Holly Jolly Christmas [Open]

[punchedaklingon]

Who| Pasha and Open
What| Being Santa's little helper.
Where| Tribute Tower Lounge
When| Christmas Eve!
Warnings/Notes| Possible cultural appropriation. 

Pasha loved Christmas. It was quite possibly her favourite time of the year. There were gifts to be wrapped, family to call in on and her shop had been doing exceptional trade in the past month. She felt like she had hardly stopped. so much so that she'd hired two new staff members to help her run the shop and had been forced to purchase more storage space for stockpiling her products. On that front she was a very happy camper.

So on Christmas Eve she happily donned her best outfit and set out with a bagful of prettily wrapped presents hanging from both her arms. The tiny Capitolite made herself comfortable in the lounge of the tribute tower and waited until she spotted some of the Tributes she was acquainted with. And perhaps drank. Just a little.

It was Christmas after all.

Comments

[carnagecarnival]

Ah, Sister Pasha. Up to more of... whatever the motherfuck all he could call what Pasha got up to. Her own wicked business and one of alarming conversation and fuzzy creatures.

He gives a nod when he sees her, one that might be a bow or might not. "Evening Sister," He greets.

[punchedaklingon]

"Initiate!" Pasha stood with a wide smile on her face. She was covered in stars, as was the usual for her in all honesty, but now with the added christmas fluff and colours. It was a somewhat dizzying outfit even after she had shed her coat. "Merry Christmas." She greeted. "Hawe you been celebrating?" She questioned, silently wondering if his species had an equivalent of Christmas or not.

Probably. But it was probably horrifying and terrifying.

[carnagecarnival]

The enthusiasm is a little jarring but not distinctly uncomfortable at least. He lifts a brow-- even smirks a little.

"THERE SOMETHING IN PARTICULAR WHAT ALL TO BE CELEBRATING?" He asks. That was one thing his church and the capitol could seem to coincide on; belief in celebration. Even if the capitol didn't do it right the way the church did. "Is this about her merry christmas?"

Because Nathaniel shouldn't hog all the Pasha. :(

[grandmas_gurl]

Ruby doesn't know who Pasha is. Some Captiol person who does some... things. Cute things. Fun things. weird things. You know... things. With pets, right? That's... that's about all she's got. But as she wonders by the table, she still gives a tight smile and... stops.

"Looking for someone?" she's looking at the presents.

[punchedaklingon]

There was indeed a rather large pile of presents in front of the diminutive young woman, stacked on the table and overflowing in the bags beside her. Normally she would have made a charitable donation to support the Gamemakers but this year she'd wanted to do something nice for the tributes.

"Hello!" She cheerfully replied. "Yes and no. Mostly just tributes." The girl smiled. "I should think I am in the right place to find them though."

[grandmas_gurl]

"We do sort of... hang out."

Weak joke. But it's hard to dust off your sense of humor when you're looking at a citizen in the closest place you have to a sanctuary. If only this place had a forest... They'd probably ruin that, too.

[punchedaklingon]

"Giwen that this is where Tributes are supposed to liwe I should think so!" Pasha cheerfully remarked with a knowing little smile. It was a shame they couldn't live elsewhere but she supposed then they wouldn't be under the loving care of their stylists and mentors all the time.

"I am Pasha Chekov. Nice to meet you, Miss?"

[grandmas_gurl]

The single best recommendation for relocation Ruby had ever heard. And she'd spent twenty eight years in a cursed town. She'd sort of gotten used to being trapped, though. More curious than that was this intruder in her gilded prison. Like strangers in Storybrooke, there was a certain draw to find out more.

“Red,” she said. Or Ruby; it was Interchangeable. She didn't know why she bothered without Snow there. Maybe she was just trying to hold onto some piece of her real home.