[An open journal happens to catch an amazing Christmas miracle: Good Saint Nicholas himself, big red suit and all, sneaking through the living room of House 7! A couple of weeks EARLY, by all accounts!
Oh ring the bells! and eat a candy cane! and kiss that girl under the mistletoe! and...
Wait. That's not Santa. That's...an aggravated Scotsman.]
MY CLOTHES. OI! Not funny, McCoy! Unfunny! Where've you stowed 'em!?
[Later he will be off to the clothing shop to get new clothing. Feel free to try to sit on his lap. Even better? Give him a cookie.]
[OOC: Takes place after
this. Perhaps just another Academy prank to the good engineer, who HAS been putting on a little weight with the holidays and can take a joke. Usually.]