The 100; a panfandom game

Who: Anakin Solo & Nico di Angelo
When: The night of the 21st, after the Solo/Skywalker family NJO spoilers shindig.
Where: Nico's quarters.
What: Anakin got some bad news and needs a friendly face.
Rating: A for Angst and F for Feels.
Status: COMPLETEh.



( Going to a son of Hades makes sense. )

This is the first year in a while I haven't been working or drinking through Christmas.

Awesome.

LUKE:

Hey. So, uh.

We're both here.

I need to take another day-trip outside of the mountain to scavenge for more metal and junk to build tech for Carol's mission. Anybody want to come with me? We'll be back before nightfall.

If you can carry a lot and you don't annoy me to the point of wanting to shoot you, that's an added bonus!

I've been reading about holidays in the library, and it seems that nearly all of them revolve a great deal around food.

I like that.

I miss shopping. And Starbucks. Basically I miss the mall.

~ So
~ Heard a lot of talk about some plant or other, called it mistletoe? You heard of it?

Violence and mayhem in the holiday season. Feels just like home.

Still, I'm really rather impressed at how everyone pulled together, for that and for the holidays.

Even with seasonal alcohol.

Whoverse

Are we doing something? We should do something.

[Filter: Nico]

Thanks.

[...]

Mythomagic's kinda fun.

[Filter: Uncle Luke]

Could we talk sometime?

[Filter: Jacen]

I'm sorry.

>So Christmas.
>What are you and Spock doing?
>Because the three of us should do something.

[Filtered to Prue and Phoebe]

So, Christmas. I think this is one of those times when using magic to make decorations, doesn't exactly count as personal gain? I mean, it'd make the mountain happy. Because, obviously we'll share. Right?

Christmas was never something we cared about. I'm not talking about the people from the Ark in general, even though we had a lot of cultures all mixed in together up. Octavia and I never had much growing up. It was just us and our mother, and she did what she could to keep us fed and clothed, and there wouldn't have been a lot left over for presents. But we had each other. That mattered more than anything else our mother could have given us. She gave us each other.

I read about what Christmas was like, years ago, and I've heard bits and pieces from people here. I know some people celebrate a religious figure's birth, and others just give each other gifts. No matter where you look, though, there's one aspect of it that different groups have in common: it's a time to spend with the people you love, whatever your definition of that is. It's a season of giving, of gratefulness, of generosity, of kindness, of togetherness. I admit, I've never been good at being grateful. In my life, there hasn't been much to be grateful for.

We don't have a lot here. I know that's hard for some of you, to be without the comforts of your old lives and without the people you care about. But one thing we do have is each other. Good or bad, we're all in this life together now. You were brought here against your will, or forced to accommodate someone from a world we don't understand -- either way, we ended up in the same place.

This kind of thing isn't my strong suit. Clarke's the brains of the two of us. But I know when I've been approaching something wrong, and when it needs to change. I'm tired of hardly understanding any of you. If there's anything we should celebrate at the end of this year and into the next, it's that despite all the odds stacked against us, we're still here. We've come from all different walks of life, and none of us would be the same without each other. That's what I'm grateful for this year. We still don't have much, but we have each other.