Oh ho, the mistletoe, hung where you can see~

[succubestie]

♬ Have a Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives

WHO || Bo and Andrew Dennis-Gatewood and literally everyone else.
WHAT || Bo and Andrew got married. It's Christmas. Let's get drunk and be merry. :D
WHERE || Castle Ballroom, London
WHEN || Christmas Eve - Late Evening
HOW || Whatever's clever. Probably spammy.

To make up for the fact that a certain couple eloped the night before the Battle for Andres, Bo and Andrew decided to make sure to have a party that would certainly make up for it. There's decorations galore, including a massive Christmas Tree with plenty of room for presents in case anyone wants to exchange gifts mid-party, plenty of tasty snacks to pick at, and more booze than can probably be consumed by the people in attendance, though no doubt they'll certainly try.

Oh, and there's mistletoe everywhere. A certain succubus wouldn't be happy if there wasn't plenty of kissing going on.

Try not to have too much fun, though. You wouldn't want to be too hungover on Christmas morning, would you? Or you could just do what Bo and Andrew are going to do and sleep in til noon. ;)

Comments

[ideamachine]

Oh, just smashing, really! Really beats sitting on a table all day, this whole mobility gig, doesn't it?

[olreliable]

Do you like it? I wondered if it might be sort of... degrading? But you're doing a great job!

[ideamachine]

Degrading? Oh no! I just live for the thrill of robotic servitude to my fleshy, vulnerable creators. Naturally.

[olreliable]

You don't have to be so... [She makes a face.] We could have just left you in the lab and not let you out, you know.

[ideamachine]

Perhaps my sarcasm circuits are crossed with my gratitude circuits.

[olreliable]

I can try to fix it?

[ideamachine]

Oh, thank you. From the bottom of my inhibitor chip.

[olreliable]

[Tries to sense motive. Gets a 10. Robots are confusing.]

O...kay well, I'm okay with poking around now, if you want.

[ideamachine]

Can't you see I'm working here? This is hardly the place to go exposing all my personal bits.

[olreliable]

I promise it will all be totally safe for work. I just want to take a peek!

[ideamachine]

Ohhhhh. Fine. But just one peek!

[olreliable]

[She crouches down and starts to fiddle. Computer use 25 to have a look around?]

[ideamachine]

Ooo, that tickles! [ he giggles girlishly as willow confirms that zero seems to have put certain modifications on him that are meant to keep him from... going crazy... basically... ]

[olreliable]

Huh... [Well, she doesn't want to screw any of that up.] Everything in here looks good to me.

[ideamachine]

Hmmm. Well. Odd, that. Everything feels a bit funny, really. Is this what being drunk feels like?

[olreliable]

Maybe you're just not used to everything being in...super good working order?

[ideamachine]

That... seems... impossible.

[olreliable]

If you aren't used to it, how would you ever know?

[ideamachine]

Well, I--I-- I wouldn't! Now, would I! But that doesn't mean I don't know... what I do know!

[olreliable]

Lots of stuff, probably. You're just... adjusting. It's totally normal.

[ideamachine]

Well, if I'm so normal, could I do THIS? [ and he starts... doing wheelies across the room wildly. bye willow... ]