Decking the Halls and All That Jazz

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The Justice League Watchtower has a highly sophisticated comm system that can send messages to individuals, to separate rooms, to separate floors or to the whole place. Right now, the entire system is activated. An emergency? Not quite. There is holiday music being played, from Vince Guaraldi to Nat King Cole to Ella Fitzgerald, classics all. And in the dining hall, a towering spruce tree has been erected. Atop a ladder, a young man sings along with the music as he carefully feels his way along the tree to hang lights. His usual attire of slacks and a neatly pressed shirt has been exchanged for jeans and a sweater with a red-nosed reindeer knitted into the fabric. Looks handmade, too.

Across a table near the front are at least eight pies of different sorts: fruit, chocolate, pumpkin, chess. Homemade, from the looks of it. A basket nearby seems to be brimming with cookies, too, and beside that basket are a few hot beverage dispensers labeled cocoa and mulled cider.

Someone is bringing the holiday spirit to the Watchtower.

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[7-seas-czar.livejournal.com]

There is at least one less cookie in the basket after Arthur has passed. And he makes sure to pass it again, the mulled cider getting his attention. It isn't really his holiday but he'll certainly appreciate the benefits of it all.

[anaturalgreen.livejournal.com]

A green hand snakes around him to snag a cookie from the basket.

"Oh, these are fantastic." Her mouth is full of sugar cookie, and she waves a frosted snowman missing its top hat at him.

"Merry Christmas, sir!"

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The guy on the ladder tilts his head a moment before resuming stringing the lights, saying cheerfully, "Hey, Kermit! Happy Holidays! Who's that with you? Someone really quiet."

[anaturalgreen.livejournal.com]

She's a little intimidated by the quiet man, but Jennie is nothing if not willing to cover that up.

Even if it might be a little inappropriate.

"Hey there handsome! I've got Aquaman here bein' all broody and quiet. Kinda like Batman, really."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"JINGLE BELLS!
BATMAN SMELLS!
ROBIN LAID AN EGG!"

Yes, the jolly croon of Eel O'Brien has made the scene, his fist hammered down on the 'cider' beverage option.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_kip_/]

The grin that Kip habitually wears spreads all the wider at the sound of that voice. "Stretch Armstrong! How's it going, sir? Season's Greetings and all that."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Yo ho ho and about forty bottles of rum, my good man!" is Plastic Man's response. "What's shakin' 'round this neck o' the woods?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_kip_/]

"Christmas cheer, sir, Christmas cheer. I was told that the first urn of cider might have a little Captain Morgan's in it." The young man is happy. He just...is.

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

ambles up to Plaz and shoves a present into his hands.

The package contains a gift certificate to ITunes for a hefty amount. Guy couldn't figure out what nutty putty would really want...that he could present amid a bunch of crime fighters..so he went for the gift certificate option.

[azure-avenger.livejournal.com]

Whistling a merry holiday tune, Beetle makes his way to the dining hall with an armful of presents for various people - distributing them under the tree before moving to take a look at the assembled foodstuff.

[lady-shazam.livejournal.com]

Mary Marvel skips into the dining hall, a basket of homemade goodies of her own in hand.

"Merry Christmas!" she gives Beetle a wave.

[azure-avenger.livejournal.com]

"Howdy-do, Miss Marvel. Or maybe I should call you Mary, to avoid trademark trouble? What has it gots in its basketses?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_kip_/]

"Hey, Merry Christmas, sir! Ma'am! Help yourself to some snacks and pick out an ornament to put on the tree, soon as I finish putting this last string of lights on the tree." For a blind guy, Kip is hanging them pretty straight, too. Must be placing them by touch?

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

ambles up to Ted and pushes a package into his hands.

What do you get a well off super inventor? Guy cheated and shopped off planet. The package contains a set of alien cyber-technology tools. The typical star ship maintenance engineer is never found without a set like these. Guy has no idea if he hit the mark here, but at the very least Ted can cannibalize them for parts. It's the thought, right?

Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might Fear My Power, Green Santa's Light!

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

Thankfully some forethought occurred, so the Watchtower’s proximity alarms do not start up to kill the mood. The sound of reindeer feet however does resound upon the rooftop of the Watchtower…or whatever serves as a ‘roof’ on the lunar complex.

The exaggerated sound of tromping feet marches through the tower and ends when the doors to the dinning hall opens. Dressed up in the red black and white of Santa Claus, minus the hair and beard, stands Guy Gardner. An emerald bag of outrageous proportions is slung over his shoulder and behind him, several chimpanzees dressed up as elves are helping to support the sack filled with garishly wrapped presents.

"Merry Christmas ya punks!" He hails cheerily.

Re: Let Those Who Worship Evil's Might Fear My Power, Green Santa's Light!

[toraolafsdotter.livejournal.com]

From behind him pops Tora, dressed in a short red velvet outfit trimmed in white fur, complete with black boots and a jaunty Santa hat.

"We brought presents for everyone!"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_kip_/]

"'Merry Christmas, ya punks,'" repeats Kip pensively. "Sounds like...hrm...Batman?"

[guy-lantern.livejournal.com]

"Daaayum Stevie Wonder! Why ya gotta do me like that??" quips back the cheery lantern.

An elf rummages through the bag and produces a present wrapped in all kinds of materiel that it odd and intriguing to the touch. Gotta wrap for your audience, plus input from Tora and a visit to San Francisco's 'Exploratorium' will give you all kinds of ideas for alternative wrappings.

Guy pushes the gift into Kip's hands and claps him on the back.

"Merry Ex-Mass buddy!"

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

The music has finally drawn Diana down to the dining room, and she pauses a moment at the doorway to survey the decorations and glittering lights. Opting for her civilian gear, she's dressed in well-worn jeans and a comfortable sweater, her hair pulled back in a loose knot.

She makes a beeline for Kip, as one must greet the host first. And a hug would not go amiss right now.

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He may be blind, his eyes scarred irrevocably by the lunacy of the Joker's acid assault, but he knows the sound, the scent of that approach. She is his princess; he knows. Still grinning but in a softer way, Kip holds a hand in her direction and murmurs, "Merry Christmas, Princess."

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

His hand is taken and then he is pulled into a hug, Diana holding him close.

"Merry Christmas, dear friend. This is all so lovely."

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The hug is returned warmly, and then Kip kisses the side of her head. He treats everyone on the Watchtower well, but something about Wonder Woman... "Wasn't anything...and I had lots of help. You okay?"

[king-marvel.livejournal.com]

Diana's met by an un-assuming teen, who takes a deep breath and then introduces himself.

"Hi. I'm...er, I mean greetings your highness. And Happ...Feliz...Merry Christmas. I'm..." He gulps, finally getting a full view of the goddess in front of him.

"...Merry Christmas." He leans, balancing himself against one of the chairs and offering a shaking gift box.

[spirit-of-truth.livejournal.com]

This was not the first she'd got that reaction from someone. Coming from this one, though, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Call me Diana, Freddy. And..." She reaches out to take the gift box from his shaking hand. "Merry Christmas to you as well."

A quiet moment later

[toraolafsdotter.livejournal.com]

Santa Lantern is approached by his Elf, who tiptoes up to him and tugs lightly on his sleeve.

"I don't suppose Santa would like to find out what he's getting for Christmas this year?" Her cap is set at a slightly jaunty angle, and glitter is liberally scattered over her hair and skin, glinting in the light.