[Visual: What the heck is this?]

[faderbroderson]

Godric is honest-to-god lounging when the visual activates, in drawstring pants and a plain, gray shirt. He looks like he may have gotten into the eggnog fairy blood this post-Christmas season. He's holding a wolf t-shirt and looking perplexed.

"This appeared on the coffee table, with a tag that said it was for me. There was no indication who it was from, but thank you, I suppose." He has no intention of wearing it, ever, and he's a bit disturbed that it had just shown up in his home. It isn't from Sookie, and certainly not from Eric. He gives it a long look before turning his attention back to the tablet.

"Faith, Dawn, did you both receive the Christmas gifts I sent you?" Definitely not entirely sober, otherwise he might have cared enough to make that part private. Right now, he just doesn't.

[ooc: Yup, 4th wall gift. Don't even ask. It's an inside joke about an inside joke and all the LJ entries that explain it are locked. >_>;]

012. [location: sanctuary for all] have a holly jolly christmas.

[notanemptymotto.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was odd for Helen to give gifts to the people she had surrounded herself with. Most of them, she had only known for a few months. Most of them, she'd never see again if they were ever to leave Taxon. Even with that knowledge she still prepared gifts for them. She had wrapped them and placed them under the tree that was set up in her office.

She made sure to be there for when they opened their presents. Sitting at her desk, pretending to be busy. The Sanctuary was completely settled and nothing was out of place. Breakfast had already been prepared for all of the late sleepers, the building was warm, and there were no odd reports of the security system going off.

So, she sat in her office with her cup of tea and waited for the others to walk in.

[ ooc; backdated to the 25th! Come claim your gifts here, if you'd like! ]

030: [Location: Buffy's castle/ Accidental Visual] we're not in Hell anymore, Toto--

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Every morning, Dean Winchester awakes to the smell of fire and brimstone and rotting flesh, the sounds of screaming and pleading, the sight of things so gruesome the human mind couldn't even begin to imagine them. He takes his morning walk, and then goes to his office, where he starts his work. It's not pleasant work, not by any means, but he does get enjoyment out of coaxing whimpers out of those who are sent to him. He always gets the most stubborn souls, you see.

This morning, he wakes up in an entirely different place. Even as a demon, Dean Winchester hates to wake up in a place he doesn't know.

He doesn't think, just rolls out of the bed he's in and heads for the door (where the hell is he, a castle?), immediately getting lost. This is around the point that the tablet turns on, showing Dean wandering the castle with a rather lost look on his face-- lost, but irritated.

In fact, at one point, when he opens a door and it leads to a room that has nobody in it, people watching the tablet may see a flash of black in Dean's eyes. It's gone a second later, though. Must have been a trick of the light?

[ooc: Dean's glitch! Go go go~]

008: VISUAL//[i want a platinum blonde life]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

When Max walked into her room, there was a small box on her bed. Unwrapped, unlabeled, just a small white box, lying there looking all innocent.

Which immediately made her suspicious.

She tapped the box with a fingertip at first, but it sounded mostly hollow - good, whatever was in there was probably not an explosive. (She wasn't sure who would want to bomb her room in Taxon, but she didn't put anything past anybody.) She picked it up, turned it over, and shook it around a bit before finally opening it.

She pulled the contents out with a frown, then shook the box again, hoping for a note saying who'd left it or some kind of clue about what it was supposed to mean. Nothing.

Annoyed, she pulled her tablet out of her pocket and flipped it on.

"All right, not that I don't appreciate a gift, but I thought Christmas was over," she began, sounding every bit as irritated as she looked. She held what had been in the box - a blonde wig - up to the screen so those who were watching could see the subject of her irritation. "What is this, a joke?"

[ooc: max's fourth wall gift is an homage to other roles that jessica alba is known for. ;D]

[Text] Flavoured Mathematics

[fangy-summers.livejournal.com]

Spike... Interesting choice of gift. Didn't even know it was Christmas, truth be told. And a little... Odd for folk like us to indulge in, but I get the sentiment.

What I don't appreciate is bad taste. Specifically, close encounters of the distinctly unsatisfying kind with my new locals. It's like... Liquid tax collector.

On the other hand, there's like a genie's magic lamp on every street corner. Annoyingly incapable of making anything too large - but mouths of gift horses and all that... Come to think of it, has anyone actually met a gift horse, before?

Time to make 1 + 1 = 2.

☆ 1 [Holo] Another sky, a new sun, new air, a new life.

[stardustflying.livejournal.com]

"ASTRIIIID!"

It was over, she'd done it. For him, for all those people on the planet beneath, all six billion of them, because he would save them. This will have been worthwhile, her life well spent and it only took a moment's thought, barely seconds of hesitation before she knew what she had to do.

Faster and faster she seemed to plummet towards the ship's nuclear drive, blasts of scorching air rushing past her. She could still see him, a tiny speck of hope high above her, and the fall seemed never ending. She reached out to him in vain hope, that brilliant man who'd offered her the whole universe, a dream made tangible and now she could barely see him.

"I'm falling." Flashes of burning heat ever nearing, but never closing. It was as if somehow time itself had allowed her the chance to dream, to cling to her belief in him. How long would she fall? Why wasn't it over yet?

( 'I keep falling. Stop me falling Doctor.' )

X. [ visual / location: sfa ] wherever you find love, it feels like christmas.

[makeshisownway.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, Peter was expecting to be miserable on Christmas. Except when he woke up? He was filled with a odd sort of joy he really couldn't place. Maybe it was the fact that he had been able to slide past his birthday without a mention. Being able to work through this whole mess without worrying about his birthday had helped. And now he could focus on Christmas.

On Christmas Eve, Peter had left and gotten a few gifts which he placed under the tree in the Foyer of the Sanctuary. After meeting his handfuls of singing wreaths. Not that he minded singing Christmas Carols. He just minded out loud and obnoxious the decorations made him. Oh well.

But, as it stood, he moved to the kitchen to fix himself some coffee. He opened up one of the medical books he borrowed from the library and snacked on one of the food platters that Magnus had left out. It was weird having a quiet Christmas after all the parties they had back in New York.

[ ooc; backdated to Christmas, and receive your gifts if you'd like! yes i used muppet lyrics :| ]

four | voice [locked to cordelia] | broken pieces break into me

[levilup.livejournal.com]

[After his ordeal with Snape, Levi is tired. And he doesn't really have anywhere else to go, and while usually he'd deal with this sort of thing alone, he thinks he'll at least try. So his message is short, quiet, and vaguely pained:]

Cordelia. Would it be alright if I came over?

005 [Voice]

[re-formed.livejournal.com]

[Someone sounds very confused. And more than a little on edge.]

I don't-

It wasn't-

What happened?