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.)

Comments

[comeonthensexy]

Ohhh, yeah. Oddly shaped are always fun.

[becauseichooseto]

To wrap or discover?

[comeonthensexy]

Mmmm, both.

You're hoping for an oddly shaped one?

[becauseichooseto]

Not necessarily. So long I like it, I don't mind how it's shaped.

[comeonthensexy]

That's a good attitude! But you want an oddly shaped one, admit it.

[becauseichooseto]

[He chuckles.] Are you projecting, Doctor?

[comeonthensexy]

Not one bit.

[ Sniff.

And he'll finally head off to fetch more presents now thanks. ]

[becauseichooseto]

[Irving chuckles.]

Wow I could swear I answered this

[comeonthensexy]

[ Just because of that he's bringing Brax's presents when he comes back, humming quietly to himself. If Brax is still around, he might be making a bit of an effort to make sure he sees they're for him. Just because. ]

I didn't even know you were going to ;)

[becauseichooseto]

[Irving's settled into a chair at this point, complete with aperitif. But he sees and smiles.]

Surprise! 8)

[comeonthensexy]

[ Totally making an affair out of setting the up in the best way under the tree. And the prettiest way. Actually, he's rearranging all the presents. There may or may not be a point to it. ]

:D

[becauseichooseto]

[Oh, Brax is looking forward to the results.]

[comeonthensexy]

[ Hmm.

He stands up, squints at the pile. ]

Running out of space.

[becauseichooseto]

Oh dear. [Irving sips his drink.]

[comeonthensexy]

It's a most grave problem.

[becauseichooseto]

Oh, undoubtedly! Just... what is it, you're trying to do?

[comeonthensexy]

Nothing. It needs to look right.

[ Also his gifts need to be on the top. ]

[becauseichooseto]

How very specific. Why? [After all, the thought that counts is practically the holiday mantra.]

[comeonthensexy]

Because.

[ Keeps his hands occupied. ]

[becauseichooseto]

Oh. [He looks like, if he were anyone else, he'd be laughing. However, he's not, so he's going to settle for being unhelpful.]

[comeonthensexy]

Enjoying yourself?

[ Just sitting there. ]

[becauseichooseto]

[He raises his eyebrows. If he were to acknowledge what is actually going on here, Doctor, he'd have pointed out that you haven't actually asked him to help you, have you? What else is he supposed to be doing?]

Oh, yes!

[comeonthensexy]

[ Well he's not going to do that! ]

Glad to hear it.

[becauseichooseto]

[Irving smiles. Well, there you are, Doctor.] Good.

[comeonthensexy]

[ He fusses for a couple of minutes, and finally stands up and takes a good few steps back. Crosses his arms. ]

...

What do you think?