insert christmas carols here

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Kyle Rayner + CR.
Date: December 15th, beginning at about 3 PM and running until the wee hours of the 16th.
Location: FI-3D.
Situation: Christmas party.
Warnings/Rating: G for now, will be updated if needed.
Notes: Actionspam or prose are all welcome! Comment under the headers and feel free to threadjack/tag around to your heart’s content. If there’s any violence/loud disagreements in the threads please ping us.

 ↳INVITATIONS:
Invite from Jim: Betty Ross, Bruce Banner, the Archive, Clara Oswald, Spock, Bones, Chekov, Korra, Eridan, Molly Carpenter, Bryn, Ellie, Pike, Jack Frost, Stocking Anarchy, Jane Shepard, Layla Miller.
Invite from Kyle: Rose Tyler, Gaius Septimus, Dick Grayson (both), Damian Wayne, Midii Une, Aya, Tony Stark (616), Zatanna, Bean, Altliv, Shayera, Terry McGinnis, Bianca Reyes, Costigan, Kaine, Mark Grayson, Toph, Nita, Bucky (MCU), Kurt Wagner.

Characters are free to bring friends/family members, and gifts are not required but very much welcome. Likewise if we've forgotten anyone, please let us know so we can amend!


UPDATE:

There are numerous Christmas trees dotted through the house, and each Christmas tree is extravagantly decorated. They all have little hand-carved and painted ornaments, and for everyone that's been invited there is an ornament that's reminiscent of something from their home world or if Jim has no knowledge of it, something that seems specific to them in particular. There are names carved into the bottom of the ornaments, and people are free to take them home, they're essentially gifts!

Comments

KARAOKE

[candystriped]

[ Stocking bypasses the terribly tacky 90's music (at least people aren't trying to claim it's not tacky) and she claims the microphone about two thirds of the way through the evening, after things have settled down and there is a pleasant buzz of alcohol flowing through the room. She sits rather primly on the chair provided for the singers and disdains the lyrics on the song machine, knowing full well what she's singing. Music provided from the hymns and carols section and presses play.

And then she starts to sing and for all her bad attitude and mouthy speech, she has her mama's voice. She chooses Adeste Fideles -- Oh Come All Ye Faithful -- in its original Latin, clear and beautiful. She seems completely oblivious to anyone who might be watching, though if they look carefully they can probably see gauzy outlines of feathers draping down off the chair behind her.

Got a request for other hymns? Not every day the musical retinue is done by an actual angel. ]

[asouthron]

[ Okay, that actually calls for an applause. McCoy's a little rusty on his Latin, but what he can understand is beautiful. ]

And here I thought I had a voice like a bell...

[candystriped]

[ Stocking smiled prettily at the compliment, fluffing out the ruffles on her dress so they sat a little more appealing. ]

I guess it does come with the job description...

[asouthron]

Huh, you angels seem to lead rather stressful lives...

[ There's a smile, but the challenge in his eyes begs her to bite. ]

[candystriped]

[ She leans over and flicks him on the forehead with one immaculately manicured fingernail. ]

You wouldn't say that if you saw half of the shit we have to deal with when it comes to Ghosts. Including one who was actually made of shit. Think about that for a few minutes, but not while you're eating.

[asouthron]

Hey! [ Did you seriously just flick him?! If you weren't so cute, kid, he'd flick you right back. In fact, be wary! He'll probably flick you back when you least expect it! ]

Ghosts? The angels of Heaven deal with the paranormal? Covered in shit even...

[ You are not selling yourself very well here, Stocking. ]

[candystriped]

Of course! Who else is going to take care of them? Demons stir them up and we have to go clean that mess.

[asouthron]

So, now that I've got an angel at my disposal to answer all of life's mysteries... What, exactly, makes a ghost? Is it a lost soul? Some poor bastards caught in purgatory?

[candystriped]

[ Stocking hesitates for a moment, because she recalls talking with Jim not so very long ago about how Bones didn't share much about himself and in turn, she didn't really impart much about her life either. ]

Closer to the first. Tainted souls with unfinished business, even if that's just to cause trouble.

[asouthron]

So, you just purify them then? Do they get to go to Heaven?

