santa baby~

[likethewayiam]

Characters: Those kids in orange jumpsuits
When: December 28
Where: Around the street and some cafe.
What: Winter Event
Open or Closed? CLOSED
Rating/Warnings At least PG-13 for language?

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[likethewayiam]

Walking to the cafe. [Frosty the Ripper]
(Group log in which a snowman tries to eat Kelly! Tag in and then we'll keep to that posting order.)

[Simon waits outside on the street, hands in his pockets. The decorations are nice, all the lights string about the stores. The snowmen are a bit creepy though. His eyes keep wandering over to one on the opposite side of the street.

It looks closer than it did only a minute ago...]

[understandthat]

[Kelly shoots him a look, not quite sure what he's looking at. There doesn't seem to be anything too bad around, so she suspects Simon's probably just being... well. Simon.]

What?

[awkwards]

[ Alisha walks towards them, most likely fluffing her hair as she approaches. She frowns at Kelly's voice, noticing Simon's acting a bit funny. Funnier than usual; he always acts a bit funny. ]

Are we still going to this cafe?

[likethewayiam]

The dinner. [Underneath the Mistletoe] [Someone De-spiked the Punch]
(For breaking off and having one-on-one fun!)

[Their destination is a cafe, stocked with refrigerators full of food but no actual working appliances for cooking any of it. A firepit-barbeque contraption has been rigged outside the back door with a metal grate stolen from an oven and some bricks propping it up- good for burger patties or chicken, if they were feeling adventurous with the risks of salmonella.

The tables are set up with plates and glasses, there's champagne and eggnog but Simon isn't the one who put them there. Mistletoe lurks from the ceiling. A phone is abandoned in a corner, it's playing Little Donkey on repeat and nothing seems to make it stop.]

[likethewayiam]

[Simon is right outside the backdoor flipping some burgers. It's one of his few attempts at cooking, something he's done surprisingly little of since living on his own.

There's a box of twinkies next to him. Like so many other things, he has no idea where they came from. But if he ruins these burgers, at least they'll have something to eat.]

[awkwards]

[ Alisha is in said corner, tired of finding cutlery and shit for the dinner with that hideous song playing on repeat. She abandons her duties and picks up the phone, determined to use her technology skills - since she's always on the phone - to shut it the fuck up.

To no avail. ]

Who's fucking phone is this?