To a Quiet, and Hopefully Peaceful, Solstice

[watchingurclock]

Invitations have finally been sent out for the fiscal year end Gala, though I do not expect much to come by way of attendance. The roads are most likely impassible, and not many possess airships for their leisurely travel. Snow is blanketing Edge in a strange hue of green-white. I suppose that's to be expected, after all the performances the

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[clockedoutearly]

Word 'f advice. Don't look up.

((ooc: Of course, he goes off and does just that.))

[watchingurclock]

...

((ooc: That was probably Reno's intention))

[clockedoutearly]

Can't say I didn't warn you.

((ooc: He figured that, but better to know how the damage and fixit than wait for a report later.))

[watchingurclock]

...Perhaps Tseng's project isn't too ridiculous, after all.

[blackrangerboi]

Brain transplants actually work?

[watchingurclock]

You'd be surprised what works when science is involved.

[blackrangerboi]

Don't let anyone I know know about this.

[watchingurclock]

Worried they'd suggest it for you, hm?

[fishybrains]

Brain transplant?

[watchingurclock]

I take it you've never heard of the procedure?

[fishybrains]

Well, I certainly haven't seen it before.

You are joking, aren't you?

[watchingurclock]

I suppose it depends. Would it matter much if I were not joking?

[hex_you_up]

I don't know if Reno remembered to tell you among all the other idiotic things he's evidently been doing, but you're both invited to our big lunch/dinner thing on Christmas Day.

[clockedoutearly]

'Snot idiotic. It just got Tseng a little pissed, is all.

[hex_you_up]

What'd you do, exactly?

[clockedoutearly]

Went out 'n played in th' snow yesterday. Made some snow sculptures.

'Sjust that I stuck 'em on top of some buildings.