lalala christmas stuff

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny and Brax show up on the Plane, dressed in Christmas party gear (Benny even has a Santa hat on), Benny dragging Brax onto the Plane with one hand while holding a glass of champagne with the other]

Right, no more excuses, you stay right there while I get your Christmas gift. And I won’t take no as an answer.

[Benny takes a sip of her champagne, before handing the glass to Brax. She stands on her tiptoes and puts a hand over his eyes] And eyes shut until I say so.

[and with that Benny drops from the Plane]

[Obediently, wearing a half-smile, Braxiatel does close his eyes. He isn’t especially dressed for Christmas. Rather, he is dressed as if he has been until shortly engaged in negotiations with an alien species over territorial disputes in this sector of space (because he was). Business suits are very unfestive, especially as Brax hasn’t had a moment to put on his special Christmas socks.]

[But there are no excuses on the Astral Plane, so Brax waits for his surprise. Whatever it may end up being.]

[Benny reappears on the Plane holding a weasel in her arms. Around his neck is a red ribbon, and if one were to look beneath the ribbon they’d find a collar with a nametag on it. Benny thrust the weasel out in Brax’s direction so they’d be eye to eye]

All right then, open them up.

[Benny smiled at Brax from behind the weasel, proud of her gift choice]

[Brax opens his eyes. Amused, he takes the weasel in his hands.] You know, I used to--

[His words are interrupted as he notices the nametag. There is absolute silence.]

[And then he laughs uproariously. Braxiatel has to set the weasel down and take a long drink of the champagne to make himself stop. But the smile doesn’t go away.]

Bernice. I have to question your taste. Not my favourite animal, I must confess.

[Benny takes off her hat, and standing on her tiptoes places it on Brax’s head before scooping up the weasel]

Don’t be harsh, he can’t help what he is. Can you, Narvin?

[and she hands Brax the weasel once more in exchange for her champagne.]

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[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[And look who just happens to be walking a bit of ways away from the pair, evidently absorbed in whatever he's doing on his datapad. What an absolutely crazy random happenstance. He's close enough to hear his name, but he hasn't noticed his furry namesake yet, so he glances up at the pair with a vague sort of annoyance.]

Can I do what?

[collector]

Not an awful lot, I should imagine. Oh, but I forgot. Peace in the universe and good will towards sentience. Happy Christmas, Coordinator. Benny and I were just exchanging gifts.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny looks Narvin over, although she's talking to Brax] It's a shame really. I think he would have quite liked Christmas a few weeks back. Oh well, we all must grow up sometimes.

[addressing Narvin] Although, I must say Coordinator, it is rather big-headed of you to assume we were talking about you. I'm sure there are loads of other Narvins in the universe. [a beat] Well, all right, perhaps not loads, but there has to be one or two others floating around out there somewhere, I'm sure.

Oh yes, and Happy Christmas as well, Coordinator.

[practicalrobes.livejournal.com]

[Narvin is a grinch. :c] Christmas? Oh, the human holiday. Of course. I--

[There's a pause as he actually gets a good look at the other 'Narvin'.]

...what is that?

[collector]

[Braxiatel's expression and tone are positively benign.] I'm surprised you don't recognize the species.

[collector]

Oh, Benny. Don't land me with Narvin and not a drop of alcohol. That's hardly in the spirit of things.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

If I didn't know better, I might think you're trying to say he's too much for you to handle. [and Benny finishes off her champagne just because] Although, if you had bothered to come out of your office, you might actually have a drop of alcohol to hold you over. Being cooped up and working during Christmas is hardly in the spirit of things either, I must say.

[collector]

You know the government health warnings: don't drink and play the diplomat. Drunk diplomacy is unforgivable.

[He's slightly more serious as he sets the weasel down. Very few animals appreciate being held up all the time.]

And besides that. Draconians can be delicate about politeness. I could hardly cancel with them for an Earth-based commercial holiday.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Of course not. And I'm sure there was no possible way to schedule it for another day or --

[she stops herself, watching Narvin circling around behind Brax. Benny finally looks away from the weasel, and smiles up at Brax. It's Christmas and she doesn't want to argue]

So, do you like your gift? You're a very difficult man to shop for, Irving.

[collector]

And you're very easy to buy. [A twitch of his smile.] For.

[He offers his toe for the weasel to sniff.] Thank you, Bernice. I like it a great deal. Let's just hope Wolsey doesn't eat him.

[Technically, it should be the other way around, but Wolsey is fierce.]

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

... Narvin?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[tilts her head towards the weasel] Brax has found himself a new friend. It's like a regular Christmas miracle.

[and Christmas miracles are totally worth celebration, so she takes another sip of her champagne]

[collector]

And I thought Christmas miracles weren't meant to be regular. Silly me.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

A weasel named Narvin. [Leela is clearly delighted by this development.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Very silly you.

[to Leela] It's rather fitting, I thought.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock can't help just sort of wondering about all this.]

I hope we won't have to go through too many Christmas parties.

[collector]

I hope you don't dislike the season, Mr Holmes. It's one of my favourites.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Holmes? The last time I met one of those he was an assumed to be fictional character.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sighs.] Yes, apparently there are books about me, except taking place in the Victorian Era.

[And have a look reserved for Mycroft, Brax B|] I'm not surprised.

[collector]

[thoughtfully] You wouldn't happen to play the violin, would you?

[oliverplus]

[approaches with a grin--a genuine, easy grin. he missed the joke because he doesn't remember Narvin, but he can definitely appreciate furry animals--and champagne] Drinks and pets! You two've definitely got the Christmas spirit.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny can't help but feel awkward and guilty, since her last encounter with Oliver didn't end very well. She smiles though, because, maybe they can just pretend it didn't end horribly. Her tone and smile are extremely eager and excited] You can just call us a couple of regular - what's a good Christmas character? It's a bit difficult, what with so many of them starting out the stories lacking the spirit. Oh well, we're extremely very merry happy Christmas people and all that, aren't we Brax? [she takes a sip of her champagne her gaze on her glass and nowhere else]

[collector]

[Braxiatel briefly glances at Benny, but he doesn't say a thing.] I'm sure we'd be moreso if Bernice weren't the only one with a glass of champagne.

[oliverplus]

[laughs. if he knew what he'd be feeling were Benny looking at him, he'd be grateful that she has her eyes on her glass. as it is, he's just confused, but he doesn't comment on it. he's too busy trying to place who these two people are]

Good point! Got any more where that came from...Bernice?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[confused] There are plenty more...Oliver. Are you sure you're quite yourself?