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[doubleomalley]

George had never really traveled before, outside of family vacations to Grand Canyon or Disneyland and forced camping trips (or, as George liked to think of them, a Beginner's Guide to Hell) with the O'Malley men. Any time he might have had to travel after college was lost in the haze of med school, and then he kissed any free time goodbye once he

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[leftwithmybones]

"You hate your life? Try getting stuck under the goddamn mistletoe," McCoy comments as he takes a look at the horrifying creature that just might have its own alien sentience. Good god, but there just isn't an end to the display of terror around here. "What'd you do to piss the thing off?"

[doubleomalley]

"I exist," George replied, giving the suspicious dress a kick as he worked himself back onto his feet. It wasn't that satisfying. "I exist, and I wanted clothes that won't have me freezing to death. That's all I did."

[leftwithmybones]

"Are you sure it's not saying there's some deep side of you that's just itching to break out in taffeta?" McCoy deadpans, arching his brow upwards as he shucks off his coat to start looking for another damned sweatshirt to warm himself up. No place on earth had a right to be this cold without more chance of heating.

[doubleomalley]

George frowned and looked up at the guy. "If there is - which there isn't, but if there is, I'd like to stay ignorant about it until I die."

[gorramcheerful]

The snow wasn't so new, but what had happened to the buildings, the whole Island was and Kaylee was pretty sure she hasn't stopped beaming since. Castles, lights and decorations; was just like being in a storybook! Course the snow meant it was cold, and Kaylee wondered if she might stock up again on a couple new warm clothes, last year she'd got an adorable pink sweater with a sweet little reindeer knitted on the front and all.

She arrived to see someone struggling mightily with something- well she didn't know what it was supposed to be, but it sure was bright and fluffy. He weren't so happy about it either, downright upset even. "Aw, you know that box does that to everyone, it's got a awful beastly sense of humour sometimes." As if the statement he'd just made could be attributed solely to bad clothing. And a box was capable of emotions. "'Least y'wouldn't get yourself lost in a crowd, huh?" She noted with a grin as she inspected the dress, trying to encourage amusement and she kinda liked the colours.

[doubleomalley]

George looked up, realized a pretty girl was talking to him - a pretty girl who just implied she was thinking of him wearing the awful thing - and decided that his humiliation meter for the day was full up.

"That's not exactly comforting," he told her, but he gave her as much of a smile as he could manage.

[gorramcheerful]

Determined to be unhappy about it? Truth be told she wasn't sure any fella she'd ever known would be so amused either. "I got a friend who's havin' a baby real soon. 'Praps this thing'd live a better life as something that ain't a dress." Kaylee loved her frills, she loved a pretty dress. But she just wasn't bonding with this one so fast. "I'm guessin' it ain't gonna break your heart any time soon t'see it cut up?" She smiled.

"Anyway, if there's something you want. Only way t'win with this thing is to keep at it. You'll find somethin." She waves him back to the box, inviting herself to help. "I'm Kaylee."

[doubleomalley]

"I would love to see it cut up," George agreed, entirely sincere. He wasn't the kind of guy who hated without provocation, but he made exceptions for crimes against fashion.

That was something he was never thinking or saying out loud; he'd had to convince everyone he wasn't gay once in his life, and all that did was give him syphillis and a year's worth of humiliation.

"Nice to meet you, Kaylee. I'm George. And yeah, that's what I keep hearing, but it's kinda hard to believe right now. I guess I should give it some time." Or something.

[drownondryland]

"Did that thing just try to eat you?" Meredith asked, eyes wide as she stared down at the whatever-the-hell-it-was, then glanced back to George. She couldn't exactly call him on hating his life when she spent plenty of time hating her own. Maybe she spent less time doing so these days, but it wasn't like she loved the place just because she liked the people, and now that everything looked like some fairy threw up on it, she found the whole thing even more annoying. The weather was a nice change, but she'd never wanted to live in Disneyland.

[doubleomalley]

"I just got attacked by a rainbow tafetta dress," George confirmed, sounding about as depressed as anyone who just got attacked by a dress would. "Why-- who would wear this? Why does this thing even exist?"

[drownondryland]

Meredith made a face as she headed over to slump down on the floor next to him, knees pulled up toward her. "Do I seriously look like someone who'd know the answer to that question?" she asked. It was intended to be rhetorical, but if the answer was yes, she really needed to reconsider... well, her entire life. "Everything's so cheerful today. Why is everything so cheerful out there?"

[doubleomalley]

George knew he could always count on Meredith to hate brightly colored decorations and false cheer. "I don't know, the most I could come up with was an army of Izzies coming in overnight to aggresively redecorate the entire place for the holidays."

It was a very Izzie thing to do.

[chose]

Having lived the entirety of her life in the perpetual warmth of Southern California, Buffy has always had just one regret about not living in cooler climates: the clothes. It is a cruel, cruel thing to come across a beautiful pea coat, innocuously resting on the department store rack and begging to be tried on, only to realize the need for it is nonexistent. Now that Buffy finally has occasion for scarves and gloves and coats, she intends to take full advantage.

If only the Clothes Box would kindly work with her. Her hopes aren't very high, but she ventures into the storage room, only to find someone wrestling with what looks like fashion's giant-sized answer to the rainbow slinky. "Oh God," she winces. "I should just give up right now."

[doubleomalley]

"They should put this thing out back and shoot it," George replied, feeling only the slightest bit of relief that he wasn't caught while actually flailing about trying to get the dress off him.

That much brightly colored tafetta coming at you, panic is a perfectly acceptable response. And it only lasted a few seconds, anyway.

[chose]

She cranes her neck, staring down the abominable clown costume from a safe distance away. "Are you sure? Shooting at it might just make it angry."

[doubleomalley]

"It'd probably rise from the dead bigger and with more ruffles," George said, shoulders dropping in momentary defeat. Clothes box: one, George: zero.

[with_diamonds]

Lucy had gotten used to seeing a lot of strange clothes come out of the box, but walking in to see someone pulling out some massive freaking rainbow thing, she was pretty sure that had to top the list. Eyebrows raising, she stared for a moment, her gaze remaining at least partially on it as she headed towards one of the washers.

"Yeah, you and me both," she commented wryly, running a hand back through her hair. It took only a few moments to get the washer going and her clothes into it, and then she turned, leaning back against the machine with her arms folded over her chest. "Jesus, and I thought that thing hated me."

[doubleomalley]

"I hear it doesn't really discriminate, so it probably still hates you," George replied. He tried to sound reassuring, if only for his own sake, because referring to a cardboard box as if it had feelings was just another level of weird to add to the ever growing list. "Joy."

[with_diamonds]

"Thanks," Lucy said with a short laugh, just that much the most she'd managed in a while now. "When all else fails, I can remember that an inanimate object still hates me. Joy, indeed." Somewhat surprisingly, she wasn't being entirely sarcastic, either. At least some things around here could be counted upon, no matter how ridiculous that stupid box was. "Really, though, that's got to be one of the scariest things I've ever the box give out."

[doubleomalley]

"Is it really?" George gave it another look - it seemed to be half standing up thanks to the fabric. Or demonic posession. "Oh, good, because I'd hate to think this was the norm."