Christmas Party~

[precursor_dax]

Characters: EVERYONE!!!
When: Dec. 24th(evening) - 25th(all day)
Where: The Eco Barrel(Daxter's club)
Rating: PG(may go up)
Summary: Daxter promised a Christmas party. Here it is~

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[precursor_dax]

"Ya sure yer 'spored ta be outta intensive care for my party."

Daxter hopped onto the counter and helped himself to some nuts. "I mean it's great yer here an' all, but damn! You look like you were hit by the subway."

[hasstandards]

RED flinched as someone commented on his condition, but it took him a moment to find the source of the voice. He'd expected someone standing near him, a person he hadn't noticed due to the building headache or general lethargy that was coursing through him; however, there was no one around, save for a small creature that had appeared on the counter.

A small creature with goggles. And pants. His mind put it together. Fantastic- another talking animal, this one even more animal-like than the last.

One with a smart lip, too. "It wasn't my idea to be here in the first place."

[precursor_dax]

Smart remarks were Daxter's forte. He was quite content in his new pants and in good spirits that the party was going well.

"Can't have been too against comin' since it can't be that easy ta be smuggled out in a wheelchair," he commented, fishing through bowl bowl for the ones he wanted.

[hasstandards]

A snort escaped him; he pushed a pretzel into his mouth, holding it in his teeth as he spoke. "I didn't have to be smuggled out. The nurses apparently trust the sheila who dragged me here to just do whatever she bloody pleases with me."

[precursor_dax]

"Well I'm all for a girl takin' me out ta party, but ain't that bad doctoring ta let that happen?"

[hasstandards]

The pretzel in RED's teeth snapped in half as his jaw clenched, teeth grinding it to a breaking point. "You'd think so, but apparently, her visiting me every day has given them the wrong impression about us."

[precursor_dax]

"Huh, pretty unlucky then. Ya sure she doesn't have the wrong idea too?"

Daxter was making a mental note to definitely not wind up in the hospital.

[hasstandards]

"No, she has an even worse impression." Sniper's tone soured as he watched Pyro from across the room, her conversation with Medic interrupted by her laughter. "She thinks I'm her pet."

[precursor_dax]

There's a halfway amused snort as Daxter couldn't shake the image of this girl leading the Sniper on a leash. "Least yer not stuck with the look pal Ya could be short fuzzy an' constantly on the menu too."

[hasstandards]

"I s'ppose I can count that as my good fortune, however minor it is." Another pretzel went into his teeth, his expression unchanging- truthfully, he didn't consider being stuck in a wheelchair at a party he didn't want to attend when he was in poor condition with no weapons as being much better, especially when he considered who he'd have to put up with in order to get back to the hospital. That was granted she didn't do something ridiculous like forget him.

"And just what are you supposed to be?" he asked tactlessly, his standard of politeness forgotten when it came to talking animals.

[precursor_dax]

No surprise forthcoming. Sniper's question is not new here. "An Ottsel's what I am. Not what I'm 'sposed ta be though," he said offhandedly, munching on a few chips.

[hasstandards]

"An Ottsel." Sniper's repetition was laced with disbelief as he questioned what an ottsel was, other than 'something that sounds ridiculous and probably shouldn't bloody exist. Talking animal nonsense.'

He kept his thoughts to himself. "Alright. What are you really supposed to be, then?"

[precursor_dax]

Apparently oblivious to the way the RED repeated the word, Daxter gestured vaguely with a hand. It wasn't like he had a way to clarify what an Ottsel was, and saying they made the universe...while true, likely would not go over well. "Used ta be a human a few years back," he said.

[hasstandards]

"Used... to be." RED's realm of belief stretched only so far- it was already at the brink with all he'd seen, but animals who used to be humans? That was something out of the stories parents told their kids before going to sleep at night. Of course, said stories were also the only places he'd heard of talking animals, one of which he was having a conversation with at that second.

He heaved a sigh through him, irritated to be pushing everything he believed was true aside again. Paradise was just too strange for people like him, those who craved stability and normalcy. All he wanted was his work, something he knew would be there each day when the sun rose. He didn't even have that, anymore.

He got the feeling he was going to regret asking. "And?"

[precursor_dax]

"And what?" Daxter obviously hadn't expected to ask anything further on it. To be honest, the way people treated him here had already stepped far out of normalcy bounds when people were consistently nice and wanted him around.

A moment later he shifted around to grab some crackers. "Yer askin' how come I'm not or what?" he asked before munching away.

[hasstandards]

"That's right." He asked not to indulge a curiosity, but primarily for his own precautions: if being turned into a talking weasel was commonplace in Paradise- and given everything else he'd seen, he was prepared not to doubt that- it was something RED was hoping to avoid entirely.