5x5.006 - text message - to friends - nothing left to do

[msattentionspan]

[backdated to Christmas!]

Up for something Christmas-like? No gifts. My string of lights are depressing me.

Comments

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[batmanschmatman]

I'd be up for doing something. What did you have in mind?

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[msattentionspan]

Mistletoe.

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[msattentionspan]

Kidding. I was thinking just going someplace and not sitting around in my room all day staring

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[msattentionspan]

at blinking lights all day. Cake, pie, whatever the deal is for Christmas usually?

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[teachwhatsright]

I didn't think you were the Christmas type.

[msattentionspan]

I had a few good ones. You in or not?

[teachwhatsright]

Of course. What did you have in mind?

[msattentionspan]

Usually it's a food and family thing, right?

The El Dorado Diner

[msattentionspan]

Faith hadn't thought through her whole text message until she was twenty minutes into planning things to actually happen. Then it hit her like a Mack truck that she wasn't being very 'with-it' on sorting out how this was going to work. Sending out a text message was easy, but figuring out when people would meet up, what they would do when they did meet up; that wasn't exactly her area of expertise.

After ten minutes of actual planning, Faith decided to ditch the actual planning and just let people come to the diner when they got around to it. She showered, dressed and headed over to the diner. She gave a heads-up to the people working there, since it was a holiday or whatever. For the most part they seemed non-plussed at the thought of having a large group of people in there, but it wasn't like Faith cared.

She took up residence in a booth, just waiting with her cell phone resting on the table. People would show up.

If they didn't, she'd just hunt them down and kick their ass.

[ooc: Just... tag in to her, or start a new thread

[teachwhatsright]

Wesley wandered in, as promised, and gave Faith a small smile when he saw her. He made his way over, before sliding in across from her.

"Happy Christmas, Faith."

[msattentionspan]

Faith tipped her chin up, nodding a bit, "Merry Christmas, Wes. Welcome to the party. Improvement over the string of lights, right?"

She asked, because she was certain he'd seen them. The single strand, awkwardly placed over the cabinets in the kitchen, since she didn't really know how to hang them up.

[teachwhatsright]

He gave her a small smile, before nodding. "This does seem a bit more festive. But at least the lights give the apartment some kind of Christmas cheer."

The El Dorado Diner

[20poundsofcrazy]

Parker loved Christmas. How could she not? It was a holiday that actually celebrated breaking and entering. Oh, there was that whole religious thing too, but who cared about that? Santa was using the chimneys of the world as entry points and the security was so non-existent and he was so expected to do it, that they left him food!

There were no chimneys in the mansion though.

There was also no real snow. Being too high above the cloud bank didn't help with those atmospheric pressure zones.

Not one bit.

With a sigh, she sat at a table at the diner, staring out the window, trying to will it to snow.

"Snow. Just... snow."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean was on his way to the diner to meet Faith. The city had finally let up on that whole ghost sickness fiasco, and he was feeling a little more like himself and a little less like Hell that had been left out in the sun to rot. It was nice to feel human again, and he planned on enjoying it, even if it was Christmas and the holiday that the Winchesters forgot.

He was sure that Mary was probably going to have something family-like planned for him later, but for right now, he was going to spend some time with the other people in his life, not just the ones he was obsessively protective over.

He rounded the corner of the door, and spotted Parker sitting there, talking to herself about snow. He paused for a minute, before sliding into the booth across from her.

"I didn't think you were the snow day type.

[20poundsofcrazy]

Parker glanced up from the window, looking over at Dean, "It's Christmas. It needs to snow on Christmas."

[hasperkynipples]

"Oh." Dean shrugged a bit. "I was never really clear on the Christmas requirements."

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[makeshisownway]

Sure.

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[msattentionspan]

Sound more enthusiastic there, Peter.

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[makeshisownway]

Caps makes it look like I'm yelling.

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[msattentionspan]

You have a point. I'm just gonna hang out at the diner until people show up. There's no timeline here. Just whenever.