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So...snowball fight anyone?

It's a bit of a custom for me to bake quite a few things as the holidays draw closer. As such, before I barricade myself in the Sanctuary's kitchen and claim it in the name of "Magnus Traditions", how does Colligo normally celebrate the holidays?

( [ Filtered to the Sanctuary Residents ] )

You lot! I'm getting old. And I think I overdid it on the early festive cheer.

Someone come fix me? I think there's a bludger kicking off inside my head.

All this snow and ice reminds me that I think it would be fun to go ice skating. I remember my first time skating with Peter, it was such a fun time. And now its here again and I want to go and enjoy the day in the snow. So who wants to go and build a snowman, have snowball fights, and do some ice skating?

So, you know the snowman who narrates Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? Well I just met him on my way home from the station. Yeah, I know what you're all thinking, "Roy Harper, when you say station do you really mean bar?" And I wouldn't blame you, because sure, I like going to the bars, but this time I was completely sober. Scouts honor. I've been sitting here in my apartment since I got back trying to figure out if this is really cool or extremely bizarre even for Colligo standards.

OK where am I and what’s going on?

I’m pretty darn sure that I didn’t touch anything today that could have done this. Just played with Harriet Tubman’s thimble, Billy the Kid’s deck of cards, and Walt Disney’s Paintbrush. Also the bottomless cookie jar but how could that possibility be evil.

And I didn’t smell fudge when there was no fudge present.

Maybe I accidentally touched Isaac Asimov’s typewriter or something.

At least I still have my Tesla and Farnsworth even if the Farnsworth does not seem to be working for some reason. Really weird.

And these Christmas decorations are giving me bad vibes. And not just because some of them are creepy. Yeah I'm talking about giant nutcracker.

So, I was walking home from doing some Christmas shopping when I ran into an elf. An actual elf. And then he started crying because nobody understood him and his life's dream of being a dentist and so I bought him some hot chocolate and gave him a hug. We had a really nice talk about embracing his ambitions and not putting so much stock in the opinions of others. I really think I've found a new calling as an elf therapist.

But I got shopping done! Mostly. Maybe if I weren't shopping for so many grumpy men who won't tell me what they want - I'm not naming names here, Erik, Damian and Jason - it would be easier.

( Raven, Cass, Kitty, Molly, Bo )
I need help planning the Xavier House Chrismukkah Extravaganzukkah...title pending. Chanukah (is that right, Kitty?) is from sunset on the 20th to sunset on the 28th this year...or that's what the internet told me, with Christmas right there in the middle. I got some stuff while I was out, like a tree topper and some ornaments, to make the tree have some diversity.

Beyond that, I figured I'd come to you guys for ideas. After all, Thanksgiving wasn't a total disaster. We can totally pull this off.

Holy random teleportation, Batman.

At least, I think it's teleportation. The Tinman and his bosom buddies weren't feeling so chatty when they decided to escort me outside.

Sooooo. Anyone want to clue a girl in here cause I'm not seeing any yellow brick road, and I'm definitely no Dorothy.

So, I thought I'd do this publicly, since it blew up publicly. Maybe a bit of humiliation goes with contrition.


I, Rachel Anne Summers, sincerely apologize to Raven Xavier for my behaving like an utter cow. Everybody going crazy doesn't really excuse it. I'm sorry. I'm not sure if I might've done this in my sleep or not (sometimes telekinesis acts up while asleep), but if I didn't just dream about throwing you in the pool, I'm sorry for that, too.

I furthermore acknowledge that Raven Xavier was right about this: I am too judgmental, and I need to work on not holding the actions of people's alternate reality counterparts against them.

I LOVE THIS CITY! LOVE IT! Well. Okay. Sometimes I hate it. A lot. A whole, whole lot. But right now? I. LOVE. IT. Want to know why? Too bad. I'm telling you all anyway.

First, it started snowing and I was bored. So, I made a snowman. I made a snowman and he CAME TO LIFE! His name wasn't Frosty, though. He said his name was Finnegan and, yes, I told him that he wasn't Irish so that couldn't really be his name but he insisted. He's somewhere in the park now. With the OTHER SNOWMEN WHO ARE ALSO ALIVE.

I decided that would be a better life for him than trying to bring him inside where he'd just melt anyway. Which would be sad. Which means winter has to last forever, Morgan Freeman. No melting Finnegan!