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[mattersverymuch]

Oh, I see now. This is a reward, not a punishment. You're all here to entertain me in the afterlife, and I'd like to let you know at the outset that I do appreciate it.

Since we're all speaking on one subject - incidentally, did I miss a meeting? You're all so effortlessly on the same page - there's an important one that's been missed. Old, but important. Of course there's Sol Invictus [ slight, slight stress ] on the twenty-fifth, but everyone forgets about Saturnalia. [ Tsk, tsk. ] Old traditions are the best traditions, or so they say.

[ He never got a chance to visit those Roman soldiers, but he imagines they'd agree. ]

[ spam literally anywhere on the barge for people who want to harass/hug him (FREAKIN' MISTLETOE) ]

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[theonlyresponse]

[Bruce is ambushing anyone on the fourth floor corridor. He's stepping out of his door when he cheerfully waves at the Marquis.] Hello neighbour!

[mattersverymuch]

[ He is just walking, can he help you. No wave for Bruce. ] Not quite. I seem to recall a blockade between our cabins. If you needed something . . . [ He gestures in the away direction, that is the direction he wants to go. ]

[theonlyresponse]

It's not very polite of him to make all that racket. [And he's just going to casually block the Marquis.] Say, what would you like for Christmas?

[mattersverymuch]

Hmm. [ He pretends to think about this, then snaps his fingers. Eureka! ] Coal.

[theonlyresponse]

That's not... shouldn't Dean be getting coal? [He gestures to Dean's door.]

[mattersverymuch]

That's a little tame, don't you think? Although I suppose one must work with what one has to hand. [ He misses his strange curses and things. ]

[theonlyresponse]

What do you think he'll like better than coal?

[surfaceshine]

[And from the other side of the door of cabin 18.]

I can hear you, you know.

[theonlyresponse]

Dean! [Out comes the lockpick and your lock is being picked right in front of the Marquis.] Merry Christmas! I was joking about the coal. Do you want a new jacket?

[surfaceshine]

[The sound of something heavy being pushed against the door, and the hunter makes some kind of reply eaten by the space between them.

It sounds vaguely like "and a happy new year, I'm going back to sleep."]

[mattersverymuch]

Get him a new jacket. [ He's actually kind of serious about this. ] A bigger one. [ Meanwhile, he's watching Bruce pick the lock with satisfaction. ]

didn't get the notif wtf

[theonlyresponse]

Excellent idea. [He notices the Marquis staring at his lockpick and hands it to him.] That's for you, chum! Merry Christmas.

yeah dw was having tantrums last night

[mattersverymuch]

"Chum."

[ Staaaaaaaaaaaaare. But a lockpick's a lockpick. He pockets it with a nod. ]

[ . . . And that's all you get Bats sorry. Wishing people Merry Christmas is for suckers ]

[theonlyresponse]

[See Bruce wave and wander off, singing merrily.]

[most_feared]

What's Sol Invictus and Saturnalia. [Someone is as dry and bland as ever, not affected at all. But he's kind of interested.]

[mattersverymuch]

Christmas, technically, and a festival to the disruption of expectations, respectively. Which I have been told wouldn't be appreciated here, but I humbly beg to differ.

[most_feared]

Disruption of expectations, huh? Well, you got me curious, anyway. It's not a holiday I've heard anything like before. Tell me more.

[mattersverymuch]

[ Who is educating the young people these days? ]

The Roman god Saturn appreciated a good role reversal, apparently. Slaves for masters, masters for slaves. Amazing more people didn't die along the way. Io Saturnalia.

[most_feared]

[Someone does not time travel much.]

I don't know, people at the bottom of the barrel I notice seem to have more positive attitudes than those at the top. That or the poor bastards are just too tired to give people hell anymore.

[mattersverymuch]

Hm, but you've never seen them at the top.

[Oh can he, please?]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis happens upon him in the stairwell in this case, bringing Renate in from a walk on the deck, and they are caught in the same doorway quite before he can think to check for mistletoe.]

i completely support this :|b

[mattersverymuch]

[ Ugh, this mistletoe business is so tiresome, and this doorway is not big enough for two men and a dog. ]

Can I help you?

[impure_tale]

[Already too late, but the Marquis retains some sense of propriety, in that the kiss is not especially intrusive, but still quite present and difficult to ignore. He pulls back looking a little surprised but not displeased. ...Honestly he wondered if he'd run into him eventually.]

Marquis.

[mattersverymuch]

[ Hm. That could have been worse. ]

Marquis.

I suppose you can cross that off your list.

[video]

[routemistress]

You're welcome, Marquis lovey. As for traditions, I'm not picky, but I'm not sure swapping roles is going to fly on this boat an' you might 'ave a problem with the sacrifices.

[When Iris runs into him later she'll hug him breathless. And squeeze his bum.]

[video]

[mattersverymuch]

It would be enlightening. Very useful in a place like this. [ Where people think rules actually matter. ]

[ Also Iris he will give you such a look. ]

Re: [video]

[routemistress]

[She returns the look with an unrepentant, delighted grin.]

You might be a sneaky grifter with the morals of a tomcat, lovey, but you do 'ave a nice arse.

[mattersverymuch]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[ Obviously he's referring to the first half of that statement. ]

[bodilesswarrior]

Role reversals here would definitely be interesting.

[mattersverymuch]

And, in all likelihood, quickly forgotten by most people. [ Wardens, he means Wardens - because power like what they have isn't easily forgotten, but weakness is best shoved to the back of one's memory. ]