Christmas, Cally Style. (Second Floor Common Room, Late Afternoon)

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally, a large sack over her shoulder, plops down onto a couch in the common room. She sets down the tray of cupcakes, for those folks she doesn't have gifts for, and waits happily for folks to wander by. She's really thankful for the internet right now. She's also hoping that her emergency money won't actually be needed for any emergencies for the next... few months.


Anders
Archie
Anakin
Bridge
Krycek
Lee
Cameron
Crichton
Kara
Xander
Vala
Callisto
Aeryn
Marty
Janet
Liz
Rory
The Doctor

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto did not yell out "My Armour!" in glee, but she did hug Cally.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally hugs Callisto back, because hugs come free with every gift. "You're welcome! And thanks so much for the... whoa that's still really big. Where am I gonna put that thing? I'm not so sure it'll fit right. That's... whew. Big."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders, still asleep on Cally's lap, makes a loud sound that, were he awake, could be more easily understood as "OW! OW! GETTING SQUASHED HERE!"

As it is, it comes out more like "Mmmmmmmmmmmmrphguh!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally eek-faces and pulls back from Callisto.

"Oops. Sorry champ. Got a little... oops?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

. . . luckily, Anders is actually still sleeping. Slightly the worse for wear, perhaps, but sleeping anyway.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie, still wearing his silly Santa hat, hears the chatter in the second floor common room and wanders up for a visit.

"Hello, Cally," he says, sketching a brief bow before looking down at the sleeping Anders with no small degree of amusement. "Would I be correct in assuming that this is the Anders you mentioned to me before?"

Being, more or less, a polite young man, he refrains from expressing aloud that he really thinks she could have done better.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally doesn't know what Archie is thinking. But if she could, would point out that ARCHIE is the one who rejected HER.

"Hey. Yep, this is Anders..." She then pulls a couple of (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0618265716/qid=1135023478/sr=8-10/ref=pd_bbs_10/103-2533248-9003068?n=507846&s=books&v=glance) orange packages (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0866119701/qid=1135023711/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/103-2533248-9003068?s=books&v=glance&n=283155) from her bag. "And these are for you!"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie, likewise, doesn't know what Cally is thinking. But if he could, he would still be too polite to point out that he never would have considered two or three rum-influenced kisses to constitute rejection, especially since Cally passed out shortly after that.

This is all a moot point, as he doesn't remember this happening anyhow. And he still doesn't think he can see what she sees in this Anders fellow, who appears to be drooling a little bit in his sleep -- oh, that's charming.

He accepts the presents with a smile. "Many thanks, Cally. I'm afraid I have nothing for you, though; would you hold it terribly amiss if the present was belated?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's totally okay. I'm belating your hug, too, cause I don't want to squash Anders' head again, so... we'll just have to save that for when you do have something." Cally waves and smiles. "Merry Christmas, Archie."

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie feels a bit devious tonight, and less standoffish than usual. "Oh, don't be silly, now. It's the Christmas season."

And with that, he leans forward and gives Cally a hug. "Merry Christmas."

Squashing Anders's head again and giving it a solid knock with the brass spyglass in his coat pocket are both completely and totally unintentional actions. Honestly.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally hugs back, doing her best to not squash Ander's head and break Anders' player's brain. "Hope you enjoy them. I figured they had boats, and you like boats, so it'd be a happy boatload of fun, right?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie chuckles secure in the knowledge that the Anchie-mun's brain is now thoroughly broken. "Yes, I do love boats. And I appreciate it very much. Thank you."

He doesn't mention anything about certain very bad personal associations with mutinies, though.