You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry...

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Who: Death The Hogfather, Rex, and YOU! (Open)
What: Two decide to take the matter of spreading holiday cheer into their own hands.
Where:All around Nautilus
When: December 24th, midnight or thereabouts. Time is irrelevant.
Warnings: Depends on who's tagging
Notes: Feel free to tag in if you want an interactive visitation! Otherwise feel free to

Comments

... Mikaela's apartment probably has a chimney. The garage does not :(

[stabbywheelfeet]

Sideswipe was, for the record, out cold.

Whether it was on purpose, or accident, it didn't particularly matter. The young Autobot had spent the entirety of the "Christmas season" with an odd, bitter feeling that was difficult to erase completely, despite his best attempts. He'd been tempted, several times, to just go home and wait it out.

... see his comrades. His family, as it were. And wait it out.

But something had always gotten in the way. So he recharged now, curled into the best silver ball he could manage, facing the back of his couch. If he recharged all day, who really cared?

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     There was a trail of sooty footprints that led from Mikaela's fireplace to...a wall. Death wasn't going to bother with doors if he could get away with it. He'd left the girl's present leaned up against the side of the brick, and then gone to see to the resident of the garage.

Robots were a tricky thing. Death wasn't sure what one would want, and had a feeling he would understand very little of whatever material things they might like. And so he trusted the Sack, and what it had to offer. The Sack was always right, and for its size, it had no limit of what things it could carry.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Something was moving.

His sensors wouldn't have picked it up, otherwise, and, quite frankly, Sideswipe was halfway determined just to ignore them, to continue recharging and pretend nothing was happening whatsoever. But, like an incessant alarm, they wouldn't shut up.

Air rushed out of his vents in a sigh, and the silver form uncoiled, peering blearily around the garage.

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     Glowing eyes would probably the first thing noticed, and they stared across the way at the Autobot in a slightly uncertain manner that often accompanied one who had gotten their hand caught in the cookie jar.

The manor has a plethora of chimneys, Death. Take your pick.

[savior_backward]

Normally, Alex Roivas was organized. She was normally on-track, with days planned out to the hour. You had to be, to succeed in her chosen field. Even if she was still only in graduate school.

But here, there were no classes, no due dates, no papers and no thesis. It was easy to lose track of time, and forget that an all-important holiday was looming on the horizon. Which was exactly what the youngest member of the Roivas family had done.

And was exactly why she was still awake, wrapping the last of her family's gifts. Sure, she could have bended them up, but, Alex felt, there was something to be said for doing this particular kind of work yourself. She was sitting in the kitchen, the dining table positioned near the fireplace, surrounded by bright paper, bows, and the like. There was a tag stuck to her elbow, and her face was scrunched in deep concentration.

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     He hated chimneys. He hated having to go down them. Why deal with chimneys when you could walk through walls like they didn't exist? But there were Expectations when you did this sort of thing, so the "Hogfather" dealt with it.

The sound of small chunks of snow tinkled down the dark stack, and hopefully the fireplace wasn't lit. It wouldn't be for very long anyway, as more snow came down, sprinkled with black soot, and then all at once something larger touched down in the pit- none too gracefully because it had lost its footing- OH, BUGGER- and made the rest of the trip all too quickly.

[savior_backward]

Living in the Roivas manor was an exercise in paranoia - at least to anyone who had held the Tome in their hands - to an exhausting degree. It was muted somewhat, by the city. Nothing bad had happened in the house since Alex had arrived, but that didn't mean nothing would.

So when the snow and soot began to fall into the chimney, she literally jumped out of her seat. Runes crackled along the ground, a slippery, feminine voice whispering their names to the empty air.

BANKOROK. PARGON. SANTAK. PARGON. XEL'LOTATH.

At the last syllable, green light swept the room, small globules of it dancing around the young woman, like erratic fireflies.

"Who's there?"

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     The figure straightened from where he landed, shuffling sideways like an overgrown crab in order to clear the mantle as he did so. It was a very tall being that easily towered over the girl, and however jovially dressed it was, the fact that it had the face of a skull broke the effect, terribly. At least he was grinning.

OH DEAR, the "Hogfather" sighed. ERR... HO-HO-HO?

LOL this should be fun. XD;;; - GZ has no chimney, but the front door's never locked, so...

[derpjack_ftw]

Late as it was, especially after the party at Lelouch's and checking on all his friends, Wheeljack was trying to keep quiet as he puttered around a side room off the main workshop, unable for some reason to sleep and trying very hard not to wake the other residents of his home. He knew he needed to have something to give each of his loved ones. He just . . . didn't know what.

