magicalpadawan: (really; you're serious?)
Margaret (Molly) Katherine Amanda Carpenter ([personal profile] magicalpadawan) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu2013-12-10 10:29 am

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[Today, Molly's sprawled out in a chair near her console. Behind her, a decorated Christmas tree is shimmering, sometimes existing, other times not, colored lights twinkling on the ceiling. It's really only an excuse to practice -- and to get a bit of the Christmas spirit in her, too.]

So, uh, happy turtle birthday to me, I guess. Do I get some sort of prize for being here a year?

[There's a pause, in which some people might be able to make out the faint sounds of Nat King Cole singing 'The Christmas Song', and Molly bites her lip a bit.]

I wasn't in much condition to pay attention last year, but. Christmas. Does anyone do anything for it around here? 'Cause I probably will, if anyone is interested. You might want to stay away if you have a thing about magic, though.
trainwrecked: (We-ell!!)

action!

[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-01-16 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kiss, kiss it is, soft and easy, and then following her inside, heading towards the kitchenette to settle the food he's brought. ]

You know, if you get in touch with people making scented... things here, you could make a killing, letting them reproduce smells from home.

[ Easy, light. But also slightly nostalgic, even from him. Pine. He hasn't smelled pine in a very long time. Pine and snow, and mud. Somehow, even that combination wouldn't be too unwelcome, of a sudden. ]
trainwrecked: (We-ell!!)

[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-01-21 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, it's an idea.

[ He leans closer, kissing her cheek lightly. ]

Have a merry Christmas, you know? We'll make it so.
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[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-01-27 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
That's my girl.
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FTB for some easy pre-Christmas evening, or keep going?

[personal profile] trainwrecked 2014-02-03 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And he gives a grin back, reaching to tip her chin up, stroking the tip with the pat of his thumb. ]

[ Then he leans back. ]

Right! Food! Let's see what Markutte has to offer?