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[bestever]

[epsilon is, for the first time ever, too lazy to go through the rigamarole of trying to convey his annoyance through voice and hologram. he made carolina dump him back in the android so that he could enjoy the spread if he had to sit through dinner, but it seems like the novelty has worn off (read: the tank is full) and he's retreated to a corner to whine at the network. he is also wearing one of his hanukkah gifts.] Alright, listen. I know y'all've got better things to worry about, but I need to put my foot down. [he stringently ignores a distant kerfuffle behind him; though there's an orange and black blur that JINGLES its way past him, the deepening in his frown is probably just subconscious. or maybe in response to the sudden screeching coming from the kitchen. that tinkly little blur DID almost seem to have a drumstick shape near the front, didn't it? might explain the clamor coming from the other room.]

Christmas is officially over as of... [he glances offscreen briefly, checking the timestamp in the corner of his field of vision. this doesn't mean much, since... he can never remember which date is actually the important one and which is 'eve' or whatever.] Whatever. Whenever. Soon. The point is, the time for holiday cheer has officially come to an end. That means no more decorations, no more forced friendliness, and most importantly!

No more carols. If I have to listen to one more bubblegum trash ballad about giving hearts away or wanting somebody as a present, I'm gonna die. Just spontaneously expire. Seriously, how anybody makes it through two solid fucking months of the same chirpy songs is completely beyond my compre--

[the helmet that flies in from the other room is... pretty recognizable. also? pretty heavy. and pretty accurately dead center in the back of his skull. church responds to this quite eloquently, by tipping over and bringing the frame with him, cursing loudly for a moment before he shuts the feed off. replies will probably be after things at H003 have calmed down slightly. um. relatively, rather.]

Comments

VOICE

[worstever]

You deserved that.

voice;

[bestever]

Yeah, yeah. I deserve a lot of shit. Doesn't mean you jerks get to dish it out.

LATER, AFTER HE'S BEEN FORMALLY KICKED OUT; Text

[maime]

hate all three of you

[That's right. He's lumping you in with Alpha, even though he wasn't involved. Literally just including him because he knows you hate it.]

voice; right after maine twists the knife

[bestever]

[some of that indignant spluttering.] Yeah, well! Guess what? The feeling is mutual, fucko!

[maime]

don't care
same category as Christmas
which is still better than you

video

[fastballspeciaaaaal]

Holiday's aren't over though.

voice;

[bestever]

The ones that matter are. Hmph.

video >:c

[fastballspeciaaaaal]

'Suce me!! Noooo!

[mightthinkthat]

Christmas is over on 'Little Christmas' or 'Women's Christmas' on January sixth, so hang in there.

the punchline is epiphany.

[bestever]

Uuuuuugh, really? Fuck. Shit. Shit. This is too much information. I never wanted this realization.

[mightthinkthat]

You're close.

text;

[timeframes]

nah man
youre way underestimating the power of the holidays
theres still one more leg to get through and its probably the worst one of all
the swimming portion of hellish holiday triathlons

new years and that jackass baby demanding you make some fakeass promises for shit youre gonna do in the next arbitrary 12 months of time

voice;

[bestever]

No, but see? New Years Eve at least has a point. Even if that point is getting shitfaced so that you forget how much the last year sucked. I can dig New Years.

video;

[fistofthejoestar]

[ah, family...this chaos is almost as nostalgic to Jonathan as the usual Christmas mementos, although his memories are (as always) tinged with something bittersweet. ]

Many cultures continue celebrating until Three Kings Day, in deference to the Magi. You still have some good cheer to outlast, I'm afraid.

voice;

[bestever]

Who the fuck is the Magi?

Voice;

[pastdoesntdefine]

I leave you alone for five minutes..

[ well, technically longer than that. Also said around a mouthful of noodles. ]

voice;

[bestever]

[shrieking:] How is this my fault?

action

[buildsfriends]

[somebody is still screaming christmas carols in the living room through this whole thing]

HAD A VERY SHINY NOSE
AND IF YOU EVER SAW IT
YOU WOULD EVEN SAY IT GROWS

ALL OF THE OTHER REINDEER
USED TO LAUGH AND CALL HIM LAME
THEY NEVER LET POOR DONALD TRUMP
JOIN IN ANY REPUBLICAN PRIMARIES

action;

[bestever]

[after he clambers back upright, he manages to turn around and snarl back through the kitchen door:] How the everloving fuck do you know what the primaries are, but not Rudolph?

video;

[moneylogues]

[Felix doesn't say anything for a moment, he just sits back and stares straight into the camera. Then he pushes something off-screen. And music starts playing.

Honestly, what did you expect.]

voice;

[bestever]

[hissing] Don't test me, fuckwad! More important treaties have been broken over less!

video;

[bloodpressured]

Haha, yeah, agreed! I don't understand how humans can tolerate this crap for over one sixth of their life. It's brutal.

voice;

[bestever]

It didn't used to be this bad, I swear. It used to be that the Christmas decorations didn't come out until after Thanksgiving, but now it's just like. As soon as November rolls around. It's bullshit.

[alcheregis]

[ Haen is grinning and pretending not to notice Church getting beaned by the helmet. ]

And what kind of songs would you prefer to hear, hmm? I can probably oblige you, I'm not too bad with a vocal chord, if I do say so myself!

voice;

[bestever]

I like the sound of silence. It's peaceful. Also, pretty much extinct since Caboose got here.