[open] that other ho ho ho job

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Who: Alec Hardison, Sophie Devereaux, and OPEN
When: this morning
Where: Starting in the Leverage Tower and all over the castle
What: Santa and Mrs. Claus are coming to town...
Rating: G-PG

[They may have been put off schedule a bit by castle shenanigans, but Sophie and Hardison haven't forgotten those Santa letters. They have bought the gifts and wrapped them, and even though Christmas is over, it's time to hand them out...]


Hardison: [looks at the wrapped presents] Damn castle gettin' in the way of our plan... [a sigh] We don't even have a Santa.

Sophie: What do you mean we don't have a Santa?

Hardison: We never got to hold auditions.

Sophie: So?

Hardison: So we don't have a Santa.

Sophie: Hardison. Just because we didn't have auditions, doesn't mean we can't have a Santa.

Hardison: Who's gonna be Santa? And don't say Eliot, we already went over that.

Sophie: [moves closer, and places her hands on his shoulders before giving him a look]

Hardison: [raises a brow] What? ....me?

Sophie: Do you see anyone else stepping up to the plate?

Hardison: [a slow smile] Well...I do know what we got for everyone.

Sophie: [smiles back] And it was your idea in the first place.

Hardison: ...so I'll be Santa. [a laugh] I'll be the best Santa this place has seen!

Sophie: That's the spirit!

Hardison: Time to suit up!

Sophie: [smiles and goes to get changed herself]

Hardison: [quietly to himself, with a grin] Ho ho ho.

[and before long, Santa and Mrs. Claus are roaming the castle grounds...]



{ooc: Feel free to tag in! They'll be going to knock on doors of the kids that wrote letters, so catch them around the castle and such. And if yours wrote a letter...well, someone's knocking on their door. If they didn't write a letter...there might be something in Santa's sack for them anyway...}

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By some miraculous turn of events, Edward is actually in her room on this fine morning!

It takes her a minute to register that someone's knocking. And another to realize that they're knocking on her door. She sits bolt upright where she was sleeping on the floor "A visitor for Edward?" Racing over, she throws open the door, eyes as big as saucers.

"Santa?"

[butdaaaaad.livejournal.com]

From the other side of the door they can hear the grumbles of an 11 year old woken up from an amazing dream. When Gos opens the door, her hair's sticking up all over the place and she glares out at whoever disturbed her slumber.

"Whaaa-aaaat?"

Leverage Tower

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

It's either the beginning of their efforts or the end of the run, but either way, Eliot has been in the kitchen doing prep for fondue. Don't mind the surplus amounts of everything, he's learning to eyeball things, but it usually has to get to the point of too much before he notices that it is indeed too much.

Parker's bunny is on the floor, moving about picking up the stray bits of carrots that Eliot has been "conveniently" dropping, so watch your footsteps.