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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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Nice to meet you, Terry. [Of course he notices someone being upbeat. And he's happy for it, which is why, once again, he is smiling.]

Okay, so no blindfold. How about a plate of cookies? I think we can do a plate of cookies, maybe brownies. Either or.

[Man, seeing Dick Grayson smile just ups the discomfort factor. His face doesn't betray anything to match his thoughts, but to think...]

I'll take that plate of cookies off your hands, if Santa is willing to part with his midnight snack.

[The idea of not smiling, if he ever heard it, would be something that just... wasn't right. Clark's words always stick in his mind.]

Well, my elf here won't let me near most of the cookies? Which means there are more plates of cookies then we know what to do with. But you have to stay at least ten minutes to qualify for it.

Ten minutes. [He repeats to himself, feigning a speculative tone.] Those are minutes I will never have again, but for cookies it'll be worth the sacrifice. Not too crowded over there for one more?

Not too crowded right now. If crowds aren't your think, though, we're going through that flow deal, so it starts to taper out once the big food rushes are over. [Gotta be smart about it!]

And hey, it's just fun to get to know people worth knowing. It'll be fun.

I love crowds, personally. Always more fun. [Being around places with too little people makes him feel awkward, thinking he stands out more rather than blending in.] I'll start coming over then. Get ready to start the clock for me.

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