gillian murphy (outoftheearth) wrote in lab_rinth, @ 2014-11-11 14:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !week one, gillian murphy, liliana salvo |
Holiday Cheer
Who: Gillian and Liliana
When: Week One: Late afternoon, Tuesday, December 2nd
Where: Outside of Bergamot
Summary: Holiday decorating, of course
Warnings: None!
Completed
Gillian's mother had always loved Christmas. Molly Murphy had never waited until after Thanksgiving to decorate the home. It was usually a week or so after Halloween that the tiny Santa Claus figurines started to pop up around the house, followed closely by wreaths on the doors, candles in the windows and a week or so before Thanksgiving, Molly would usher her husband outside to place the lights. Her enthusiasm for the holidays was a little silly, but infectious. After Molly passed away, Gillian would put a wreath on the front door, but that was the extent of her Christmas cheer. It was only in the past couple of years that she started feeling the 'Christmas spirit' again, and there was something nostalgic about placing those Santa Claus figurines on her fireplace mantle. It helped her remember her parents, above anything else.
Bergamot got the same treatment, if a bit more muted. White lights instead of multi-colored. A simple wreath on the door and some holly inside. Maybe a string of mistletoe hung. And Gillian always waited until after Thanksgiving to pull the box of lights out from the back supply room, well aware that there were plenty of customers burned out on having the holidays shoved in their faces before they had time to digest the leftover candy from Halloween.
Gillian was outside the shop now, standing on a foot stool and lining the top of the shop's large display window with white twinkling lights. One hand held the lights, the other a staple gun. The stool was sturdy enough, but wobbled a bit as she pushed up on her toes. She knew she probably ought to bribe a friend into helping her, or hiring a taller man or woman to do the job, but it was a slow day, people were working or busy, and she couldn't imagine many people wanting to hang out in the cold for a free bottle of hand lotion or shaving foam. That didn't mean her muscles weren't aching, or her toes pressing into her shoes to try and keep her balance. If she managed to finish up without stapling her finger to the window pane, Gillian would consider this day to be a success.