{ 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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[winscenario]

Alright, alright. What's your favorite, then?

[homeostatic]

Hm. ( He's got to think on that, except then he admits, reluctantly, )

Y'know, it's not really much of a Christmas song.

[winscenario]

Well, now you've got me curious. Which one is it?

[homeostatic]

'What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?'

[winscenario]

[ Ah, if only Bones could see his delighted little smile right now. He knows that's the title of the song, but he just can't help himself. ]

Are you asking me?

[homeostatic]

( Did he ever walk right into that one! He'll just hedge a bit. )

I don't have any plans, do you?

[winscenario]

[ That gets a moment of stunned silence from him. It's a good kind of surprised, though, and his voice is softer and devoid of any teasing when he answers. ]

No, I don't have any plans either. I'd like that a lot.

[ So now he's left to wonder if this is a date?? No?? Yes??? Cool, he's totally cool. ]

[homeostatic]

( There's a lot of room to panic in a single moment–and also, questioning that panic; it's not like they haven't spent New Year's Eve together with the crew the last three years. Longer than that, counting Academy exploits, therefore this is totally cool. )

Yeah? Well good, let's make it happen.

( Totally chill, 100%, that's why he's moving right along to: )

It's your turn.

[winscenario]

[ Right! It doesn't mean anything necessarily. Jim is just going to casually pick out his nicest outfit and casually style his hair to perfection and casually panic that he's putting way too much effort into it, get there and there's just a bottle of scotch and two glasses.

It's fine. It'd probably help if he asked but he's absolutely not asking.

But yes, ah. Let's move back to that topic, instead. ]

'All I want for Christmas is you'.

[ ... that did not help. ]

[homeostatic]

( They really ought to have champagne, right? For the sake of tradition. Maybe Viveca will provide it if he asks. For the whole crew, of course.

Hey, he's just gonna pretend they didn't have A Moment and retreat into flippant snark. )

Only if you've been exceptionally good this year. Which version?

[winscenario]

[ They were definitely having A Moment there, and Jim is both disappointed and relieved when Bones moves on from it. Maybe a little more of the former than the latter. He laughs nevertheless. ]

Hey, I'm always exceptionally good. And Mariah Carey, of course.

[homeostatic]

( He 'mhmm's like he doesn't believe Jim, just humoring him and his clearly overinflated ego. Time to besmirch Ms. Carey's pipes while he's at it, and status quo has been achieved once more: )

She's the belter, isn't she? Not really a fan.

[winscenario]

[ Jim gasps like he's actually offended. ]

How dare you! Mariah Carey is fantastic. I should turn down your invitation just for that alone.

[homeostatic]

( Bones almost laughs. )

Now, don't get so excited. If you like caterwaulin' that's fine, Jim, it's just not to my tastes.

[winscenario]

What an ass! [ He laughs loudly, though. ] If you badmouth Beyoncé or Lady Gaga next, our decade-long friendship ends now.

[homeostatic]

( Scoffing, he brashly retorts: )

Please, you wouldn't know what to do without me.

( ...then y'know, time to fess up, ) You'll have to remind me who they are, anyhow. Early-21st century...pop?

[winscenario]

[ Jim chuckles a bit, too amused to hide it. ]

Yes. Mostly, yes. I'll have to show you a few songs, though I'm not sure if they'll be to your liking.

[ Jim's taste in music just tends to be a lot more eclectic, is all. ]

[homeostatic]

Probably not, but I'll try to listen with an open mind. That work?

[winscenario]

Yes. If that fails, I do know of some music that I'm pretty sure you'd like, so we can go with that.

[homeostatic]

Deal.