ADVENT : December 10th

[tin_rudolph]

(( A bit late, but you all love me and will accept my sincere apologies. ♥♥ ))

Instead of the usual suspects for the five foot radius of Christmas cheer in the Nexus, there is a tin dog! In place of the typical snow and Christmas tree, there is an inexplicable fall of glitter and a brightly lit aluminum mass of shimmery, spacey goodness. (It all

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[visionof_flight]

Kacey stares. Lots. This is the best thing she's seen in the last, um, indeterminate period of time. Although most things are better than persistent apocalyptic nightmares.

"Turkey's good." She's learning! And adds immediately: "Are you seriously a robotic dog?"

Her mepitten, which is apparently named Rhapsody now, peers curiously out of her jacket pocket. Dogs are bad D: they chase him.

[tin_rudolph]

"AFFIRMATIVE. Designation: K-9. Do you have data input for cooked matter designation 'turkey'?" (Recipe, he means. Because he doesn't ingest matter, but ...)

K-9 tail wags happily at her. Then something gears and he rolls forward, engaging sensory scan mode.

"Scanning ... scanning ... Gallifreyan Lifeform Detected! Designation: Mepit. INQUIRY: What is informal designation for mepit?" :DD

[visionof_flight]

It takes a second for Kacey to figure out what K-9 just said. "I can't cook," she says, cheerfully. "But I like turkey! And I heard you eat turkey for Christmas. So."

Rhapsody squeaks and attempts to scramble down into Kacey's pocket-- he's starting to get a bit big to fit in there, though, and she catches him in one hand so she can pet him with the other. "His name's Rhapsody." For some reason. "Ooh, and I'm Kacey, and are you friends with that guy with the shiny shoes?"

[tin_rudolph]

"AFFIRMATIVE. Database entry for Earth holiday designation 'Christmas' uses word 'turkey' seven hundred and thirty-two times." :DD? "SECONDARY INQUIRY: What cooked matter do you prefer to ingest during the Earth month of December?" Perhaps the tin dog hasn't quite gotten the point that Kacey isn't from Earth. He has a set number of inquiries for his data collection program, after all.

"Informal designation accepted, database updated. Greetings, Rhapsody. Greetings, Kacey." He tail-wags happily at them both. "AFFIRMATIVE. Master's shoes are very shiny! Master sent K-9 to assist in data collection!" Oh, yes, a robot dog can sound gleeful.

"Bioscans indicate Kacey is not Gallifreyan. INQUIRY: Where did Kacey locate Rhapsody?"

[someday_divine]

"I love plum pudding." Today Lily's just in a curve-hugging green dress with red gloves and boots, accented with Theta Lou's gift necklace.

[tin_rudolph]

"Do you have data input for cooked matter designation 'plum pudding'?" He tail wags happily, rolls a little, then scans.

And accesses a few dusty databanks to engage compliment mode.

"Festive apparel complimented by Master's necklace! OBSERVATION: aesthetically pleasing!" :DD?

[someday_divine]

"Oh, let me think..."

Lily ponders, then pulls out a recipe and hands it over.

"Will that do?" She smiles. "And, thank you."

[tin_rudolph]

"ACQUIRING: Data input for cooked matter designation 'plum pudding.' Please wait."

K-9 takes the recipe, scans it, and adds it to his data files. "DATA COLLECTION COMPLETE. RESPONSE: Thank you!" :DD?

"AFFIRMATIVE. Please engage in acquisition of gift!" He rolly-turns, indicating the small silver-wrapped boxes under the spacey Christmas tree.

[lobotomy_ninja]

Glitch, in his dancy enthusiasm, slips in the glitter, trips over the tin dog, and rolls to a stop in a very confused (and now hopelessly be-spangled) heap.

"What? Oh my word, a tic-tock dog!"

[tin_rudolph]

THUNK.

K-9 engages an automatic systems scan. "Scanning ... scanning ... All Systems Operational, Bodily Damage Nominal. RESPONSE: Excuse me!"

He tail wags at Glitch. "AFFIRMATIVE." :DD?

[lobotomy_ninja]

"Why that's amazing!" With a huuup and a creak and a brushing of knees and derrier, Glitch gets to his feet again.

"I haven't seen a tic-tok as small and clever as you in years! I'm almost 90% positive, anyway. Did you make your way here from Evna? And most importantly, do you know the way back?"

[tin_rudolph]

"AFFIRMATIVE!" K-9 responds happily, accepting the compliment with robo-dog grace. (That is, absolutely none. He's well-aware that he's amazing! :DD)

"NEGATIVE. K-9 belongs to Master. Master has asked K-9 to engage in data collection. SUBSET DATA COLLECTION MODE. INQUIRY: Do you celebrate Earth holidays?"

[bishie_beastboy]

... Other than buying it off the shelves? *Haha, Changeling cannot even cook, okay. Recipes? Feh. FEH! ... Well okay, maybe he has one >_> Written in his notebook, so he'll rip out the page and give that to K-9. Ignore the scribbles, they're totally not ancient glyphs of eldritch might and/or wingdings!* That's for a yule log. Chocolate cake, basically, I guess.

*Whenever he tries to cook it, of course, it either bursts into flames or disappears into a small quantum singularity :(*

[tin_rudolph]

"ACQUIRING: Data input for cooked matter designation 'yule log.' Please wait."

K-9 takes the slip of paper, scans the recipe, and adds it to his data files. "DATA COLLECTION COMPLETE. RESPONSE: Thank you!" :DD?

"Please engage in acquisition of gift!" He rolls back and turns, indicating the small silver-wrapped boxes under the spacey Christmas tree.

[bishie_beastboy]

*Okay now, that is just adorable :3* Thank you very much... tiny robot dog.

*Present get~*

[tin_rudolph]

Tiny robot dog, indeed! "Designation: K-9," he corrects happily, tail-wagging at Changeling with glee. "You are welcome!"

Inside the box, Changeling will find a disco-spacey Christmas ornament with fiber optics that, apparently without need for battery, change colors all on their own.

[x_crookedhalo_x]

Michael doesn't have to think about this one! "Sugar cookies are best when you use brown sugar instead of white sugar."

[tin_rudolph]

"DATABASE ACCESS. Searching ... searching ... Entry for cooked matter designation 'sugar cookie' found! AMENDMENT: Brown sugar."

K-9 tail-wags happily at Michael. "RESPONSE: Thank you!" :DD? "Please engage in acquisition of gift!" The tin dog rolls around to indicate the silver-wrapped boxes under the spacey Christmas tree.

[x_crookedhalo_x]

"You're welcome." Michael goes :D, then picks out a gift.

[tin_rudolph]

K-9 tail-wags happily and even wiggles his little antenna-ears at Michael. :DD

Inside the box, Michael will find a disco-spacey Christmas ornament with fiber optics that, apparently without need for battery, change colors all on their own! OoOooo.