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Cassie considered it carefully, then shrugged. "Back in... um... March, I... think. Was aroun' for the Sues, 'nyway." She gave him what she thought was a dazzling smile and looked up at the mistletoe, which was probably affiliated with the Narrative Laws of Comedy, considering how it had conveniently turned up again.

"Merry Chris'mas," she added, and without further ado went up on tiptoes and kissed him.

Moving through the crowd of agents, partly doing his own thing and partly looking for Zodfang before the Ork curbstomped someone or something like that, Marcus wasn't payting attention and stumbled when someone walked straight into him. Getting his footing back and turning to face the newcomer, he saw a young woman, probably 19-ish, with blonde hair and glasses. Judging from how she spoke, she was very inebriated, but that wasn't a surprise.

"Hello," Marcus said, a friendly smile on his face. "Name's Marcus. Marcus Langston, I'm with the Department of Floaters. Don't think I know you, though. Were you recruited recently?"

Cassie, now well on the way to being very drunk, bumped into Marcus. Peering at him and nudging her glasses back up, she grinned. "Heya. 'm Cassie. D' I know you?"

OOC: Didn't mean for the entire last part of it to be italicised, sorry. Some kind of glitch?

Zodfang, having decided to make his entrance with a mighty kick to the door, subsequently made his entrance as if he were a conquering king, confidently looking around as he strolled in, a wild grin baring his teeth.

"OI, 'OOMIES! DIS A PARTY OR WOT?!" he shouted, before immediately setting course for the food and drink tables.

Deciding to be a bit less conspicuous (and obnoxious) than his partner, Marcus simply walked into the room, closing the door behind him. A couple minutes after they had gotten back from that absurd double-mission and sent the report, the console had beeped again. Zodfang had been about to smash the damn thing, until they'd seen that it wasn't a mission. Instead, it was an invitation from Ansela Jonla, to a Christmas party. Agent Ansela had joined sometime during Marcus' suspension, but they'd both heard of her at least somewhat. It helped that she had a reputation, especially for supposedly keeping a second Armoury behind closed doors. Marcus hadn't been too keen on going, mostly due to the mission putting him in a sour mood. However, while Zodfang had no concept of Christmas, he did have a concept of wild partying, and practically dragged Marcus out of the RC. Being even less keen on having his arms ripped off than going to the party, he elected to simply go along with the eerily-jovial Ork.

Besides, the veteran agent thought. It's Christmas, I might as well have some fun.

That was what found him walking after his partner in the middle of a throng of Agents, all partying and enjoying themselves. There were some familiar faces, but a lot of them were people he didn't recognise. So many had died, retired, or been recruited in his year of absence that it wasn't surprising that he didn't know too many people he really noticed, but still somewhat saddening. Not that he'd let that ruin his mood.

"Yo, Marcus!"

The voice caught his attention, causing him to look to his left where a peculiar-looking Agent stood. He was a young man with long black hair, wearing wire framed glasses on his boyish face. There was a bit of black to his uniform, but most of it (including the hood) was red and yellow. Marcus couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face; this was an Agent he did remember, and one that'd always amused him at that.

"Hello, agent Kalmer."

"Didn't think you were the type to go f'r these, man!" Kalmer laughed, clearly a bit tipsy. He'd always been strangely cheerful for someone who worked in the DAVD.

"Well, I am, sometimes. Why not? Figured, might as well have some fun if they chose Christmas to put me back in," Marcus replied, shrugging a little. "Anyway, I'll just go mingle, might get a drink. See you later, Kalmer, we oughta catch up with each other sometime, anyway."

"No w...worr...what'stheword? Worr...worries! Thassit! No worries, Marcus, sees ya!"

Stifling a laugh, Marcus left the drunk Agent to his own devices, seeing who he could run into. Besides, he had to keep Zodfang from hurting somebody.

Sara thwapped him on the shoulder, unable to speak through laughter.

"Oh, shut up," the taller Agent muttered, and moved off to find some Bleepka. Sara slumped against a wall, shaking silently with mirth.

"'ello to you too, mate."

She patted him on the cheek, aiming carefully so as not to accidentally slap him. "Merry Christmas." She wandered off aimlessly around the room.

And then suddenly found himself kissing Cassie just as enthusiastically.

"'Ello, poppet," he mumbled when they broke apart, his cheeks still flaming red.

"Where's your partner then, mate?" She looked around and spotted Zach nearby. "Never mind." Wobbling over to Sara's partner, she gave the young man a huge grin. "So, how's you?"

She glanced up at the mistletoe that just happened to be right above them. "Christmas kiss then? 'Tis the season and all that?" Without waiting for a reply, she leaned over and gave him a rather enthusiastic kiss.

One moment she was talking with her partner about the proper amount of sugar that should be ingested, the next she was dragged onto the dance floor by a very tipsy Cassie.

"I...uh...meh, whatever."

A few seconds later Sara was singing Christmas carols at the top of her lungs, a bottle of Rhum in one hand.

as Cassie dragged her to the middle of the dance floor and let her go to seek another victim. Dancing wasn't one of Ansela's favourite activities, but she could do it, as long as the people around her didn't mind crushed toes and black eyes anyway.

Bumping into someone, Ansela turned to apologise, only to falter at the amused look on their face. Tracking their gaze upwards, she noticed the mistletoe hanging above their heads...

((Though Oozaru twisted the words a little. ;]))
Christianne started piling her platter with food and drink, particularly the alcoholic type. Eledhwen, having filled herself up with chocolate and was thus on a sugar high (if that was ever possible for an Elf) was trying to twist the words to a popular Christmas song to suit her own needs.
"Frak the halls with Laura Roslin, falalalalalalala!"
Lori rolled her eyes, muttering something that sounded like "She's lost her frakking mind. I don't think Elves would sing that."

