{ video } | Yule be Home for Christmas - w/ #TeamTARDIS

[attackbrows]

[ The brain video feed turns on, revealing a very charming and handsome young man sitting in front of the camera wearing a pair of sunglasses. Where’d he get those glasses from? Ray-Ban could never!

It looks like he’s sitting in one of the residential rooms that appear to be somewhat polished, save for the packaged meat sitting behind one bed. ]

Well? Come on, then! And maybe don’t look so cross, you know, show them a little holiday spirit! Should we get you the hat? We should get you the hat —

Shut it! I know what I’m doing.

[ An exasperated sigh can be heard to the side that sounds eerily Clara-esque. ]

And what’s all that about?! Why am I the one delivering this? Just get flappy bird to do it! Why can’t we send them an e-mail? Or one of those carrier pigeons?

What pigeons, Doctor?

Hold on a tick — did we get pigeons in our item drop? That’d be brilliant, eh? We’d hardly need these communications devices, oh! Oh, I could show Alina —

No! Now, stop it! You’re distracting yourself.

[ In a few moments, the Doctor (the cute one) is looking off to the side with his eyes slightly squinted. ]

Read. The… Yes! Yes! I know!

[ The Doctor (the incredibly smooth and sexy one) starts sifting through a short stack of index cards in his hands. ]

Hello. This is the Doctor. You know? The incredibly tall and sauve one. Not the old, crinkly man who is currently reading this messa--

[ His eyes immediately shoot up to show his predecessor the meanest of mugs.

There’s an audible “Ow!” heard offscreen, followed by Clara reaching over to grab that first card. You can clearly see the internal struggle the Doctor (the one who is serving Einstein meets Beethoven realness) is going through. Like a child being tasked to wash the dishes or having to kiss their granny. ]

These past few months have been incredibly difficult and tiresome, but I assure you all are doing a brilliant job. This is the part where you give them a thumbs up and a smile.

[ ...Skipping that part. ]

Given that we’ve spent over 500-some odd hours together on this station, me, Clara and the old bat who looks like a grey dusty tumbleweed reading this messa—

[ Tossing that away! ]

—Would like to invite you all to celebrate Christmas with us. For all of my non-Earth friends, it is a special holiday most humans like to spend together. There will be plenty of food and fizzy drinks to go around. There will also be tree-mendous decorations. Stop for laughter. [ … ] I snow hope you will all able to join us.

I love you all from my head to my mistletoe.

[ After all that is read, the Doctor promptly reaches for a brick and clutches it against his chest and lets out a sigh of relief. From somewhere off-camera, there’s a series of claps, maybe applause? Maybe a fly somehow made it onto the station? (No it’s definitely applause, joined with a ‘See that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’) ]

Doctor!

Can I have my crisps now?

[ ooc note: threadhopping is a go!

color key: clara = orange, the doctor (11) = blue, the doctor (12) = purple ]

[ ooc update: You can find the Christmas Party log HERE!!! ]

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[flickerandfade]

I'm not very used to festive gatherings, much less ones for human holidays. I fear I would make for poor company, especially as I can't partake in the refreshments.

[bossily]

You don't need refreshments to celebrate. I promise.

And if you're concerned about being around others, then I could always use some help making some things for the festivities. Maybe it could ease you into the idea of going after seeing how lovely everything is.

[flickerandfade]

It's loveliness will have little bearing on my decision.

[ Why are they all so insistent about including people in their holidays??? ]

[bossily]

At the end of the day, the invitation's there. Come if you like, no stress if you'd rather not. It's only a party.

Is there something from your world you'd rather celebrate instead?

[flickerandfade]

There are few celebrations that I can think of at the moment. It has been a very long time since I've had cause to observe any of them.

[ There's a pause as Megatron searches through his memory banks. It's been a long time. ]

There was Primus' Day, a celebration of the start of a stellar cycle and of the first god of our pantheon, if you were religiously inclined. When I was younger it was mostly an excuse to get together and have a party. Those sparked in creches or on the same day often held celebrations on the anniversary of such events. There was Senate Day, but I don't think it's celebrated any longer, since the senate is long defunct.

[bossily]

[She's just taking notes as he explains all this. Don't mind her.]

So you understand what it is to just want an excuse to get together with everyone here and party. I can get behind absolutely anything celebrating the start of a stellar cycle. Astral things happen to be my favorite.

[Which means guess what?? You're now stuck helping her celebrate Primus' Day with all of the station.]

[flickerandfade]

It is not something I am all that interested in celebrating myself.

[ He is going to Grinch his way right out out of this one, just you watch. ]

[bossily]

Fair enough.

[She seems to drop the subject, only to add on a mysterious:]

What would you say the circumference of your head is?

[flickerandfade]

I couldn't possibly say.

[ This is a lie. ]

[lateness]

[ The Doctor's just gonna perk up at that little comment re: poor company.

(He's had his fair share of dealing with grumps. See: above posts.) ]

Oh? Now why's that?

If it's accommodations you'll need, oh, we can absolutely arrange something, not to worry. Everyone should be able to celebrate Christmas!

[flickerandfade]

Rather that I am unfamiliar with your celebration and see no reason to be included.

[ Other than human obstinance. ]

[ruinously]

Dude, don't be a Grinch. Come to the Christmas party. I'll have something for you.

[flickerandfade]

A what? I'm certain you can give me whatever it is elsewhere.

[ruinously]

Grinch. Mister Snow Miser. Anti-Christmas and fun.

C'mon, you'll enjoy yourself.

[flickerandfade]

I am not anti-fun or anti-Christmas in principle but I'm starting to think I should be.

What makes it enjoyable?

[ruinously]

Well.

[ Smartass comments come to mind, because that's who he is, but instead what comes out-- ]

It's about family, I think. When I was a kid, we'd...spend half the night waiting for our Dad to show up, and he almost never did. So I'd do what I could to make it fun. Tell him stories, make him his favorite pasta - macaroni. It's all we had sometimes, so I had to get creative. Put marshmallows in it once, it was disgusting, but he loved it. Thought it was exotic.

I never had much of a Christmas, but I tried to make sure he did. Guess I'm trying to make up for lost time or something, but I dunno. Maybe my 'cheer' is a little over the top.

[flickerandfade]

[ A number of these words don't mean a thing to Megatron. Marshmallow. Pasta. Macaroni. But on the other hand, the clear emotion this seems to evoke in Nightmoves is obvious. ]

I see.

[ He thinks about his life with the other miners, the way they would do their best to keep each other's spirits up even when things were hard, chipping in on a bottle of engex for special occasions. The laughter and company of those you called friends or family. ]

I think I understand. Thank you, Nightmoves.

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[aurable]

You'll have to forgive Megatron. It's not the logistics of the celebration that's the issue— he's what you might call a bit of a Grinch

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[flickerandfade]

How do you know what that word means? It doesn't even sound like a real word.

[aurable]

What, you're honestly surprised I picked up a thing or two on human culture?

[flickerandfade]

I'm just surprised you took the time to remember it.

I certainly didn't. Unless you count whatever lodged in my head from Swerve's constant chatter.

[aurable]

They play the Grinch every year on a twenty-four hour loop.

Not humans.

Swerve.

And not even this time of year. Never knew why.

[flickerandfade]

Who knows why Swerve does anything he does, really?

[attackbrows]

Well, that is simply...offensive. A non-humanoid unable to partake in evening spaghetti? That’s even more regretti for me.

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[flickerandfade]

Spaghetti? I'm afraid I don't understand.

[ NONE OF YOU MAKE SENSE. ]

Is this a human cultural reference?