Now it's very nearly X-Mas and we've done the best we could

[crabulous]

WHO: Doctor Zoidberg & YOU!
WHERE: The designated off-leash area of a local park
WHEN: Forward to Thursday 12/23 in the early evening
WARNINGS: LOBSTER CUDDLES?
SUMMARY: Zoidberg is taking Bingo for a walk!  There is magical mistletoe all around.  Who wants a lobster cuddle?!  :3
FORMAT: I'mma start quick, you do what you like.

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[sciencething]

[ In the crisp winter afternoon, Arcade is stretching his legs away from the cramped, albeit rather cozy, halls of the MAC. All bundled up (the City's climate doesn't really correlate to the constant near-110 degree weather he's used to), he's regarding the hanging pieces of mistletoe with some righteous holiday-fueled disgust.

When he sees Zoidberg walking along with the adorable, though kind of pitifully dressed dog, he immediately sidles up beside him taking an equal pace. He can't really help but be inquisitive. After all, he is human. ]

Hey there. Uh. What breed of creature are you?

[crabulous]

He's a bulldog!

[Zoidberg looks downright delighted, picking up Bingo to show her off proudly. He could get used to all this positive attention, oh yes he could.]

As for me, I'm a Decapodian.

[sciencething]

[ Arcade almost coos as he leans forward and scratches Bingo behind her ears, being careful not to knock the hat off her head. ]

Cute. The dog. I mean. [ He looks sheepish, and continues hurriedly: ] Not to say you're not attractive for a crustacean, I'm sure you're quite popular with others of your... race? Uh. Nice weather today, right?

OOC: OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY! I decided to be lazy for a day and then I totally forgot about this log. Are you fine with continuing it? Again, sorry!

[crabulous]

[He beams! You'll never find a happier looking lobster. It's so nice to be complimented, even if it's not even remotely true. He's not a very attractive Decapodian, after all.]

It's lovely weather! Very Eks-masy weather! Bingo and I were just enjoying a pleasant frolic, why not.

ooc: No worries! I'm more than happy to continue! :D

[sciencething]

[ Arcade grins in response; he likes making other people look a bit brighter, even if they are creatures more red than the average senator. ]

Eks-mas? I wouldn't be the one to think that you'd the type to celebrate Christmas at first glance. What year are you from, if you don't mind me asking?

[crabulous]

3009, it was.

[He's quite pleased to discuss himself. So few people are interested in what he has to say anymore.]

In my time, Eks-mas is celebrated on many planets. No one is safe from Santa's wrath.

[sciencething]

[ His jaw falls a bit slack. Future people! Everywhere! ] Gosh. A thousand year's difference is a rather abrupt to get used to, isn't it?

And. His wrath? Is Santa an actual figure where you come from? A malevolent one?

[crabulous]

I've been to this century before. I met President Truman!

[He is quite proud of this. Even Miss Seras agreed, it was an honor to meet the president.]

Santa is a rowbutt. He judges us on whether we've been naughty or nice. He tries to kill the naughty ones.

[sciencething]

[ And even Arcade's mind is totally blown, because of SPACE and PHYSICS and TIME LOOPS and all that jazz. ] Oh? You have time travel?

[ And then he blinks. ] Good gods. I hate robots. Who would celebrate Christmas, in that case?

[crabulous]

[He nods eagerly.] We certainly do! They said it was impossible, but the Professor found a way!

Santa goes about his duties whether we celebrate or not. He's so mighty and vengeful. So why not celebrate the togetherness we experience when we huddle together in fear?!