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nightlogs2023-12-01 11:05 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in nightlogs2023-12-01 11:05 pm
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Christmas, Christmas time is near
Who: Dan, Bunny and you!
What: Dan celebrates Bunny’s favorite holiday of all. The best one. The greatest season.
Where: All over the Pole.
When: After the Halloween plot.
Warnings/Notes: None yet.
I. Time for Toys and Time for Cheer
Bunny tunnels into the Pole and cringes at the Christmas intensity of the assault on his senses. The Pole is always a lot, but this close to the actual day the noise is louder, the hustle is faster, the smells are more intense, and goodness they do this every year? He dodges yetis on his way to checking in with Jack before conducting his rounds through the new Guardians he hasn’t had time to check on in a while.
“Can you believe they do this every year?” Bunny mutters, dodging yet one more Yeti with arms stacked almost too full of toys to see over.
II. No, That’s Enough, Let’s Not Overdo It
As a sort of retribution for being left to his own devices at the Pole, Dan’s decided that he’s going to be extremely annoying this Christmas, and that keeps him motivated and peppy through the darker part of the year in an already dark and cold part of the world.
He can’t help it that Bunny makes it easy to find a ‘bit’ and just dig in. He can’t help it that Bunny makes it so entertaining. That’s why he spends a few hours a day for a week working on hand-embroidering a sweater that manages to thread that needle between legitimately well-made and unwearably tacky. He spares no thread, no sequins, no glitter. The final result is a labor-intensive catastrophe of needlework snowflakes, woven tinsel, fluffy pom-poms dangling from the sleeves and the centerpiece, a patchwork image of Bunny himself wearing a Santa outfit.
Bunny won’t wear it, naturally, which means Dan has decided to rally by going up to anyone at the Pole who doesn’t appear busy and pushing the sweater into their hands. “Can you make my husband wear this? He’s hurting my feelings.”
III. Yeah, Why Can’t We Sing It Again?
“Come on, honey, You got such a beautiful voice. Don’t leave me hanging.”
Dan’s dragging Bunny by the paw room to room, grinning ear to ear, wearing a Christmas sweater with actual blinking lights and felt reindeer antlers on a headband. The more Bunny acts like a stick in the mud, the more Dan amps up the obnoxious holiday cheer, and right now, that means caroling.
Dan doesn’t give anyone an opportunity to object when they open their door. He did, being considerate, bring gifts for each person he stops by with, either something hand-made and intricate for people he knows (coats, wooden puzzle-boxes, a quilt) or cute and useful (a drink cozy, a festive handtowel, warm socks) for those he doesn’t, all wrapped.
It’s a little apology for subjecting them to his rendition of “O Holy Night”, which he starts in on immediately upon the door opening.
What: Dan celebrates Bunny’s favorite holiday of all. The best one. The greatest season.
Where: All over the Pole.
When: After the Halloween plot.
Warnings/Notes: None yet.
I. Time for Toys and Time for Cheer
Bunny tunnels into the Pole and cringes at the Christmas intensity of the assault on his senses. The Pole is always a lot, but this close to the actual day the noise is louder, the hustle is faster, the smells are more intense, and goodness they do this every year? He dodges yetis on his way to checking in with Jack before conducting his rounds through the new Guardians he hasn’t had time to check on in a while.
“Can you believe they do this every year?” Bunny mutters, dodging yet one more Yeti with arms stacked almost too full of toys to see over.
II. No, That’s Enough, Let’s Not Overdo It
As a sort of retribution for being left to his own devices at the Pole, Dan’s decided that he’s going to be extremely annoying this Christmas, and that keeps him motivated and peppy through the darker part of the year in an already dark and cold part of the world.
He can’t help it that Bunny makes it easy to find a ‘bit’ and just dig in. He can’t help it that Bunny makes it so entertaining. That’s why he spends a few hours a day for a week working on hand-embroidering a sweater that manages to thread that needle between legitimately well-made and unwearably tacky. He spares no thread, no sequins, no glitter. The final result is a labor-intensive catastrophe of needlework snowflakes, woven tinsel, fluffy pom-poms dangling from the sleeves and the centerpiece, a patchwork image of Bunny himself wearing a Santa outfit.
Bunny won’t wear it, naturally, which means Dan has decided to rally by going up to anyone at the Pole who doesn’t appear busy and pushing the sweater into their hands. “Can you make my husband wear this? He’s hurting my feelings.”
III. Yeah, Why Can’t We Sing It Again?
“Come on, honey, You got such a beautiful voice. Don’t leave me hanging.”
Dan’s dragging Bunny by the paw room to room, grinning ear to ear, wearing a Christmas sweater with actual blinking lights and felt reindeer antlers on a headband. The more Bunny acts like a stick in the mud, the more Dan amps up the obnoxious holiday cheer, and right now, that means caroling.
Dan doesn’t give anyone an opportunity to object when they open their door. He did, being considerate, bring gifts for each person he stops by with, either something hand-made and intricate for people he knows (coats, wooden puzzle-boxes, a quilt) or cute and useful (a drink cozy, a festive handtowel, warm socks) for those he doesn’t, all wrapped.
