Houseparty for the Holidays
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matrixrefugeeThat entry tag's line comes from a song by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, which is stuck in my head and in my heart. I'm incorporating it into this year's Christmas fic, which I'll get back to working on, once I post this.
The Houseparty has invited a lot of guests. I'm minded of this hysterical and touching Christmas special which the late, great Jim Henson and his Muppets did, years ago (I think it was the last one he did before he passed away), where the gang from the "Muppet Show" goes to Fozzie Bear's mother's house for Christmas and then, one by one, a whole slew of other Muppets, from the many spin-offs Jim Henson created, show up, adding to the confusion and also to the warmth of together-ness. I can't remember the title of it, but if I found the DVD of it, I'd snatch it up.
That's sort of how it is here in my cranial capacity. It started this morning, when I first got up and found that Constantine had showed up, bringing his niece Helena "Lenni" Meyers, a slightly crabby college student, who wants to follow in her uncle's footsteps, though he's doing everything he can to discourage it. In his words, "First, she ain't got the chops for it, thank God; second, even if she did, this family needs another demon hunter like I need a hole in my head; third, if she took it up, even on the sly, her mother, my big sister Sharrie [Sharon Constantine-Meyers, or at least that's what he's told me] would go batshit-postal on us both; fourth, and most important, she wouldn't want this life, and I don't want her to live this way. And if anyone thinks their Mary Sue is my niece, they'll have to take that up with Stanford, my idiot brother-in-law. As far as he knows, Lenni is his only kid."
I get home from work, and first I thought I was so tired that I was seeing double: I spotted two guys who looked like Flood, helping Ref and Cecie setting up Christmas candles in the Houseparty's dining room/living room. But then one of them looked at me with his usual diffident, calmly bored look, while the other cracked a grin at me, and I realized the second guy was Adrien with his hair trimmed, styled and bleached the same way as his brother's and dressed identically, right down to The Gloves.
Me: "All right, I'll bite: what are you doing?"
Adrien: "Well, it was easier to do me up to look like Alban here, so I thought I'd spruce up and mess with his boss's head at the same time."
Me: "And mess with everyone else's, too?" ::Teasing::
Adrien: ::Sniggering:: "Something like that."
While I was taking a rest between housework and decorating, I went upstairs in the Houseparty's odd New England inn which they dwell in, and found that a whole new wing had been added on without my knowing it, but we'll need the space. First off, the Merv's sort-of sister-in-law, an Exile known as Pandora Reykmann, showed up, along with her husband, a henpecked builder program, and their family (You can read more about them here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/mtx_deg_sep/42114.html This was another case of original characters taking on a life of their own). Pandora promptly took over the Houseparty's kitchen, though she'll most likely be dismayed that the kitchen daemons (They're hard to describe, unless you're familiar with the "little flappy things" that serve Destiny in the "Sandman Comics") don't need her help.
Then Cecie's parents Declan and Sabrina showed up, along with Frank Sweitz's parents, Irene and Carton. Then several more Exiles showed up, including a fellow known as "the Jeweller" (who, to my understanding, bears little resemblence to the MxO character of the same name and species), as well as Sieges's least favorite Exile, a thuggish fellow known as Argon, who bugged her when she was rummaging around the tinkertoy version of Capitol City the other night.
Sieges: "All right, who invited him?!"
Me: "It wasn't me." ::Looks at the Merv::
tM: "Whoever sent 'im an eenvitation should have zair mail service cancelled."
Argon: ::Upstairs, banging around in the room we scared up for him and his two girlfriends:: "Hey! Someone air out this damn room. Yah just build it or something? It smells like a paint can." Did I mention this guy is some sort of Exile mob boss? I swear the Architect must have had an over-the-top version of the Lee J. Cobb character from "On the Waterfront" when he was coding this goon.
Needless to say, things got heated: the Merv can't stand Argon, and the Exiles were a bit leery of Cecie's dad, when they found out he was the prosecutor on a landmark case involving a rogue robot. Thus everyone was starting to get a bit politely tetchy with each other, but things between the two alpha-male Exiles were starting to get really heated. Apparantly, Argon tried pinching Ref's derriere and he'd made some cutting remark to the Merv about "messing with animals". The Merv was starting to get his "Breeng Eet On, Beetch" look in his eye, when I absented myself to check my messages -- and to get away from the commotion and the potential horn-locking. That's when I read some troubling news about a dear friend of ours, which I telegraphed to everyone downstairs. Well, that prevented the squabble between the King of the Exiles and the mob boss. They've stayed out of each other's way ever since, though the news cast a light shadow on the festivities.
It's quieted down now: Ref and Emily were checking on Blaise a little while ago, and the Jeweller, who brought along a cello, was serenading us with "Silent Night". I heard someone rustling around under the Christmas tree, tucking away packages, while the Merv just passed by in his dressing gown, pausing on the landing, waiting for Ref to join him... Let's hope it will be a silent night, and that there will be peace on earth, good will toward men... and women... and children... and Exiles.
