Hey, everybody y'all, whoo!
Whoo, hey, everybody y'all, whoo!
Can you imagine, can you imagine, can you dig?
Can you imagine, can you imagine, can you dig?
Little Anthony and The Imperials - Can You Imagine
(This takes place between Mission 3 and 4. Canon is malleable due to Holiday Fun Time!)
Crimson Kestrel, Hangar
Yuletide season on the ISC Phoenix was the weird one.
Luca had assembled everyone to the cargo bay to look at the hybrid Lewis Pasco and Yuletide tree he'd made. It was a pine tree he'd managed to find somewhere with loaded GP-1 magazines and strings of threaded brass casings hanging off of it in addition to shiny, glittery spheres and candy canes. He was trying to be as inclusive as he could but ended up getting a lukewarm, glurgey and juxtaposedly bizarre looking tree that almost looked like modern art.
Well, they didn't really make trees but he'd wrapped gifts for everyone. His wrapwork was ... easy to spot. It wasn't going to win any awards but it did conceal what his presents were for everyone and it was made with love and passion rather than any modicum of skill.
John had placed all of his gifts to the rest of the crew in cardboard boxes, as well as overlooking any missed returns on the quartermaster's docket. Melissa was in a giving mood too and bought a lot of beer, placed it in a bucket of ice and left it there too.
She'd also got a lot of food to celebrate the occasion too, and prepared it with John's help via way of an old friend with a fondness for cornmeal. Allison had also left gifts under the tree with very intricate ribbon wrapping on each gift in strange, almost shibari-like patterns. She got a very strange look from Luca.
Echelon had simply bought programs online and mailed them to everyone's computers and communicators and gave them access to all the latest software for this cycle, by means of jumping through piracy. Though, she had made some attempt to wrap physical presents, 3D printing a tight paper covering on top of them with wood pulp in the machine. Unfortunately the silhouettes of the gifts made them glaringly obvious what they were.
"Merry Yuletide, Phoenix!" Luca said. "Let's share some joy with ourselves before we save the universe. Only natural that we keep our spirits up before we bring hope to those who need it most!"
"Basically throw gifts and vouchers at each other because the season demands it so to stimulate stagnant corporate-driven economies," Vita clarified. "About 80% of their sales come from the Yuletide season, you know."
Luca didn't understand a word of those fancy mathematics and just smiled at her. Kids these days. "Oh you little rascal-" he chuckled.
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From Luca that was immediately obvious, there were gifts for Seiren, Aiesu, Zeta, John, Vita, Reeves, Makari and Enzo. Poorly wrapped, but the feeling was there. Luca felt like giving things he knew they'd like.
From John, everyone received something, but they were packed in the same sort of brown box with their name markered onto the corners and a 'From John'. Oh well, at least he gave.
Melissa's gift was the food and drink. Allison had gotten something for Rebeka, and it looked like clothing rather than anything untoward. She'd also gotten Zeta, Echelon, Shayla, Tani and Melissa wooly sweaters - even though they lived in a tropical climate on Sargasso. She'd 3D printed them with wool donated by her mother.
Echelon had gotten something for Allison, but it had to be 'wrapped' a few times to conceal its true shape, and markered onto it was a warning for "For the sock drawer". It was about a foot long. Echelon had also delivered something to Rebeka, and its shape appeared to be gun like, following in Lewis Pasco traditions that took ages to explain to the Sourcian with Seiren's help.
((Give gifts! Happy holidays! Other plots welcome to share gifts too!))
Whoo, hey, everybody y'all, whoo!
Can you imagine, can you imagine, can you dig?
Can you imagine, can you imagine, can you dig?
Little Anthony and The Imperials - Can You Imagine
(This takes place between Mission 3 and 4. Canon is malleable due to Holiday Fun Time!)
Crimson Kestrel, Hangar
Yuletide season on the ISC Phoenix was the weird one.
Luca had assembled everyone to the cargo bay to look at the hybrid Lewis Pasco and Yuletide tree he'd made. It was a pine tree he'd managed to find somewhere with loaded GP-1 magazines and strings of threaded brass casings hanging off of it in addition to shiny, glittery spheres and candy canes. He was trying to be as inclusive as he could but ended up getting a lukewarm, glurgey and juxtaposedly bizarre looking tree that almost looked like modern art.
Well, they didn't really make trees but he'd wrapped gifts for everyone. His wrapwork was ... easy to spot. It wasn't going to win any awards but it did conceal what his presents were for everyone and it was made with love and passion rather than any modicum of skill.
John had placed all of his gifts to the rest of the crew in cardboard boxes, as well as overlooking any missed returns on the quartermaster's docket. Melissa was in a giving mood too and bought a lot of beer, placed it in a bucket of ice and left it there too.
She'd also got a lot of food to celebrate the occasion too, and prepared it with John's help via way of an old friend with a fondness for cornmeal. Allison had also left gifts under the tree with very intricate ribbon wrapping on each gift in strange, almost shibari-like patterns. She got a very strange look from Luca.
Echelon had simply bought programs online and mailed them to everyone's computers and communicators and gave them access to all the latest software for this cycle, by means of jumping through piracy. Though, she had made some attempt to wrap physical presents, 3D printing a tight paper covering on top of them with wood pulp in the machine. Unfortunately the silhouettes of the gifts made them glaringly obvious what they were.
"Merry Yuletide, Phoenix!" Luca said. "Let's share some joy with ourselves before we save the universe. Only natural that we keep our spirits up before we bring hope to those who need it most!"
"Basically throw gifts and vouchers at each other because the season demands it so to stimulate stagnant corporate-driven economies," Vita clarified. "About 80% of their sales come from the Yuletide season, you know."
Luca didn't understand a word of those fancy mathematics and just smiled at her. Kids these days. "Oh you little rascal-" he chuckled.
-
From Luca that was immediately obvious, there were gifts for Seiren, Aiesu, Zeta, John, Vita, Reeves, Makari and Enzo. Poorly wrapped, but the feeling was there. Luca felt like giving things he knew they'd like.
From John, everyone received something, but they were packed in the same sort of brown box with their name markered onto the corners and a 'From John'. Oh well, at least he gave.
Melissa's gift was the food and drink. Allison had gotten something for Rebeka, and it looked like clothing rather than anything untoward. She'd also gotten Zeta, Echelon, Shayla, Tani and Melissa wooly sweaters - even though they lived in a tropical climate on Sargasso. She'd 3D printed them with wool donated by her mother.
Echelon had gotten something for Allison, but it had to be 'wrapped' a few times to conceal its true shape, and markered onto it was a warning for "For the sock drawer". It was about a foot long. Echelon had also delivered something to Rebeka, and its shape appeared to be gun like, following in Lewis Pasco traditions that took ages to explain to the Sourcian with Seiren's help.
((Give gifts! Happy holidays! Other plots welcome to share gifts too!))