It’s a little apology for subjecting them to his rendition of “O Holy Night”, which he starts in on immediately upon the door opening.
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(It may be hard to get anyone else on board with gifts like "devices that make it easier to stitch yourself up". Tim is going to pick more traditionally appropriate gifts this year. Anything else would seem gauche in this location).
"Do you need a hand?" He's already reaching to relieve Dan of a few parcels because it's obvious the answer is yes. They may not be particularly close, but it can't be comfortable to get scruffed by a yeti. "And yes, it was a onetime only thing due to extreme and unforeseen circumstances, and it was probably made worse by the fact that we could only do it about 72 hours a week."
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He figured the color scheme would be inoffensive to Tim. "Tell me, does your North also have the tattoos and the swords?"
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Tim is used to the more traditional stereotypes, but with a few curveballs. "Beloved immortal, sleigh, reindeer, elven commune, AKA Nikolaus, AKA Ni'Klaus. Rumored to have fought Lobo, confirmed to have beaten Mordrek, possible resurrection ability, never been caught on radar. I'd believe he had tattoos and swords."
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"Let me guess, tacky in every incarnation as well?" he jokes to Tim of this alternate North, before turning his head towards his summons. "Sorry to gift and dash, but you know what the times are. Dan, make sure he's taken care of?" he asks, hoping that's not too much to ask, but not having time to check before he lopes off.
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So he shrugs and scoots some of the boxes Bunny put down out of the thoroughfare with his foot, shrugging and smiling at Tim. "I don't know, you need taking care of? You got enough warm clothing? Tailoring and sewing seems to be my best value add around here with all the other myths all powered up."
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"I don't think I've needed taking care of since I was 17. And I keep getting ambushed by elves or brothers bearing sweaters and flannel. Unless you can find a way to make doll clothes actually warm, in which case I'm listening." He still gets stuck at G.I. Joe size for hours to days, although it's only about once a week now. Baby steps (groan).
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He's at a strange sort of equilibrium with Tim. Dan's inclination is to see Tim as a child, the same way he sees the other teens and early twenty-somethings here, but he's also been thoroughly disabused of actually treating any of them as children when they're actually peers. Tim, at least, has family members and pre-existing friends here with him, and the combination of that and the fact that Dan's run his mouth about the professional decisions of said family has done a decent job of dampening Dan's impulses to hover and meddle.
So that leaves Dan with where he's been, feeling the sort of phantom pain of having buried so many teens, of grieving his own daughter, and surrounded by all these Schrodinger's children who have more life experience crammed into their meager years than most adults on their deathbeds, these kids who are simultaneously kids in need of nurturing and cosseting and protection and not-kids who neither need nor want any of that, even and maybe especially from him.
"But I actually do know how to make warmed-up doll clothes. I been sewing them up for Branch. Used to occasionally throw them together for pixies and fae and cheshire kittens and the like back home for winter." Dan digs through some of the gifts and pulls out a gift bag full of Branch-sized puffer coats. "Shredded down. That's the secret."
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But that only highlights how stilted it feels. Which is also fine, Tim doesn't need everyone to like him, as long as they can work together.
"Huh." Tim leans in for a better look at them. He can't sew - well, he can stitch, so that covers the mechanics but not the design. "Do you think I could borrow one to scan it?"
Yes, scan it. He doesn't want to presume Dan or the yetis would be willing to make it, so the current plan is a high precision robotic sewing machine - which he has no idea how to build, but intends to work backwards from the end product.
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He shrugs and holds out some of the puffer coats and accompanying pants. "What do you mean by scan it? I can throw a few together for you. You'd be doing me a favor. I spend most of the winter frantically trying to stay busy to avoid getting the blues."
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He shrugs. "So what I'm saying is... it's not on you. And I meant that I could run some tests to get the dimensions and see about finding a way to replicate it. I didn't want to put anyone out."
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Dan's spent his whole life trying to avoid forming attachments to people. He loves people, but he's terrified of never seeing them again for reasons beyond his control, so he tries to ensure that he never sees them again by his own power, on his own terms. He finds that difficult to explain to people because it's so intuitive to him. He can't articulate in words what expresses itself in actions.
"You wouldn't might be putting me out, giving me something to do. But if you might would prefer to do it with your tech I won't be insulted." He knows what it's like to want to do things himself rather than delegate it out to someone else, even if it would be simpler. Dan's noticed that the powers that be tend to select people who have an impulse to be self-sufficient, probably because just about everyone here comes from an unstable life full of abandonment or death, and he wouldn't be shocked if Tim were the same way.
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Tim might be reluctant to impose, but if Dan’s going keep reassuring him, he’s not going to demure. “It wasn’t high on the training schedule. Somewhere below German and flying a helicopter.”
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"German's on my list. Once I got my Cantonese down, it's next. Not to brag or nothing, but I'm up to six languages, thanks to Cammie helping me nail British Sign Language." He takes the tiny outfit back and considers how he would need to change the proportions to fit a tiny human, instead of a bobble-headed troll. "What cause you got for German, in particular?"