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It's gonna be a partaaaay-

Date & Time: December 17th; All Day
Location: Blaine's new ~~shack~~ abode
Characters: Blaine Thorps + Apollo
Summary: Shenanigans. Horrible decorating, probably food, potentially sex, traumatizing roommates who come home, ect.
Warnings: Potty mouth and innuendo errwhere. Blaine and Apollo have a long list of warnings

Blaine had more or less plastered over, stopped up, repaired, or put a temporary patch on all the cracks and holes that had allowed an artic-like breeze to blow through the new place he'd found to stay. It was further out into the wilderness than he might have liked, but considering how the place was less than sound proof, it was probably better for everyone else who might have lived nearby. Except Gordon. The poor bastard was stuck, but that was his own fault. He'd agreed to keep being his roommate and for that the blonde was glad. He didn't actually want to live alone and probably shouldn't be trusted to.

And speaking of alone, the only reason he was currently without company was because Apollo was in transit. Christmas decorating was a thing that was happening because the place was too goddamn dreary. As much as he liked a natural look sometimes, there was too much brown, gray, and white. There was a banging on the door and he immediately went to the door and opened it.

"Welcome to my humble little shack~" he greeted, waving her and the giant dog in. "I hope you're ready to make it look fucking fabulous."

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"Guess that shit's gettin' added to the shopliftin' list then."

She's definitely got herself wrapped up properly right now, the blanket held in just the right spots for it to stay put and stay cozy. When Blaine moves to the table, Apollo follows suit and seats herself on a chair as well, watching him produce a box from somewhere. "Whatcha doin'?"

That causes him to laugh. Shop lifting list. It's hilarious to him that, of his long list of illegal activities, shoplifting was never one of them. He got his kicks elsewhere as a teen, and when he was a kid got whatever he needed and most of what he wanted.

"We're decorating," he said as explanation. He lifted the box up to the table and it was filled with red, green, and other random shit that looks suitably Christmas-y but may have been reappropriated from something else. He wasn't going to jump through time for Christmas supplies. Until he had a good, long list of necessities for fixing up his sad little shack, he was going to make due.

To be honest, 'shoplifting' was a term she had only recently picked up because of the supply runs to Walmarts across time she had been doing lately. And really, it was tame compared to her own long list of illegal activities too - spending your entire life as a pirate kinda did stuff like that.

Apollo glances over the contents of the box and suddenly her face lights up. She fucking loves trinkets and shiny things and although she doesn't have Christmas where she's from, people here have gotten her pretty excited for the damn holiday anyway. "Ah!" It takes about two seconds for her to start plucking the shiniest things she sees from the box. "This fuckin' holiday I swear, not a clue what in the dicks it's about but it's shiny and weird and I've been doin' up my own place too!" Dig dig dig. "Shit there should be lights, y'got lights in here?"

These were reasons that Apollo and Blaine probably were meant to be and probably shouldn't be. Lack of regard for rules and shamelessness to match. Once they started the ball rolling, they would be a terror. Right now though, they were just going to spread some cheer. Sparkly cheer.

He grins at her happy expression. It doesn't pass his notice that she's like a crow and attracted to the shiniest objects in the box, of which there are many. "Gift giving, being grateful for what you have, and lots and lots of food."

All of his get togethers were about food though. Food and booze. The religious aspect of it he spared her from, as he wasn't interested in it himself.

Apollo's a terror on her own already, having Blaine with her will only make it worse. At least now they're both preoccupied with shiny bullshit.

"Food, yeah fuck I like that one. So d'you guys do up a whole feed or what?" She pulls out some shiny paper garland thing, spreading it out with both hands and grinning at the stupid thing as if it's just completely made her day. "No wait, you give food to the gift god or whatever the fuck, yeah? The one with the flying moose and shit."

Blaine drags out another box and this one has lights. They are not the best lights, but they'll do. He snorts out a surprised laugh. "Santa's not a god," but he can get why she might think that.

"Flying reindeer pulling a sled through the air driven by a super fat old guy in red and white who gives presents to all the good little boys and girls. The bad ones get coal."

Not like anyone actually got coal. Maybe no gifts at all, but who the fuck had a lump of real coal? No matter how bad Blaine had been, and he was definitely naughty, his stocking was always filled with goodies.

"Our family just likes to eat at any gathering. If we're all together, we're eating. A big dinner or going out to eat."

Oh god LIGHTS YES and there she goes, abandoning her shiny selections for the time being to start enthusiastically pulling strings of tangled lights from the second box, specifically going after the ones that are multicoloured.

"Oh, right." Jan had already told her that Santa wasn't a god once, but Apollo being Apollo had totally forgotten about it. "Why coal for the shitheads? Coal's fuckin' useful, gets a good fire started an' goin'." Way to miss the point, Apollo. At least the food based gatherings makes sense to her, so here she goes again with her million questions. "How big's your family? What kinda stuff d'you guys eat on Christmas?"

