Christmas Formal log

[lastconfessor]

WHO: Everyone

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dean; open or mulitple responses. I suck at keeping up. mk.

[possemagnet]

Dean's the only guy that would show up at a formal event in a high priced tux while his fist was wrapped around a cheap Corona beer. The music wasn't really his speed and neither was the event but he had to get out of his room because the fluff-ball cat that someone had begrudgingly thought to get him was pissing him off.

He was pressed against one corner looking nonchalant and watching other people do their deal. He was planning on staying the mandatory twenty-five and then jetting out of their like his ass was lit on fire.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha had been worried about the party, really. She had been worried that something stupid would happen, or something evil or that the Barge would start going down like the Titanic. Thankfully, at present, none of those things had been going on. She didn't expect people to act so like teenagers at the party, though, and found herself trying to do now what she had always done in the past; talk to everyone and make them feel more welcome. A part of her was sure it was this inherent caretaker thing, which may have been why she started with Dean. After all, she hadn't seen him since he had gotten so beat up in his battle with Lucifer.

Being careful to avoid any mistletoe, Martha walked up to him still holding her undrunk champagne flute, with her large clutch below her arm. With a grin she said, "Happy Christmas! How's the leg?"

[possemagnet]

Dean was just about to finish his beer and high tail it out of there when Martha approached him and instead of looking disgruntled at the fact he gave her a welcome smile.

"It's good, had an angel fix me up." Dean paused and regripped his bottle. "How's Christmas?"

[thegooddrjones]

Martha laughed when he called her an angel. "I don't know how angelic-like she manages to be, but I guess she tries sometimes." There was a shrug when he asked her how Christmas was. "It's going much better that I expected, honestly." And it was true, but then again it was still early. "Presents and the food are lovely. You?"

swing and anyone. Don't ask why I was inspired to do him first.

[pleasesmirk]

Swing, surprisingly, even to him, had a dress uniform lying around. His watch wasn't even uniformed as it was, but he was a Captain of a City Watch, and thus, had a dress uniform. Which he'd worn about once, as not many occasions in his life called for formal wear. Even seeing the Patrician didn't require such a thing.

So, he looked quite uncomfortable, but still managing an air of genuine authority, possibly more than he managed without anyone knowing him and without a uniform around the Barge. He was hardly a man for parties, though, so quietly acquired himself some food, then stood in a rather familiar position, stood watching people, leant against a wall, trying not to look too awkward in the formal clothes, as uniforms weren't his favourite thing in the world as it stood.

[gotgreenmagic]

Shego had shown up mostly to pick on anyone and everyone who had shown up looking like they'd already rather be somewhere else, and Swing - dressed in some kind of fancy uniform, what the heck - definitely qualified. She snagged two flutes of champagne from the buffet table and made her way over, gliding on unfeasibly high heels.

"Hey, Findthee. Don't you have parties at your hog thing?"

[pleasesmirk]

Swing rolled his eyes and did a slight double take at her shoes, because they were not quite something he'd seen before, except on the feet of a seamstress. Nevertheless, he looked back up at her and answered, "People...do. I didn't...havemuch time forsuch... things. Ihad to work."

[gotgreenmagic]

"Yeah, it shows," she drawled, eyeing the uniform, then offered him one of the champagne flutes. "How'd you like New York?"

Open, multiple threads are fine!

[wichita_kansas]

Wichita sat at an empty table shuffling a small stack of assorted holiday desserts across a plate. Since leaving port, she had been in a bit of a gloomy mood. No more strange people to commiserate with, no more distractions for Hayley to entertain herself. She wondered -- had Hayley actually picked a dress for tonight with the five hundred dollars she'd provided? If not, what had she bought? Maybe she ought to search her room soon.

Wichita had picked out a decent number for herself, though she couldn't quite pin down why she even cared to dress for the event. Maybe it'd been the lack of occasions to dress up formally for in her recent past. Perhaps it was that she had accepted the impossibility of the need for formal wear ever arising again in Zombieland with a bit of sadness. She crossed her legs, let out a soft sigh, and began drinking from a flute of champagne.

[ichlugebullets]

JD wasn't going to judge. He didn't even want to be at this social event but Morgan made him come, just like she had dragged him shopping for the damn thing too. He was dressed plainly in a tuxedo jacket and slacks, but the vest was of a checkered variety and he had a black fedora hat on his head. The boy was from the 80's so it was no surprise he knew how to accessorize. The earring from his ear was no longer a hoop but a cross.

He had really just been sitting back against the wall scoping out the crowd. He hadn't cared enough while living to attend these shindigs and he didn't care now- but when he saw his previous... encounter... looking doom and gloom he decided to say something, against his better judgment.

"Hey," he started at first both hands out in front of him on the cloth. "You should try to the pie, it's good." Of course- he hadn't made it. He could make it better. He just wasn't allowed in the kitchen yet. "Yeah... Merry Christmas."

