5th Floor Common Room, Christmas Eve

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was practically humming as she skipped into the common room, arms laden down with supplies. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite night of the entire year, and she was determined to enjoy it.

She put her favorite Christmas movie on the television, and then set about making herself a large pot of real hot chocolate, with heavy cream and cinnamon, just like Felicia used to make for her. It was one of the few things Emma could cook using a stove, and she enjoyed it.

...Felicia had never added just a biiiit of alcohol, but some traditions were meant to be changed.

But for now she had a blanket, a movie, and her coco, and there was more simmering slowly on the stove if anyone else wanted some. In the spirit of the holiday, Emma might even share...if she liked you.

No one said she was on Santa's 'Nice' list, after all.

[Open CR is open, yup! Christmas Orphans come one, come all...]

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[furnaceface]

The dorms were quiet.

Too quiet. Even for Jono, who, against what he liked to consider his better judgment, had finally gotten fed up with hanging around in his room alone, and had decided to seek out company. Someone. Anyone, please.

This had brought him up to the fifth floor, where he'd gotten about four steps into the common room upon noticing that there was something playing on the telly, and then he realized who it was who was in there. Well. He had to do this sooner or later. No sense balking, really, was there?

//Evening, Emma.// A pause. This wasn't as awkward as he'd expected it might be, and so he was going to push onward, now. //Merry Christmas.//

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Drinking in his room had gotten fairly boring so Alex went to find somewhere else to drink. Of course, he'd gotten through a few beers already so there was a mild buzz going on but he was a nice drunk.

And being drunk meant he could dampen down on any worry or other thought that might be banging around his head. Bothering Emma was a completely good distraction. Alex was sure of that.

"Having an early night?" he asked, slipping in and glancing at the television as he did.

[icecoldfrost]

"Happy Christmas Eve, darling," Emma answered, raising her mug in a salute. "Come out of our cave then, have we?"

Emma didn't believe in having an elephant in the room, unless she got to poke it.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Christmas eve, and it was one of those nights where, antisocial as Effy could be sometimes, she'd prefer to be around people. Anyone asked why she was a few floors out of her way, it was because she was bored, that was all... It might be true to say there was a smidgen of homesickness of a kind in there, not that you'd find her actually admitting to that.

She paused briefly in the doorway to watch the screen and take in who was in the room before she actually moved further in. "What you watching?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't feel like going into town," she admitted, patting the couch beside her. "And I don't like drinking alone on Christmas Eve. Care to join me?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Wildcat in Snow," Emma replied, looking up at the new arrival as her player made up a meta. "I have an odd fondness for families during the Christmas season."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is the movie boring?" he asked, slipping onto the couch beside her and stretching his legs out. "I'll be liable to fall asleep and give you a warm pillow."

[furnaceface]

//It was beginning to smell in there,// Jono shared. Because... Well. It was. He'd left the window open to air it out. It smelled like him. //Had to surface eventually, if not for th'company, then at least to stretch my legs.//

He glanced toward the TV, and took a moment to look vaguely pleased. Hepburn. Hopkins. Yes.

[glacial_queen]

Fortunately, Karla was amongst those liked, so she felt very little compunction about grabbing a mug.

"Ooooh, real hot cocoa," she said, sniffing appreciatively. "Not that fake stuff in little packets. Emma, you can spare some for one little Karla, can't you?"

One little Karla who could out-eat a regiment. And who might already be quietly ladling some into her mug.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Funny," Effy remarked, quirking a slight bit of a smile. "About the time most people's family drives them crazy." Hers included. At the moment, probably worse than ever. For the best that she was staying here, she told herself.

[icecoldfrost]

"Depends on your version of boring, I suppose," she mused. "Politics, back-stabbing, and a Christmas eve filled with loathing. I decided since I couldn't go home this year, I'd bring home to me. But if you insist on being a warm pillow, I won't argue."

[icecoldfrost]

"This film is oddly reminiscent of most family gatherings in the Frost clan, and since I am not crazy enough to go home for the holiday, I decided to remind myself why I'm glad to be gone," Emma replied cheerfully. "I don't mind being a Christmas Eve orphan so long as I don't have to tolerate my sisters."

[icecoldfrost]

"Well, I'm not much for leg-stretching tonight, but you're welcome to the company," Emma replied, taking in his approval. "I take it you like my movie selection?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Darling, if I had enough for 'one little Karla', I'd be able to feed the dorms," Emma pointed out dryly. "But yes, do help yourself."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

At the description of the movie, Alex showed what he thought by closing his eyes and faking sleep by snoring loudly.

Sounded like a snoozer to him but, then again, he was a boy.

[furnaceface]

//I've got a soft-spot for classics,// Jono noted, nodding at the television. For classics, and for British actors. Hello, Anthony Hopkins. //Though I haven't actually seen this one through, yet. May I sit down?//

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Just replace 'sisters' with 'parents' and that sort of philosophy fitted for Effy rather nicely too, and she smirked. "Interesting way of looking at it," she noted as she sat in a nearby chair.

"Guess it's got to be a half-decent movie for you to be watching?" she hoped, since she was sitting down and all. Emma somehow didn't seem the type to settle for crap, in any area.

[icecoldfrost]

"It's actually all about sex," she laughed, poking at him. "Sex and power, and who's screwing who, only set in medieval times. You might actually like it."

Still, Emma wouldn't argue with using him as a pillow. A cute, comfy pillow, even, because she could.

[icecoldfrost]

"Free common room," she answered neutrally as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you going to go tattling that I spiked the drinks?"

[furnaceface]

//I wouldn't have noticed if yer hadn't mentioned it.// He glanced at her for a moment, and then deposited his behind into a seat nearby. //And if I had noticed, it'd be because I'd be drinking it, too.//

Honestly, now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Are you just saying that to get me to wake up?" he asked, opening his eyes some and trying to swat her hands away from poking him. "Because I don't want to watch a movie about old people arguing about politics."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma didn't even want to think about her parents. Winston was a league of his own.

"Ever seen it?" she asked, nodding at the screen. "It's got some truly great actors in it, and the story is pretty good. I admit a bias towards the classics, but quality is quality."

[icecoldfrost]

"The king is nailing his son's fiance," she replied cheerfully. "It's wonderfully scandalous."

He wasn't going to stop her from poking, no. Not without a fight.

[icecoldfrost]

"Had to check," she pointed out simply. He'd already ratted her out to Jeannie once, being paranoid was her right. "Although if you want to share my tipsy high, let me know."

Drunk via telepathic contact. It could be fun!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Dirty old man," he said, reaching to grasp her wrist with slightly clumsy hands. "Why are you poking me? I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me."