All the Whos down in Whoville...

[beforethewar]

Who: All the Whoniverse folks, and their plus ones
What: Eight is a bit Christmas crazy, and is inflicting it on his "family".
When: Day 378
Where: Thor 104 (Who House 2)
Rating: PG

A week before, everyone in the Doctors' makeshift "family" is sent a simple message:

Come to Thor 104 in one week's time for a Christmas get-together.
Bring a friend if you like.
No, this is not optional. Don't make me come get you.

When they arrive, they're greeted by a festively decorated house, twinkling lights and all, still covered in snow from the day before. The door is, as usual, unlocked so that everyone can filter in as they please. Once inside, the house is full of the sights, sounds, and scents of a huge family holiday gathering. A fire in the fireplace makes the house warm and cozy, and a decorated tree holds pride of place.

Grab a glass of cider or mulled wine, wander the house, find a conversation to jump into, or get some fresh air in the back garden.

But beware, Eight has been quite liberal with his use of mistletoe. Chances are you'll find yourself under some at some point in the night.

(ooc: Prose or action bracket thingies, whichever is fine.)

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[beforethewar]

Eight slips in next to her, his head tilting as he watches the obvious stress in Clara's demeanor. That's just not right. "Clara, what's wrong?" he asks quietly, resting a hand on her shoulder in some attempt to try to comfort her.

[bossily]

"No one's fighting," she says this in near disbelief, and glances up at Eight with a shrug. Her hand rests atop his, and gives it a little pat. She knows it's a good thing that no one's caused any trouble, but she still can't believe it hasn't happened yet and is just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the entire house to somehow set aflame and for Eight to end up enraged, or for Eleven to make Clementine cry somehow.

[beforethewar]

"No, no one is fighting," he nods in agreement. He'd like to think that most of his other selves would know how to behave. Well...Eleven's a bit hit and miss, but one could always hope.

"You can relax, I think. Besides, who says you're the one who always has to worry about our poor behavior? You should be allowed to enjoy yourself as well."

[bossily]

"Relax. Right. I can relax." But she isn't really someone that ever fully relaxes, she's always tense over worrying about someone or something. That, and relaxing involves giving up control and she never really likes doing that. Anything can happen when you relax. Things like -

Okay, no. She's got to not be a neurotic mess at her family's Christmas party. Eight's important to her, and he wants her to relax. So she slouches down in her chair, folds her hands up in her lap, and smiles.

"Totally relaxing. Yep. Not worrying about anyone named Doctor."