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[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

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Yup, the first part is right. You can go to a department store or something, and you'll see a guy dressed as Santa there, where you can tell him what you want for Christmas, and get your picture taken with him. But if you want to write a letter, you can give it to him, or take it to the post office, and they'll send it on to the North Pole, to make sure he gets it.

[Like he doesn't know your type, Spock. He grins.] But they don't make lists, they just send the letters to the right guy. Santa Claus is the only one who keeps lists.

[ Give him a moment, that sounds massively inefficient. Santa Claus is a seriously old Terran myth by his own standards; maybe elsewhere, letters are the fastest means of contact. This all sounds so archaic and — ]

Fascinating. [ What does this mean, having a deputy here though!! Nngh. ] Is it permissible to request gifts for other people, and not oneself, for him to use as reference points?

[The idea of Santa Claus has always been old fashioned. Maybe he really is sitting with a couple of laptops, waiting for those emails to start coming in. But who really wants to send an email? There's no feeling in that.]

Of course! I know when I send my letters, they're pretty much all about giving gifts to other people. If you have everything you need, why keep asking, right?

Is he within Keeliai?

[ Real questions that need real answers. ]

My source are giving me a resounding no on that one, but considering who we have here already, it's possible that he could come here at some point!

[Real enough? Yes? No? He's got this.]

[ You have got the thing, sir. ]

Then I request that in the event of his arrival, you ask on my behalf for the peace of mind of my crew and friend. [ Friend, singular. Yes. ] If he requires character references to judge whether I have been good or bad, I will preemptively list them here should you wish it.

[Oh my god, Spock, are you serious? Dick is really torn on this one. It's just so... he's not sure if there are even words on this one. Friend and crew. Okay.]

I've got you covered, don't worry. And no, it's okay, I don't think we need character references or anything. I'll just take your word on it. [He wants to see the list but no, okay.]

Thank you. [ Pausing, satisfied, he elevates a single brow. ] Your beard is still entirely unconvincing.

[ He has to balance out all this probability somehow, he tried. ]

[He has to laugh at that.] You know what, if it was too convincing, I think I'd be worried about people thinking I am a lot older then I really am.

But it would be kind of cool for them to think I just hide it really, really well.

Is that not the desired effect? To appear old and wizened.

[ So contrary, so illogical. ]

Is that how being smart works, the older you look, the smarter you are?

[Well, honest question!]

Generally speaking, the older one is the more time they have had at their disposal to accumulate a wider variety of knowledge.

True, you gain knowledge the more you live your life. But it seems like a catch-22, since the older you get, the more your memory starts to go.

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