioning to the platter. "We have plenty."

"Whiskey," she mumbled. "I think... maybe not a good idea." She tried to focus on Colt. "So, do I know you yet? You're a little blurry right now, but your voice sounds familiar."

(Meanwhile, unnoticed by anyone, a tiny spider-legged robot dropped out of a ceiling hatch and scurried over to the hot chocolate urns, carrying a vial of some description. It let out a soft beep, which, if it could be translated into English, would doubtless read excellent perfect)

...ended up bumping into Zanna, tripping over the other agent's shoes, and falling onto the floor. "Ahahahawhoops hi there." She waved upwards, and promptly picked herself up.

After an awkward moment, she began, "So.... what department?" without bothering to check for the flashpatch. "'m July. Floaters."