[ As much as he wishes otherwise, McCoy has a morbid fascination in this religious mumbo jumbo. What's left of it was cultural tradition, many caught in the south. He grew up with the stories, the songs, and the holidays until his naturally sour disposition warped them into capitalist exploitation or uneducated ignorance.

Now, apparently, there's a truth to it. Goddamn. ]

[candystriped]

Some of them do, some don't. You probably don't need three guesses where the others go.

[ She shrugged a little, shifting closer to him on the seat. ]

I don't want to talk about work, Leonard. How about I sing you another song? Go ahead and pick one.

[asouthron]

[ Oop. That's the problem when your hobbies only include drinking; you tend to get caught up in nothing but work. ]

Pick one, huh? Well, let me think... I'm rather partial to O Holy Night, or Ode to Joy.

[candystriped]

O Holy Night sounds good.

[ She wiggles back onto the chair and clears her throat out of habit, waits for the music to cue up (she could carry the entire hymn on just her voice alone, but she didn't mind the accompaniment) and fell into note after a short count. ]

"O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining..."

[superieure]

[Monet gravitates towards the karaoke machine much later in the evening. Her enhanced hearing has been more than sufficient to keep track of everyone using it, and some of those tunes she honestly wishes she could forget. (She's not mentioning to anyone that the tacky 80s music here is amazing and is points in Kirk's favour.)]

[She doesn't turn her head when Stocking steps up, but once her voice is floating over the crowd Monet stops dead where she is, and watches, slowly walking towards it so that the sound can drown out the voices in her head (too much strong emotion in the room, thanks to the alcohol. It's hard to block.)]

Brava! [She claps, politely.] Another, perhaps?

[candystriped]

[ Stocking preens at the praise, flicking her multitoned hair behind her shoulder and sits up a little straighter on her chair. She didn't recognize the woman but then, the angel had been spending less time on the network in the last few weeks. ]

Sure, I can take requests.

[superieure]

[Monet, on the other hand, recognises her, and really isn't going to believe this angel nonsense. Her mother raised her Muslim. The word means something incredibly specific.]

[But a beautiful voice is a beautiful voice. She thinks of Terry, who might have been in the choir when she was small, and her heart aches. She misses her most, even more than Shatterstar.]

[Calmly, she scribbles a list of common Catholic hymns, and hands it over.]

Any of these?

[candystriped]

[ Stocking glances over it and nods, seeming a bit amused. ]

Hey, if you're going to give me hymns, just assume I know all of them.

[ The playful quip aside, she clears her throat and begins a soulful version of Here I Am Lord. ]

"...I have heard you calling in the night. I will go, Lord, where you lead me,
I will hold your people in my heart..."

[superieure]

I tend not to make assumptions.

[It's dialled down to just vague irritation. This is a party, Kirk's not especially loathsome: she'll behave.]

[— It helps that Stocking has a marvellous voice. Monet's rapt, and wishing Terry was here.]

The choirmaster must have been very pleased with your voice.

[candystriped]

[ Stocking is the last person who would chastise anyone for nothing being appropriate at a social function. At Monet's remark once she's finished the hymn however, she utters a soft laugh. ]

Actually I wasn't part of the Choir. [ the capital there is audible ]

[superieure]

[Rich people have social codes, Stocking.]

Oh?

[She arches an eyebrow.]

[candystriped]

[ Rules are made to be broken, gurl. Stocking gives a little shrug as though to indicate it's not a big deal, but there are definitely cues that it's not so insignificant as she lets on. ]

My sister and I are battle angels.

[superieure]

[Not these, if one wants to survive in Monet's circles.]

[She flicks her wrist, half-dismissal, but it conceals interest.]

They who fight monsters?

[candystriped]

[ The angel girl's expression says thank Him, someone who actually knows what that means and nods. ]

That's it exactly. Demons, Ghosts, all the little nasties they keep puking up to Earth. Of course it's the least thankful job to have.

[superieure]

[A nod.]

Not to mention what it must do to your hair.

[candystriped]

[ Stocking groans in acknowledgement. ]

It is just brutal! Some of us actually spend some time looking nice and putting thought into what we wear and then it's "go here and kill this thing and hurry up about it" like it's no big deal!