There's a string of white lights in Blaine's hands that he's taking his time to unravel and straighten out while she wrangles with her own colored ones.

"Kids don't want coal. They want presents and toys," he chuckled. Children were rarely practical. Not to mention they didn't use a lot of coal during his time. Alternative energy sources had somehow managed to provide most of the energy. Once people started realizing fossil fuels really weren't going to last forever and trying to act like they were was the fastest way to go broke, lots of companies jumped on the R&D bandwagon.

"There's five of us, plus some cousins, aunts and uncles. We have turkey, stuffing, veggies, pie, puddings, whatever else people bring."

"Oh, well yeah shit if toys an' stuff are the alternatives I guess I'd want that too. Or a fur coat or somethin', wearin' a dead animal's always nice and warm."

She manages to get one string free and after spinning around for a second to look around, she chooses a spot, drags her chair over to it, climbs onto it and begins trying to attach it to the ceiling using a roll of tape she had found in the box too (is that even what it was for? whatever). It's also a bit impressive how she's not losing her blanket, girl's got that thing wrapped like a damn pro apparently.

"Fuck that sounds good." All food sounded good to her really, but big spreads were just that much better. "Still ain't much of a fancy ass cook but fuck it, I should give somethin' like that a go. Get out there killin' some stuff again at least."

"We've got better than dead animals now, but it's cheaper to hunt it yourself. Cheaper and cold as shit," he said with a huff.

He watches her expertly keep the blanket balanced around her. He wasn't sure how she did that and lifted her arms over her head to string up lights at the same time. The tape was just kind of in there, but if she wanted to try and use it she could go for it. He wasn't sure if that tape was going to stay up for the rest of the day, much less the whole Christmas season.

"I've gotten a hell of a lot better at cooking with random shit since I got here. I never thought I would miss having a stand mixer so much."

"Cheaper don't mean shit, it just feels good to kill shit yourself." Which sounds a little psychotic out of context, but here she's just an enthusiastic hunter.

The tape might manage to survive the day, but with the haphazard looking way she's sticking the pieces onto the ceiling, it's most likely not in the cards. Apollo seems to be enjoying herself in any case though, either not bothered or just not thinking about the possible future failure of her project.

"The fuck is a stand mixer?"

"Should I be scared being in here with you alone?" he wonders aloud, his eyes a bit wide. Really, the only thing he has to fear is them breaking one of the sad few pieces of furniture he has.

Haphazard is one way to describe her decorating job. Blaine is definitely going to redo everything once she's gone, but he'll enjoy her company right now. He's not sure what all is in the boxes, so her spreading them around is as good as organizing them to take an inventory right?

"It's used in cooking and baking. It has a bowl and several attachments you can change out that go into the bowl to automatically mix things for you. It's better than doing it by hand."

"Why wouldya be scared?" When she glances over to him she looks a bit confused at first, but then she actually thinks about what she just said and instead begins to laugh. "Aww you don't gotta worry 'bout that, sugarbee, I promise bein' alone with me is the complete fuckin' opposite of fear."

Redoing her awful decorating would probably be for the best. It's not too bad - yet - but it's definitely careless and whimsical.

"So it's handy future shit, yeah? Shit, you lot are a busy little bunch, ain'tya?"

His eyes go back to normal and he gives her a playfully worried look as he answers. "If you say so..."

One of the pieces of tape is already losing it's fight with gravity, but Blaine doesn't draw attention to it. If the lights want to take themselves down, it's less work for him. Until she realizes and starts using three times as much tape to make them stay.

"Oh, we love convenience. If it can be done faster and easier, we'll find a way." He grins. "With a few exceptions."

His bundle of lights is now untangled and in a neat coil. He's working on another one and just putting all the random ornaments and decorations into organized piles before they get scattered around the house.

For now the failing tape escapes her notice, as she's too busy dragging her chair around to poorly tape the lights up in more places along the wall. It'd probably look alright where it was if she wasn't doing such a sloppy job, but alas.

"Folk where I'm from are startin' to get their shit together, but they still ain't matchin' up to you future folk." She gets to the end of that string of lights, so she hops down, goes back to where the box is - this time sitting herself down on the edge of the table itself rather than a chair - and pokes around for something new to play with. Pulling out a little reindeer ornament, she pauses and carefully inspects it. "The fuck's wrong with it's nose?"

The blonde looked up at her while she perched on his table. It was a sturdy piece of furniture, as were his three chairs. He didn't want to have to buy those things again, so he had spent a lot on them, hence the reason he didn't have a couch or hardly any other things in the shack yet. Even his bed was more like a pallet. It was comfortable, but too low to the ground for his tastes.

"That's Rudolph," Blaine said with a laugh. "He has a song to go with it." Unprompted, he begins to sing the lyrics. He sings it on-key, but it's more of a comfortable sounding voice than bombastic and epically musical. When he says 'shiny nose' he reaches up to flick Apollo's.

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