- forty-third year waiting -

[nurse_boy]

[dictated]

How does everyone plan on celebrating Christmas here? Has the castle ever had a, uh--a normal one?

Last year--the only one I've spent here--it was mental. Literally. Everyone had these really... vivid dreams, and I think we could, you know, dream-hop or something. Visit other peoples' dreams. And then--[sigh]--the castle turned into a Jane

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[luthored]

I guess it depends on what you mean by normal. Even back home, I'm not unused to strange occurrences around the holidays.

is LJ done being a jerk now? -_-

[nurse_boy]

Well, just... normal. You know. Nothing bad happening, just family and presents and having a good time.

[luthored]

Then no. Well, kissing happens every year at least.

[nurse_boy]

Normal kissing or... castle kissing?

[siebter]

That sounds like it was scary...

[nurse_boy]

>((I hate LJ.))

It was bloody annoying, is what is was.

[siebter]

Maybe since the last one wasn't very good, this one will be better!

[nurse_boy]

We can only hope I guess, right? Have you spent a Christmas here yet?

[hard_talker]

Heh, you forgot about the giant living game of Candy Land.

[nurse_boy]

((sorry for the delay, LJ's been acting like crap))

Oh. Right, yeah. Maybe I just... blocked that part from my memory.

[hard_talker]

Really? Out of everything, I'd think people would block the rats.

[nurse_boy]

[mutters] I'm working on that.

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[tiny_fury]

[Some shuffling. Sniffing. And then, an alarmed yelp and a clatter. If Rory turns around, he'll find a little black dragon on the table, smacking his lips and giving a grumbly sort of noise of complaint. Also, hot chocolate is spilled all over the table and all over the ground as well.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.]

[nurse_boy]

((sorry for the late tag! LJ's been acting up for me))

[Rory yelps too at the clatter, and spins around, dropping the book he's holding. When he sees the tiny dragon next to his spilled cocoa, his shoulders sag and he makes an annoyed-sounding whine]

Oh come on now, what did you do that for?

[tiny_fury]

((Ahah, you're not the only one.))

[A small trill comes from Toothless as he looks at Rory with big, innocent eyes. He did what now?]

[nurse_boy]

((and it continues -_-))

Oh, no. No. You see that? [points at the cocoa, still dripping off the table and onto the floor. He quickly wishes some heavy-duty paper towels into existence and starts mopping it up, moving the books out of the way and setting the mug rightside-up] You knocked my mug over.

[pause, then mumbles]

Why am I even bothering talking to an animal. [swats gently at it, as it's in the way of his cleaning] Budge over a bit.

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[syntax_error24]

Normal is overrated. [Suddenly a little red-head on the other side of the table! She's holding a book that looks way too thick for someone her age.]

Though I'd rather the castle keep it's nose out of other people's business. Like mine.

[nurse_boy]

((sorry for the late reply! LJ was acting up for me))

[Rory jumps a little at the unexpected voice, and turns to face the table. Oh, hello small ginger thing. He frowns at what she says]

Er. Well... yeah, everyone does, probably.

[syntax_error24]

((I think it was acting up for everyone this weekend.))

[Yes, hello. Dairine looks up from her book as she replies.]

Most likely. Your story sounds more like a ballet than Jane Austen by the way.

[nurse_boy]

((rude))

[blinks a bit stupidly at the seeming non sequitur]

My what?