Christmas Open Thread

[rude_not_ginger]

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• THE DOCTOR LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS •

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Christmas Eve. 2009.

The Doctor loved Christmas! Back when he was a wee Time Lord, the first place he ever landed was London on Christmas Eve. He promised himself he'd never miss another Christmas ever, but that promise went into the same pile as "Lose weight" and "Regenerate a better hairline" and "Stop leaving companions in other universes". But the Doctor had never quite gotten the hang of New Years'. (He once spent several hours commiserating on the similarity between the confusing nature of New Years and Thursdays with one Arthur Dent, who will sadly not be appearing in this piece of narrative. -editor)

But! Through all his travels in space and time, he still hadn't quite figured out what Christmas was for exactly. Except as a yearly excuse for turkey, too much wine, and plum pudding (all of which the Doctor approved of). This year, though, as he strode the streets on this wonderful Christmas Eve, the Doctor decided he would figure out exactly what Christmas was all about.

This may or may not have included use of a intergalactic manipulative detector and a full pack of radio stellar isotopian crystals. Oh, and a cup of hot chocolate. In a festively-coloured cup.

There was a lovely light snow, and the Doctor grinned madly at the stars. Christmas. This year, he was going to figure out what it was all about.


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OOC: Open thread, feel free to tag in as if your character is a passerby or as if your character is a long-standing companion! I'll be working on this thread up until the New Year, most likely! Everyone from any verse (or no verse!) is welcome, just let me know if you'd prefer it from a community or specific universe! And, for this thread, threadhopping is totally welcome!

Happy Holidays, everyone! &hearts

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[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

"And plenty of spirit behind the bar too!" Jack added with a grin, before waving a hand around the room. "Well you've got all that here!" he said, "Tree, presents... everything." he motioned to a table of women in another corner. The table covered in torn off wrapping paper.

He took a step to the bar and nodded at the barmaid, quickly obtaining two glasses of mulled wine and somehow managing not to hand over any money for them.

Stepping back over to the Doctor he handed one over to him, and sat down in a chair opposite.

"Oh bit of both," he said with a grin. "A little too much beer and a little too much cheer"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"You know, of all the planetary seasons, I've always loved this season the best," the Doctor said, taking the wine and having a sip. "Definitely better than Sunseason on the Gamma Quadrant. The smell of pine and mulled wine far beats out sunscreen and charcoal."

Such a strange season. But, well, it was the Gamma Quandrant. He couldn't have expected much less.

"I figured it would be some sort of psychic wavelength running across the planet during this season."

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

"You know what you need to do," Jack suggested. "Stop acting like an alien and start thinking human. Sure, there might be psychic wavelengths, but that's got nothing to do with it! You'll never understand it if you try and analyse it like that."

Jack leaned his arms forward against the table, and turned his drink around in his fingers.

"Christmas is commercial. If you were cynical minded you might say that's all it is. But I prefer to look at this sort of stuff. The people. I mean come on, Doctor, just look at them! Laughing, fighting, singing, drinking. Getting together with people you know. That's Christmas."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but why?" the Doctor asked, popping a peanut from the bowl into his mouth. "Of all the seasons out there, of all the holidays out there, this one affects humans the most. Commercial or not, presents or not, there's a general feeling of good that permeates everything."

He shook his head. "Why don't other worlds have quite the same level of cheer? It's just this season, this planet."

[quitehomoerotic.livejournal.com]

"Because it's tradition," Jack said as though that explained it all. "And it's hardly as rosy as you made it sound. I think you've been reading too many greetings cards. You know more people commit suicide at Christmas than any other time of the year. Sure it can be cheery, but it's only what you make of it. But it's something everyone gets involved in. I mean look around you. All these people, they're making the most of it, and that's what it's about, Doctor. Just making the most of it."

He reached a hand over and batted the Doctor's fingers away from the nuts. "Do you have any idea how many people have had their hand in that thing?"

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor looked down at the bowl, and back at Jack pitifully. He liked those! Oh, well.

"Isn't that what life is, though?" the Doctor asked. "All over the universe. Just people making the most of it, no matter what, exactly, it is."