The Houseparty has invited a lot of guests. I'm minded of this hysterical and touching Christmas special which the late, great Jim Henson and his Muppets did, years ago (I think it was the last one he did before he passed away), where the gang from the "Muppet Show" goes to Fozzie Bear's mother's house for Christmas and then, one by one, a whole slew of other Muppets, from the many spin-offs Jim Henson created, show up, adding to the confusion and also to the warmth of together-ness. I can't remember the title of it, but if I found the DVD of it, I'd snatch it up.
That's sort of how it is here in my cranial capacity. It started this morning, when I first got up and found that Constantine had showed up, bringing his niece Helena "Lenni" Meyers, a slightly crabby college student, who wants to follow in her uncle's footsteps, though he's doing everything he can to discourage it. In his words, "First, she ain't got the chops for it, thank God; second, even if she did, this family needs another demon hunter like I need a hole in my head; third, if she took it up, even on the sly, her mother, my big sister Sharrie [Sharon Constantine-Meyers, or at least that's what he's told me] would go batshit-postal on us both; fourth, and most important, she wouldn't want this life, and I don't want her to live this way. And if anyone thinks their Mary Sue is my niece, they'll have to take that up with Stanford, my idiot brother-in-law. As far as he knows, Lenni is his only kid."
I get home from work, and first I thought I was so tired that I was seeing double: I spotted two guys who looked like Flood, helping Ref and Cecie setting up Christmas candles in the Houseparty's dining room/living room. But then one of them looked at me with his usual diffident, calmly bored look, while the other cracked a grin at me, and I realized the second guy was Adrien with his hair trimmed, styled and bleached the same way as his brother's and dressed identically, right down to The Gloves.
Me: "All right, I'll bite: what are you doing?"
Adrien: "Well, it was easier to do me up to look like Alban here, so I thought I'd spruce up and mess with his boss's head at the same time."
Me: "And mess with everyone else's, too?" ::Teasing::
Adrien: ::Sniggering:: "Something like that."
While I was taking a rest between housework and decorating, I went upstairs in the Houseparty's odd New England inn which they dwell in, and found that a whole new wing had been added on without my knowing it, but we'll need the space. First off, the Merv's sort-of sister-in-law, an Exile known as Pandora Reykmann, showed up, along with her husband, a henpecked builder program, and their family (You can read more about them here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/mtx_deg_sep/42114.html This was another case of original characters taking on a life of their own). Pandora promptly took over the Houseparty's kitchen, though she'll most likely be dismayed that the kitchen daemons (They're hard to describe, unless you're familiar with the "little flappy things" that serve Destiny in the "Sandman Comics") don't need her help.
Then Cecie's parents Declan and Sabrina showed up, along with Frank Sweitz's parents, Irene and Carton. Then several more Exiles showed up, including a fellow known as "the Jeweller" (who, to my understanding, bears little resemblence to the MxO character of the same name and species), as well as Sieges's least favorite Exile, a thuggish fellow known as Argon, who bugged her when she was rummaging around the tinkertoy version of Capitol City the other night.
Sieges: "All right, who invited him?!"
Me: "It wasn't me." ::Looks at the Merv::
tM: "Whoever sent 'im an eenvitation should have zair mail service cancelled."
Argon: ::Upstairs, banging around in the room we scared up for him and his two girlfriends:: "Hey! Someone air out this damn room. Yah just build it or something? It smells like a paint can." Did I mention this guy is some sort of Exile mob boss? I swear the Architect must have had an over-the-top version of the Lee J. Cobb character from "On the Waterfront" when he was coding this goon.
Needless to say, things got heated: the Merv can't stand Argon, and the Exiles were a bit leery of Cecie's dad, when they found out he was the prosecutor on a landmark case involving a rogue robot. Thus everyone was starting to get a bit politely tetchy with each other, but things between the two alpha-male Exiles were starting to get really heated. Apparantly, Argon tried pinching Ref's derriere and he'd made some cutting remark to the Merv about "messing with animals". The Merv was starting to get his "Breeng Eet On, Beetch" look in his eye, when I absented myself to check my messages -- and to get away from the commotion and the potential horn-locking. That's when I read some troubling news about a dear friend of ours, which I telegraphed to everyone downstairs. Well, that prevented the squabble between the King of the Exiles and the mob boss. They've stayed out of each other's way ever since, though the news cast a light shadow on the festivities.
It's quieted down now: Ref and Emily were checking on Blaise a little while ago, and the Jeweller, who brought along a cello, was serenading us with "Silent Night". I heard someone rustling around under the Christmas tree, tucking away packages, while the Merv just passed by in his dressing gown, pausing on the landing, waiting for Ref to join him... Let's hope it will be a silent night, and that there will be peace on earth, good will toward men... and women... and children... and Exiles.
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Date: 2005-12-25 11:41 am (UTC)On a side note... although the post may have been sobering, at least it stopped Merv and Argon from throwing down with each each other in the middle of a Christmas party.
Talk to all later!
Merry Christmas,
Love Trinity