Booker DeWitt (
amonglions) wrote in
lucetilogs2013-12-24 10:05 pm
Christmas tiiiime
Who: Bioshock Family House! (and friends)
What: ITS CHRISTMAS! And they're going to be civil to each other dagnabbit
When: Christmas?
Where: The Bioshocker House!
Summary: Everyone is happy! Food! Presents! Puppies? Proposals! WAIT WAHT?!
Rating: P for words starting with P.
Tree? Check. It's pathetic and almost half the pine-needles are missing from getting dragged into the house.
Ornaments? Check.
Christmas dinner? Well...there's food, at least! Robert and Booker might have raided the supermarket for all the microwaveable and appropriate foods to have for Christmas. There's microwaved chicken, microwaved mashed potatoes, microwaved green beans that are really soggy and smell funny, microwaved rolls, and microwaved ham. Because there should be variety, damnit. There's also a pie sitting in the microwave, waiting. And vanilla ice cream.
Booker wouldn't call it a feast or anything but it's not like there's absolutely nothing to be seen.
They haven't gone all out or anything for the first Christmas they're spending together, nobody here really has the Christmas spirit to do it. Either the Luteces don't remember how to do Christmas or they just don't care - the latter is more likely and Booker hasn't done Christmas in decades so it feels off to even find a tree. Booker doesn't know if Elizabeth ever got to celebrate the holiday in her tower but as far as he's concerned this should be good enough.
What: ITS CHRISTMAS! And they're going to be civil to each other dagnabbit
When: Christmas?
Where: The Bioshocker House!
Summary: Everyone is happy! Food! Presents! Puppies? Proposals! WAIT WAHT?!
Rating: P for words starting with P.
Tree? Check. It's pathetic and almost half the pine-needles are missing from getting dragged into the house.
Ornaments? Check.
Christmas dinner? Well...there's food, at least! Robert and Booker might have raided the supermarket for all the microwaveable and appropriate foods to have for Christmas. There's microwaved chicken, microwaved mashed potatoes, microwaved green beans that are really soggy and smell funny, microwaved rolls, and microwaved ham. Because there should be variety, damnit. There's also a pie sitting in the microwave, waiting. And vanilla ice cream.
Booker wouldn't call it a feast or anything but it's not like there's absolutely nothing to be seen.
They haven't gone all out or anything for the first Christmas they're spending together, nobody here really has the Christmas spirit to do it. Either the Luteces don't remember how to do Christmas or they just don't care - the latter is more likely and Booker hasn't done Christmas in decades so it feels off to even find a tree. Booker doesn't know if Elizabeth ever got to celebrate the holiday in her tower but as far as he's concerned this should be good enough.
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She swayed a little under Gai's hands running over her corset, sighing happily. "They're a test all young men should undergo. Before they sleep with someone they shouldn't. Obviously, if you're too drunk or inexperienced to work a corset, you aren't in any condition to be having sex."
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His hands trailed lightly over the fabric and boning as they made their way to the back of the corset in search of those infernal laces. "I had enough trouble with it the first time without any alcohol involved at all," he joked.
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Joking about lighter things brought her away from Columbia, and that was good. She had a new life, a completely new life, with Gai at the forefront of her future. That was what she was going to focus on--not what she was taught to be.
"I can do it, Gai," she said, reaching back for the knot. "It's dark and we've both had a drink."
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He gave a few half-hearted tugs on the knot before allowing Elizabeth to have a go at it instead-- probably a better choice unless he really wanted to be teased about his lack of skill in corsets again.
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She's silent for a few moments as she pulls at the laces, then finally there's a soft pop and a thump as it falls into the heap her dress created.