[ON CHRISTMAS EVE]

[themagichappens]

[there are two giant robots dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus. Where they got outfits that fit, nobody knows.]

As usual, you've come up with the most... interesting idea.

You did agree to catering for the season.

Perhaps in some amount of haste.

((Seeing as Livejournal is yet again being Starscream, the wife and I are bowing out for now. WILL PICK UP!))

Comments

[primesdontparty]

Are you reconsidering?

[themagichappens]

Of course not. I only hope that our message is clear, regardless.

[primesdontparty]

As do I.

[themagichappens]

I must commend you on your quick research.

[autoeroticar]

[Apparently I am some sort of fabulous elf. Bells all up ins.]

[themagichappens]

[you're already drunk somehow, aren't you.]

[primesdontparty]

[...wow]

[feelmysting]

*. . . okay what the Hell is this, like, the new Decepticon HQ and no one told me while I was off sulking*

Festive.

[mind_over_metal]

...how wonderful that everyone is feeling so spirited!

[primesdontparty]

It was the least we could do.

[mind_over_metal]

And it really is appreciated.

Professor Charles Xavier. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[primesdontparty]

I am known as Orion Pax. It is my pleasure.

[gustamove]

[ oh my god why is there two of you ]

[primesdontparty]

Season greetings.

[gustamove]

Same to you?

[primesdontparty]

Thank you.

[redemption_fail]

[No really--WHAT?]

. . .

[OOC: placeholder of epic proportions.]

[primesdontparty]

Greetings, Guy.

[redemption_fail]

. . . Are you in a--what are you supposed to be again?

[primesdontparty]

I am the mythical figure known as Mrs. Claus.