The Annual BPRD Christmas Party!

[Sister Angeleanna]

((OOC: Doh, I said Mexico, but I meant the other mission Angel is on XD))

The heavy veil shifted thickly around the nun’s shoulders as she nodded once in a reply. It was a joyous feeling to be back at the Bureau and in one piece, that was always an added bonus. “But I have yet to complete a hard day’s work to warrant a sigh.” Angel shifted her glass to one hand and looked down at the creased palm and experimentally flexed her fingers eliciting a dull ache that had settled in her joints. She had helped earlier that morning move weights with a couple of fellow agents who were in need of a little extra muscle.

"Kids are kids."… "See what I mean? Kids."

Angeleanna smiled widely, revealing a sliver of ivory teeth. She took a sip of her apple cider and help it a moment as the bubbles popped before swallowing. “I’ve never had the pleasure of hiding in a foxhole, though I do remember this one cemetery in Kentucky, had a lot of sink holes and I was unfortunate enough to step in one. It was shallow enough to get out of but the resident spirits made certain it would be a chore.” The sister sighed again, leaning more towards the disheartened. “They were really quite lonely.”

“But isn’t that how we grow into the adults we are today? A life is built from mistakes and faults. It’s easier to see now that we’ve run the path, but so hard when you’re young. The youth of today is much different from when you or I were no more then knee high.” The nun finished her cider and shifted slightly to find a place to put it without leaving a mark of the neighboring furniture and settled into holding it between her hands. “Even I must have been a radical sight as a child. I believe my generation was into the rock and roll and groovy things.” Amused at her own self, Angel laughed quietly.

“It’s good to see you and your team came away unscathed. Though I don’t believe I saw Miss Evadne here yet.”

"Are you planning on leaving the Bureau for a few days over holiday? Or, rather, do you have anything exciting planned?"

“Mmm, Mother Superior has talked briefly about my return to the church next year. It would only be for a couple of weeks but I am not one hundred percent certain on that matter. I have yet to bring it Director Manning’s attention.” Angeleanna reached up and with one finger and ran it against the length of her jaw where the white cowl came across. “But!” She slapped the hand down on her knee, the sound muffled by her habit. “Let’s not dwell on that.”

“How about you? Or are agents not allowed to leave for personal time?”

[Frankie Guidicini]

>>“They were really quite lonely.”<<

"I would imagine that, with you for company, they could certainly be rid of that feeling for quite some time. If I were in the gave, I think I'd have a mind to pull you in myself." Frankie laughed shortly, ending the chuckles with a sigh. Well, one could dream." She pushed a dense brown curl back from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

>>“Even I must have been a radical sight as a child. I believe my generation was into the rock and roll and groovy things.”<<

"Ah yes. I must admit I am disappointed I missed the sixties in America. I don't think I would have partaken in the activities or become a 'flower child,'" Frankie paused for a moment and tried to picture Sister Angeleanna in a miniature version of herself with long hair and wearing garlands of flowers, and perhaps a tie-dyed robe, and grinned the largest grin anyone in the Bureau had seen her sport. "But I would have liked to observe. If that had happened when I was young, my father would have had none of it. If I wasn't going to be a proper English girl, I would be a proper Italian girl. I think I'm somewhere in between."

"There were some close calls..." Frankie said absentmindedly on the subject of missions, "But I pride myself that no one was lost. A good first assignment for a senior agent back from the frozen wastes of Russia."

>>“Mmm, Mother Superior has talked briefly about my return to the church next year. It would only be for a couple of weeks but I am not one hundred percent certain on that matter."<<

Any leftover happiness that Frankie's smile left on her face was now gone and her bow furrowed with worry. Sister Angeleanna leave? She did not like that idea at all. The good sister was perhaps the only person that Frankie felt she had a fellowship with. Not in manner of living or customs, but because this woman was very...savvy, perhaps, to Frankie's soul. She was a wonderful woman that Frankie admired. "I hope that you stay." Frankie slightly stumbled over her words, a break in her composure, but it only lasted a second.

>>“How about you? Or are agents not allowed to leave for personal time?” <<

"Since I looked human, I don't think it would be an issue," The woman said, her copper eyes slightly glazing over, "But my place is here at the Bureau, and I suppose it is my family now. Christmas shall be celebrated here, scowling at the children and most likely avoiding most company. I think I may just stay in my room with a good book and play some of my records."

[eternalwater]

Sal sat in his antisocial corner, hardly phased by the small amount of alcohol he had thus far drank. He was a bit surprised that no one had really noticed him. Then again, he rather enjoyed the solitude. He took in a long, deep breath and finished off the remainder of his glass then let it rest on the table next to him as he began to find himself lost in thought. He hadn't really met any of these people and figured that now was as good a time as any, but his legs just couldn't seem to get out of his chair.

He shuffled a bit before grabbing another drink and sitting back down, watching all of the events transpire. He had practically been here since the start of the party and as it began to unfold, he found himself having made no progress whatsoever. Though he was never really a social person, Sal was disappointed in himself. These were the people he was working with. He HAD to get to know them eventually, but he wasn't even trying. He let out another sigh before taking in another swig of the drink he had recently procured for himself.

He rested the glass down on the table and exhaled a bit. This drink was a mite stronger than the last one he drank, but he enjoyed the taste. A few moments later, he downed the rest of the glass in solitude. Soon enough, Sal began to feel the effects of the few drinks he had so far. Where he was not completely intoxicated, he could definitely feel a slight buzz. His vision slowly lost focus as he stood up to grab another drink. As he reached for a drink Sal thought to himself. He decided it was better if he didn't get completely plastered, lest he make a fool of himself.

Sal turned around and began to move back to his corner, but suddenly began to lose balance. It seems that Sal had drank more than he thought. He found himself barely able to walk in a straight line before he finally completely fell over with a very audible THWUMP. He shook his head and stood before saying in a very soft, slurred voice, "It's okay. I'm fine. No problemsh here." Then sat back down.

[Tabby Whitman-Foster]

Someone had gotten some towels, and Tabby helped mop up the mess and shattered alcohol, throwing the mess in a strategically placed garbage can. She had thought about putting her heels back on, but since things were beginning to get blurry around the edges, she thought it'd be best not to teeter around in heels. Instead, she wrapped two of the towels around her feet and secured them with stray pieces of garland as she continued the clean up.

No sooner had the alcohol mess been clean up than another person fell over, apparently from drink. Tabby began laughing kind of like a hyena before someone directed her to a chair to sit down. "Oh man....No more alcohol for us for sure..."

[Kasim Chionesu]

Kasim hauled the broken table out of the way to the side of the room and surveyed the occupants. It looked like that everybody who was coming was there. And since the diversion of alcohol was gone, and no one else was doing anything...Kasim branded himself as the person to keep the ball rolling.

"Let's open up the Secret Santa present, guys. Before anyone pukes or has to be hauled away to the med bay." Kasim stepped over to the Christmas tree and pulled out a box at random. "Our first recipient is..." He looked at the name tag. "Thane Whitefalcon! Get up here and open up your present!"