[OOC: Spam or log format if anyone would like to play out gift reactions, the last of the December mistletoe, Narvin hating the cold, or anything else. Like a lazy day-in-the-life, Holiday Edition.]
[The Admiral left some of the presents, nicely wrapped, under the tree. Narvin sighs and retrieves those with his name on it, and hopes none of them are too terribly embarrassing.]
[Narvin hates the cold, hates snow, and hates patrolling this time of year. But he considers it part of his job, so he pulls his coat close around him and trudges across the deck.]
[Nevermind that he can technically survive in a cold as deep as the vacuum of space. Narvin misses the perfectly controlled temperature of the Citadel.]
[In theory, Jesse's trying to get a reading on the thingamabob (okay, okay, he knows what it's called. Maybe.). But he keeps glancing over at Narvin, giving him strange looks. Finally, he clears his throat.]
[Narvin doesn't look up from the device he's gently prodding with an ionitrosmic probe, but his brow furrows slightly in confusion.]
What?
[The name's unfamiliar. Not someone on the Barge. He's not sure if it's someone Jesse knows, or a public figure, or some obscure person from Earth history, and he's *very* not sure what's made Jesse mention it.]
That CD I got for Christmas -- that was from you, right? [And really, only an alien could take one look at Jesse and come up with Katy fucking Perry as a good idea.]
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Coordinator. How's it with you?
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[Nevermind that he can technically survive in a cold as deep as the vacuum of space. Narvin misses the perfectly controlled temperature of the Citadel.]
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Did my gift come for you and the agent?
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So, uh... Katy Perry?
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What?
[The name's unfamiliar. Not someone on the Barge. He's not sure if it's someone Jesse knows, or a public figure, or some obscure person from Earth history, and he's *very* not sure what's made Jesse mention it.]
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