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Of Muppets, and Carols, and Trees
Dec. 7th, 2005 12:30 amFred stood in the center of her apartment and smiled, more than pleased with her efforts. The tree stood in the far corner, lights already strung the the better-than-an-artist, Lorne touch, and they seemed to her to be even brighter than the flames burning in the small fireplace. It wasn't the biggest of trees, especially compared to some of the others from the lot, but it seemed to suit the space, hich came awfully close to suiting her. In fact, maybe it did?
She twisted her wrist lightly from the left to the right, careful of the bandage there as she considered the rest of the room. Fred had burned it a few days before, fresh from loosing her fur, and near lost in bits of paper Lorne had left on her desk from the whole of the weeks. Little pieces of intuition, and flashes of a reading here and there, she had organized them as best she could before tackling them in what appeared to be chronilogical order. It simply wouldn't do to skip someone, or let them go thinking they weren't important. An infestation of small, fist-sized demons should have been easy enough to deal with, at least as far as Fred's thinking had taken her, that is what she had come up with it. All it required was a bit of research, and a mystical equivilant of Raid. But somehow these spells were easier to perform with more than one person, she hadn't been prepared for how the fire had, well...fired. Still, it seemed to be healing just fine, and Fred had been pleased to officially close her first case.
The apartment, glowing under the lights of the tree, was what Fred would rather focus on now. Sam had given her the idea a good ways back, and already A Muppet Christmas Carol was loaded into the DVD player, ready for his arrival, and a bit of singing, no Lorne supplied reading needed. He needed a holiday too, especially after opening Focus up to all the kittens.
The dining table was covered with freshly popped popcorn, kernals cooked in the pot, and bowls of fresh cranberries and thread. Mulled wine simmered in the kitchen, and the coffee table was covered with Fred's last idea. She didn't have a lot of ornaments, which was a strange place for Fred to start. Anything she had so much as put a dab of glue on growing up, her mom had kept. And decorated their tree with. But a bit of printing and a box of Crayola, 64 shades, and Fred had found a way to make this tree just a special.
http://www.scissorcraft.com/images/ornaments/set005.gif
Anyone who wanted to could color them, cut them free, and place them on the tree, along with the other, more traditional ornaments that had already been purchased. Of course there were particular people she intended to encourage to color more than others.
It was simply a good thing to do.
Fred curled up on her couch with a smile, and waited.
((OOC: This is open to anyone and everyone on Fred's friend's list that wants to stop by, she simply wants to share the holiday. At the same time, it IS the holiday, so don't worry about it if you can't. Whatever happens, happens.))
She twisted her wrist lightly from the left to the right, careful of the bandage there as she considered the rest of the room. Fred had burned it a few days before, fresh from loosing her fur, and near lost in bits of paper Lorne had left on her desk from the whole of the weeks. Little pieces of intuition, and flashes of a reading here and there, she had organized them as best she could before tackling them in what appeared to be chronilogical order. It simply wouldn't do to skip someone, or let them go thinking they weren't important. An infestation of small, fist-sized demons should have been easy enough to deal with, at least as far as Fred's thinking had taken her, that is what she had come up with it. All it required was a bit of research, and a mystical equivilant of Raid. But somehow these spells were easier to perform with more than one person, she hadn't been prepared for how the fire had, well...fired. Still, it seemed to be healing just fine, and Fred had been pleased to officially close her first case.
The apartment, glowing under the lights of the tree, was what Fred would rather focus on now. Sam had given her the idea a good ways back, and already A Muppet Christmas Carol was loaded into the DVD player, ready for his arrival, and a bit of singing, no Lorne supplied reading needed. He needed a holiday too, especially after opening Focus up to all the kittens.
The dining table was covered with freshly popped popcorn, kernals cooked in the pot, and bowls of fresh cranberries and thread. Mulled wine simmered in the kitchen, and the coffee table was covered with Fred's last idea. She didn't have a lot of ornaments, which was a strange place for Fred to start. Anything she had so much as put a dab of glue on growing up, her mom had kept. And decorated their tree with. But a bit of printing and a box of Crayola, 64 shades, and Fred had found a way to make this tree just a special.
http://www.scissorcraft.com/images/ornaments/set005.gif
Anyone who wanted to could color them, cut them free, and place them on the tree, along with the other, more traditional ornaments that had already been purchased. Of course there were particular people she intended to encourage to color more than others.
It was simply a good thing to do.
Fred curled up on her couch with a smile, and waited.
((OOC: This is open to anyone and everyone on Fred's friend's list that wants to stop by, she simply wants to share the holiday. At the same time, it IS the holiday, so don't worry about it if you can't. Whatever happens, happens.))