Oh, well, he had until morning to figure it out, right?

Not that Death can figure out doorknobs...

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     The sleigh landed outside of Ground Zero, and as thankful as Death was that there was no chimney, he was put off by the door. He also wanted to avoid another incident like the one with Garrus.

YOU DON'T SUPPOSE YOU CAN GET THAT, CAN YOU...? he inquired of Rex, glancing from the boy to the door.

Not sure it's got one? It's a Cybertronian building, so. Someone let me know if this isn't ok!

[naniteknight]

Rex had taken to lounging in the back of the sleigh while it was in motion, leaning back on the sacks like they were over-sized and lumpy cushions. He was a rather lanky kid, all in all, so not like doing that was bound to crush much of anything.

As they stopped outside Ground Zero and Death asked him about the door, Rex took on a sly expression as he pulled himself up out of the sleigh. "Cybertronian door? No problemo. And that's whether or not it's locked!"

Stepping up to the door, he cracked his knuckles and placed his right palm against the metal. Circuit board patterns of glowing blue spiraled out briefly at the point of contact. A second later, the door was opening right on up.

"Piece of cake."

LOL s'cool! Actually, there /is/ a human-sized door built into one of the ...

[derpjack_ftw]

((...Cybertronian ones, but LOL Rex. I can see him opening the big doors just cuz he /can/. XDDD))

Ground Zero didn't have the same lock-down capability that its neighbor, the Med-Bay, did, but nevertheless there was something of an alert system that Wheeljack had installed months ago - mostly for others' sakes, so he had enough warning to put away or shut down whatever he was working on before it could hurt someone walking in on him.

At this hour of the night, the engineer couldn't help but jump at the tone that told him someone was at the front door. Who in the Pit could be visiting at this hour? Not that he minded, of course, but... He moved to the nearest wall panel and turned on the camera . . . but no one was there. And the door was registering as open. Huh.

He stepped out into the main workshop area, looking for his visitors. "Hello?"

KITT's doing the only thing he really knows how... 9,9

[guardianbydesgn]

The night was crisp and clear, and KITT was out driving in it. Really, what else would he be doing? Patrol runs were more or less the only things he could really offer to the city and his inhabitants, and so the TransAm was doing what he did best.

Doin' this like a B-29.

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     Above, the sound of sleigh bells. It was an annoying sound to hear, after a while, but Binky put up with it just as Death did. Visiting homes was all fine, but half the time people didn't seem to be asleep around here. There hadn't been one glass of sherry nor a pork pie left out, but some had left cookies and milk, those of which Death would bring back for Rex. They had to go somewhere, and Albert wasn't present to partake of the offerings to Jolly Old St. Nick or otherwise.

AH, THERE HE IS, the "Hogfather" noted, pointing down below at the moving light that sped along the ground.

Hehehe... XD

[naniteknight]

Rex was feeling a little less resentful about the green clothes and especially the ears as the morning went on. Death was bringing cookies and milk back where possible, and that was enough to silence any further complaints the kid might have had about his gear. Even as they flew out over the city streets, now chasing a set of moving headlights from their overhead vantage point, Rex peered over the side of the sleigh with half a cookie hanging out of his mouth.

"KITT?" he questioned after munching down the rest of the cookie. "Awesome. Heh, think he knows we're up here?"

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     I DO NOT THINK SO, Death replied. This was going to be an interesting drop off. Quite literally too.

Reigning Binky out of the slow angle of descent, Death evened out the sleigh, glancing over the edge to get an idea of whereabout the car was that sped way down on the ground beneath them. He pointed Rex towards one of the sacks.

I THINK WE'LL NEED TO GET A LITTLE MORE AHEAD OF HIM. LET ME KNOW WHEN WE DO SO BEFORE YOU MAKE THE DROP.

[natsu_taka]

The Natsume has been hiding again, snuggled up in his shoe. He's curled up in front of his small fireplace making a scrapbook. There is no way of knowing how he managed to get these pictures. Stalking you all, is the little Natsume.

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     A shoe. It was one of the most unusual residences that Death had ever seen in Nautilus. It was also a little difficult to park on top of. Binky was perfectly fine with standing on air while the sleigh itself came to rest at the edge of the boot's lip of a roof.

WANT TO COME DOWN FOR THIS ONE? he asked Rex as he carefully got out of the sleigh, casting a glance at the chimney to see if there was any smoke.

[natsu_taka]

There was indeed smoke coming from the tiny chimney of The Shoe.

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     DAMN.

He would have scowled if he could. HOW INCONSIDERATE. I SUPPOSE WE CAN GO DOWN THE OTHER WAY, THEN.