I can't get on AIM yet, but as soon as family vacates I'm THERE :D

[wichita_kansas]

She looked up lazily at the person addressing her, and then abruptly looked down, heart pounding. She set the champagne flute down gently, controlled; she didn't want it to break. She wasn't sure what she was expecting sitting here alone. She hadn't particularly responded to any of his apologies because she hadn't figured out a way to cope with her anger. Even now, she had stopped shuffling the items on her plate and was clenching both fists in her lap. She could see the white knuckles.

Be mature, she thought. He'll go away of his own accord.

"Did you make it?" She said, still looking down at her hands. So much for mature.

mkaaay. :P

[ichlugebullets]

JD canted his head to the side and gave her a long thoughtful look beneath his lashes. "No, I didn't." He still felt bad about the poisoning, the guilt still weighed on him- especially when she had said that and the tone she used just made it worse. It felt like the twinge of a knife hitting him in his side.

He consented himself to stay though, with his palms still pressed on the table in front of him, so she could see where they were. "What did Santa bring you?"

open, multiple ruplies a-ok.

[youdaman]

If Max was honest she had never been to any type of social event like this before. Well, once before, but it was so fleeting that it didn't count. Even now standing in her Christmas get-up she felt so out of place. She shouldn't be wearing it, or the sandal-type heel things or the necklace that Cas had haphazardly purchased for her. She felt, for lack of a better word, awkward.

Max tried to mask this by standing by a dessert table before picking up a small chocolate square and popping it into her mouth, knowing that she didn't gain weight like normal people. Her eyes were focused on the white cloth in front of her. She hadn't felt this stupid in a while.

[holythursday]

Castiel planned on staying inside all day. In fact, he really had no other plans except to try and sleep this day away. Though he had told Howie he would try and participate in his religious ceremonies, he knew that he wouldn't. Not this year. Not as a human. Not when the urge to be very unangelic was so strong.

But this formal was too alluring. He had a part in it, after all. He had helped Max pick out her dress.

And, when he stepped inside the room, looking somewhat awkward in the rented tux, she was the first person he saw.

He stepped up beside her. "Shouldn't you have real food first?"

[youdaman]

Max turned around still sucking the remnants of the fudge off of her fingers. She gave her friend something of an incredulous look before removing them. "What and ruin my dessert?" A play on words, which was so like her.

Max pulled one of her tendrils out and watched it pop back into place. "I gotta admit, I didn't expect to see you here. You didn't seem the type that stuck to large crowds." She wasn't, not really, which explained her reasons for evading them now.

[holythursday]

Cas laughed "I'm not usually. But being here is keeping my mind off of how much I really do not like this holiday," he revealed and then smiled softly. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked down to her again.

"That dress suits you," he said and then was pleased to see that she was indeed wearing the necklace that he had bought for her.

He was also fishing for a change in topic. The last thing he wanted to do was explain his bah humbug nature with another person. JD had been bad enough.

open, yay multiples etc c:

[hopeless_hacker]

Tosh hadn't really thought she'd have ever had a reason to dress up again after Gwen's wedding; her own death seemed to have nixed any possible excuse for formalwear. Apparently she'd been wrong.

She adjusted the hem of her dress. Maybe it had been Aleera's 'undead tart' pheromones affecting her while she'd been dress shopping, but she had gone for something more daring than usual - cleavage had never been much of an issue for her, but the lack of sleeves and a skirt that she couldn't pull below her knees were both new. It might have been different at home; here, she felt a bit ridiculous and overexposed and maybe showing up at all had been a bad idea.

At least she wasn't the only one sticking to the wall like a girl at a Year Six disco. She sipped from the glass of champagne in one hand and wondered how long she had to stay before leaving would look like anything except running away.

HI BABY.

[deusexmechanic]

Seamus had not bought a new suit in the port. Between failing to pick up chicks, failing to get Rex to come and try and pick up chicks with him, and passing out in the jacuzzi while his inmates doomsday plans floated around him in the bubbling water, he just hadn't had the time to go out clothes shopping. So what he'd ended up wearing to the ball, was the exact same thing he'd worn to all those stupid formal events he'd had to attend when he was on the Andromeda. A hand me down formal suit that was a good four or five sizes too big for him, kindly donated by his generous and broad shouldered former captain. The unfortunate effect of this was eerily close to that of a preteen boy dressing up in his dads suit, and Harper was uncomfortably self aware of that fact

[hopeless_hacker]

Toshiko commanded the self-control necessary to only flinch on the inside; without her laptop to hide behind, she just folded her arms instead. The presence of mind-altering mistletoe on the Barge and the consequences thereof were still in mind.

"Mr. Harper." For a man who apparently considered himself something of a ladykiller, he looked sort of....cute.

[deusexmechanic]

"Just Harper, please. The whole Mister thing is uhh, a little more professional than I usually shoot for." Harper winced, giving a wave of his hand, as if to try and shake the formality away. He gave a little grin and lifted his glass to her, "So, happy christmas! Did you, uh, have fun in the port?"