The Lobby - Santa Kawalsky is in da house

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

The lobby looked different. There was fake snow and fake trees and a little picket fence and fake reindeer. There was also a big throne-like chair in the center of it all. A sack of small random gifts was off to the side.

The throne was occupied. There sat a big, somewhat jolly fellow in a Santa costume.

Santa Kawalsky was in. He would wander around and harass people later, but for now he sat, waiting to see if anyone wanted to visit Santa, even if only for a laugh.

"HO HO HO!" he bellowed.


[OOC: Santa Kawalsky will be visiting random dorm threads (town ones on request), if there are any today, but for now he's in the one spot so come visit if you want to! Now by slow-play as I'm off being forced to socialize.]

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto stumbled down into the lobby.

She may have been both a little hungover and a little drunk.

"Kawalsky?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas Callisto!"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto felt very glad there was a bottle of tequila waiting back in her room for her. "Gremlin bite?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Nah. 100% genuine Kawalsky embarrassing behavior. No convenient gremlin excuse. Part of the Christmas tradition where I come from is to sit on the lap of some guy dressed up as Santa and tell him what you want for the next year."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Yep, that tequila was looking mighty good. "So lemme get this striaght, you want me to sit on your lap and tell what I want for Solstice?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky grinned from behind his beard and nodded. "It's meant to be very cathartic. Better than singing even."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Charlie, leaving aside the fact that if I were so sit in some guy's lap and them him what I wanted for Solstice you probably wouldn't be that guy, you're not the least bit worried about Liz finding out you're asking other girls to do this?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Not so much. It sounds weird out loud, but it makes more sense when you just chalk it up to 'weird holiday tradition'."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"But what's the point? I mean, it's not like you're just going to go out and get what I ask for." Callisto was not entertaining the thought of asking for a gift-wrapped Angel to be delivered to her room. At all.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Hey, if I can get it, I will. But otherwise? It's more of a 'getting to express your feelings' thing."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"If you can get it..." Were Callisto sober, she wouldn't lean over to whisper in Kawalsky's ear. Even if she were to do that, what she whispered wouldn't have contained the words "Angel", "half-naked", "tied up with ribbons" or "my room", at least not in the same sentence.

And she definitely wouldn't have told him how to get past the traps, or tried to give him her spare keys.

Unfortunately for Callisto, she wasn't sober, and did in fact do just that.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

It was all Kawalsky could do to prevent himself from laughing. Once Callisto was close enough, he could smell the booze. And what she'd told him? Well, he was too much of a nice guy to use it against her when she was sober, buuuut.. he was also in for a good scheme.

He pocketed the spare keys. "I'll see what I can do," Kawalsky whispered back. He handed Callisto a candy cane. "Here, have a candy cane."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Charlie," Callisto grinned, then started chewing on the candy cane. "See you around, Santa K!"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Bye Callisto. Merry Happy late Solstice thing."