Christmas tiiiime

[amonglions]

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.

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Elizabeth

[tearmeanewone]

Oh, Elizabeth never got to celebrate Christmas in her tower. of course, Songbird always brought her a present wrapped in paper with something printed on it. She'd saved that paper, every single year, and wondered what Christmas was like in Paris. Was there a tree lit on every corner? Women walking arm-in-arm with their favorite man in their long, heavy coats with fur trim?

She still didn't know of course, but she could have her own Christmas. Even if the tree was almost bare, and all of the food was coming out of the quick-cooking oven, Elizabeth felt like it was the most magical thing ever. She carefully arranged the string of little electric lights, and made an incredible fuss over where all of the little glass balls went. It wasn't that it had to be perfect... she was just enjoying doing it. But once she's done a number on the tree, she gets up on a stepstool and starts hanging little beaded garlands around the room.

The dining table was excavated out from under Robert and Rosalind's various odds and ends, Elizabeth's books and sketches, and various dishes. Elizabeth set it with a red tablecloth and candles, then lugged her record player out of her room and put on something quiet that was marked as "Christmas Orchestral".

And then she waits for the friends to arrive. Then there's food, and Elizabeth fortunately doesn't make anyone sing, but she does pull an armful of gifts out to give later in the evening.

But even if the whole party doesn't go exactly as planned, she's happy to be there with her family, celebrating Christmas for once.

Christmas Eve - A Very Important Question

[voidseeing]

Gai Tsustsugami is not a man who is intimidated by many things at all. An intense firefight is barely enough to get him to break a sweat; even having dozens of lasers fired right at him hadn't earned more than a bored blink or two. In combat, he's the picture of practiced ease and experience, calm and collected and always seeming to be five steps ahead of anything his opponents can throw at him.

Right now, though, his heart is pounding so loud he swears it must be audible to everyone else in the room, the small box in his pocket feeling like a leaden weight with every step he takes. It's not that he has any doubts about what he's going to do... no, those had all vanished long ago. Now he's more certain than ever that this is what he wants to do.

No, it's the thought of the process leading to that next step that terrifies him, because somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, there's still a deep-seated fear that she'll say no, not yet. It's irrational and he knows it, yet he still can't seem to quiet it down no matter what he does.

But even that isn't enough to keep him from moving to Elizabeth's side where she's watching the falling snow out the window, just a casual approach to see what she's up to.

"Why don't we go out for a walk?" His suggestion is equally casual: the snow is lovely, and the night is chill and clear. It's the perfect evening for what he has in mind, really. Now if only he could calm himself down...