Kelvin and Nat were busy trying to ignore them and make conversation with Kumori. However, this became much more difficult when Cassie found a CD player and a whole boxful of Christmas CDs. She put the first one on, and the sound of Live Aid filled the room- at full volume.

The tipsy young woman then proceeded to drag everyone she could onto the dance floor.

Kumori mused, "I wouldn't put this past her sober." She took another sip of lemonade.

Georgia happily sung at the top of her lungs, occasionally singing the same lyrics as Cassie through sheer dumb luck, while making words up to suit her favourite carols as she went along. "Suevian yells! Suevian yells! Sue's yellling all day! Stick a dagger in their throats and drag them the rest of the way, hey!"


"Oh, good Lord," Kumori muttered under her breath.

Deryn paused from trying to surreptitiously sneak some of the Bleep-products into her bag to stare aghast at the boombox. "What- who thinks a boombox is appropriate for music around Christmas?" she spluttered. "What happened to everyone, you know, getting together and singing- off-key, sometimes, I'll grant, but- singing carols?"

"What about CDs?" Leas asked, reaching into his bag.

Deryn waved a hand. "Background music for when the conversation falters, and if you sing along, mostly you're going to be loud-" She stopped when Leas pushed a board and attachable beard into her hands. "Um?"

Leas smiled. "The human touch, right?" he said, pulling out a hat for himself.

Deryn put the board down for a moment to put the beard on, the picked the board up again and gave it an experimental wobble. "I'm not sure about this"

"I don't think it uses the wobble board much, so you should be fine there," Leas said. "Now, note hmm" Deryn joined him after a moment, and they hummed together for a little while. "All right, got it?"

"Got it," Deryn said, giving the board another wobble. She took a deep breath. She could do this.

"And a one, a two, a one two three and-"

"Early on one Christmas morn a joey kangaroo
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo
'Mummy where's my mummy? They've taken her away.'"

"'We'll help you find you mummy, son. Hop up on the sleigh'," Leas sang for the deeper part, then lightened up a little as Deryn joined him for the rest of the narration.

"Up beside the bag of toys little joey hopped,
But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped
Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky."

The two stopped to glance at the boombox, then shrugged at each other and went on, Deryn trying out the wobble board.

"Six white boomers, snow white boomers!
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun!
Six white boomers, snow white boomers!
On his Australian run!"

"Come an' join in, mates!" With that, she launched into another song, although she stopped every few words to quibble over them with Georgia.

Nat shook her head. "Well, at least she's happy. Maybe Georgia can keep her distracted long enough to stop her having flashbacks."

"Or... drunk... enough, maybe," Kelvin added, although he had just found some Elven wine and was sipping appreciatively.

"and the Canon shall reign forever more. Let Fandom and Canon sing~ Let Fandom and Canon sing! Let Fandom, and Canon, and Canon sing~!"

Kumori's mouth dropped open. "What the hell is she doing now?"

"Joy to the world! The Sue 's dead! No more glitter in the reservoir!"

((Hope it's ok that I borrowed it. Sorry.))

...and nodded sympathetically. "That does sound pretty bad." He looked around. "I wonder where everyone else is. I'm sure there were more Agents than this..."

He was cut off as Cassie began to sing, very loudly and ever-so-slightly off-key.

"Joy to the world, the 'Sue 's dead, 'n' Canon is restored..."

The Elf winced. "What in Arda is that?"

"She couldn't have been worse than the Sue we just finished up dealing with. X/1999 'fic with the Sue after Kamui. She used the sister-as-a-plot-device three seperate times and beat up Fuuma without breaking a sweat. One of the sisters wasn't so bad though, nothing too 'Sueish by CLAMP standards and just a plot device really, so we rescued her but..." Kumori made a complicated hand guesture above her head, possibly meant to show how annoyed she was by the mission or maybe how annoying the rescued character was. "Morbid little kid, lemme tell ya. But it's over now, at least."

***

Georgia had a tenative sip of her rhum. "Aye, mate. Gotcha."

"The most horrible mission, lately. I don't know when the report's coming out, but it was just... awful."

Kelvin nodded fervently. "Cassie went berserk. And as for what she did to the Sue..." He shuddered. "I don't want to talk about it."

Nat agreed. "A nasty one, that was." She fell silent for a second, then perked up. "Anyway. How about you, Kumori? Anything interesting happened lately?"

***

Cassie grinned and took a swig of rhum. "It's not that alcoholic, mate," she said, slurring her words slightly. " But it does have this very interesting little side effect you may have noticed, namely that of making you talk like ol' Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"

"Is it alcoholic? We can't tell Kumori is it's alcoholic. Otherwise, sure!" She grabbed herself a glass.

Back over with Nat and Kelvin, Kumori wrinkled her nose. "I don't drink... Have they got anything non-alco- ah, they do!" She poured herself a glass of lemonade and smiled half-heartedly at Nat. "So what have you and your lot been up to?"

"I'm great, thanks. I haven't got any yet, and I've just given a general group present of chocolate for everyone. And yeah, I'm having fun all right!" She grinned and produced a bottle of rhum. "Want some?"

Back over by the calm end of the room, Kelvin nodded. "That would be on the Console, then?"

Nat sighed. "Yes. Now let's try celebrating, eh?" She snagged a Sonic Screwdriver and looked enquiringly over at Kumori. "What do you fancy?"

Yes, that is spelled correctly.

"Research on Christmas, that is. Like, from a book only... not..."

On the other side of the room, Georgia gave Cassie a quick hug. "Merry Christmas! How are you? Did you get any presents? Did you give anyone anything? Are you having fun? It's Christmas!"