x - 0013 [Christmas Carol]

[call_me_spooky]

Dear Santa,
I want Christmas to pass without any crazy and/or embittered ghosts trying to use pop-psychology crap to force my partner and I into a festive murder-suicide pact. That would definitely help. I mean, on one hand it was awesome, because there were definitely ghosts there and I'm not the only one who saw them, but on the other hand, she shot me.

I want sunflower seeds. That's an easy one.

I want to know the truth. About everything.

I want Scully to show up here, because after the City she'd never think I was crazy again.

I want my action figure to be cooler next time. Maybe laser eyes? I think laser eyes would be pretty awesome.

I want... well, okay, aside from the ghosts-murder-suicide thing, I'd like this Christmas to be like last Christmas.

I'd normally call it an exercise in futility to write a letter to Santa, but who knows? The fat man in the red suit wouldn't be a huge surprise here. I don't know. I was never the sort to leave milk and cookies out as a kid, and our parents weren't the sort to convince us that we ought to. And... well.

Here's a request that doesn't require magic reindeer or obese men, which might be for the best since we don't have a chimney, anyway: Who can tell me something about this City's mysterious clock, other than the fact that the ticking is a major pain in the ass? Why's it here? What does it do? I'm curious.

Comments

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He's a creepy, stalker, cookie obsessed asshole.

[call_me_spooky]

...what, Santa?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Santa. Do you want a baseball bat?

[call_me_spooky]

Think I'll need one?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Mulder, work with me here.

Do you want a fat Fable with no invitation into your home bringing you gifts that might possibly cause you to do something stupidly dangerous against the advice of your best friend?

[call_me_spooky]

...Sounds like you've got kind of a personal beef there, Blue.

Not that I'm disagreeing, the whole home-invasion aspect of the Christmas myth is a little unsettling.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'll bring you a baseball bat this week.

It's fully and entirely creepy.

[call_me_spooky]

I'll trust your judgment on this one. Thanks.

Do you actually expect he'll show up?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He didn't show his face last year.

[call_me_spooky]

But you can never be too careful, after all.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Should I throw in a flamethrower, too?

[call_me_spooky]

That's... probably not necessary. I think this building's seen its share of fire for the year, and I do have two superhuman roommates who are probably a match for him.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He's wily.

[call_me_spooky]

Data's an android and Spock can do that Vulcan nerve-pinch thing. We'll manage.

[unhexed.livejournal.com]

I don't understand the clock, either. It's frustrating--it's the centerpiece of the town, it must have some sort of history.

I do know that apparently there's some superstition it's counting down to the end of the world, but that isn't very helpful.

[call_me_spooky]

I've heard that, too. Which world, though?

[unhexed.livejournal.com]

I'd ordinarily assume this one, if the idea is perpetuated by the locals, but with the nature of this place, it could probably be anywhere.

[call_me_spooky]

Strange...

It's tied in to the Carousel too, right? That could just be poor decorating choices, I guess...

[unhexed.livejournal.com]

Yes. The Carousel and the curses, too. I've been intending to go down there and have a look, if just for curiosity's sake, but I doubt I'd find anything new.

[call_me_spooky]

Never know if you don't give it a shot, right?

I haven't been to look at it, either. Figured it'd be a good idea to see what people already know first.

[unhexed.livejournal.com]

That's true.

If you find out anything new, would you mind sharing?

[call_me_spooky]

Certainly.

[prototipo.livejournal.com]

Doesn't milk go bad if you leave it out?

[call_me_spooky]

If you leave it out too long, yeah. It's a custom-- you leave a glass of milk and a plate of cookies out on Christmas Eve, before you go to bed, for Santa to eat when he comes down the chimney.

[prototipo.livejournal.com]

Out of thanks?

[call_me_spooky]

Or a bribe. Something like that, yeah.

[prototipo.livejournal.com]

That sounds like fun.

[call_me_spooky]

You could always give it a try.

[prototipo.livejournal.com]

I think I will.