Hyperion Lobby, Wed Morning

[notstakedyet]

After chatting with Isabel Angel went downstairs to get some breakfast and catch up on work.

Any resemblance between him and a vampire who was trying to pretend that yesterday had never happened were entirely coincidental.

[ooc: open to all Hyperion folks]

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[psycho_barbie]

Callisto bounded down the stairs.

Grinning.

And wearing pastels.

Floral print pastels.

Clearly, something was horribly, horribly wrong with the universe.

[notstakedyet]

Angel stared.

His weetiny brain had just short-circuited. There might actually be the smell of smoke coming out of his ears.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto skidded to a stop when she caught sight of Angel. "Oh, I hadn't realised anyone else was down here. Uh, hi."

[notstakedyet]

You wouldn't have thought a vamp Angel's size could move that fast. Regardless, he put the large red ottoman in between him and Cal.

"Don't hurt me!"

[whitedeathpod]

Sometime later on, John came downstairs. He was carrying something.

As soon as Toasty got a look at who was standing there, he burst out into rhyme:

Big lug from the past!
Good to see your waist line hasn't gotten vast!

John rolled his eyes at Toasty.

"He demanded to see you."

[notstakedyet]

"Hey! Morning to the both of you!" Angel said. "Nice to see ya, Toasty!"

[whitedeathpod]

Toasty clanked around on the counter, getting the lay of the land.

"This guy's almost seen his death a few times since you've been gone," John said. "I need to stop teasing Aeryn with him."

[notstakedyet]

"I have no idea why she hates him so much," Angel said. He looked around. "Did you bring Santa?"

[chasingangela]

A blue electric light shone briefly, and the outlines of Marty, Angela and their suitcases appeared. As the light went away, the couple stood there, smiling but a little wobbly.

"We're here!" Angela announced, glancing from Toasty to pastel-clad Callisto and not sure what to comment on first. She went with the safe choice. "Is there coffee?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel, ever helpful, pointed to a full pot. He was kinda on the same page with Angela here.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty looked at Callisto and then at Angel with a weird look on his face.

[chasingangela]

Angela elbowed him, then walked to the pot and filled a cup with coffee. "Thanks," she told Angel, dumping some sugar in. "So, um, merry late Christmas."

[mparkerceo]

Parker stepped out of the portal and was too exhausted at first to notice anything weird, wrong or off. She headed for the red velvet couch and flopped down on it, leaving her bags where they landed. "Oh my god I need to collapse tell me where my room is and it better have a full suite."

[notstakedyet]

"I put you in the garage with the dog," Angel quipped.

[mparkerceo]

Parker pouted at him without even opening her eyes. "Someone doesn't want his Christmas present. Where is my puppy nephew, anyway?" She slitted her eyes open, then widened them in shock at Callisto. "Gah!"

[notstakedyet]

"You see it too, huh?" Angel asked.

[can_be_more]

When Aeryn gets sick of looking at the hip wiggle Santa like he might start haikuing any second, she wanders downstairs, a little surprised at how many people are already there. She's glad to see them, though.

[notstakedyet]

"Morning," Angel said. "Cal's insane." Because hey, that was vital information.

[can_be_more]

She would have said good morning, but the words kind of died on her lips in favor of a confused "Oh-kay..."

[notstakedyet]

"The weapons are over there," Angel said, pointing to the cabinet.