Cynthia
[Three things worth mentioning right now. Cynthia had been up all night doing this, but she decided to decorate the ship to something a little more festive. So don't be surprised with all the wreaths and bells EVERYWHERE. Even some mistletoe hidden here and there, because why not?

Two. She found this darling thing on the boat and she just HAD to wear it. She found some other dresses too, they're in the storage room for the other girls.

and three, we were given eggnog, blankets and presents. She intends to use them. Merry Christmas Hazzies!]


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Faye Valentine

*First, there's some quiet singing over the journals - a soft, gentle song. But it soon becomes gradually louder and more enthusiastic. Not the best voice ever heard, but it's nice enough. More than anything, though, this woman sound especially happy*

It's nearly Christmas! Isn't that exciting? Really the most wonderful time of the year!

Time for singing, time for dancing, time for being with your friends and loved ones!

*It's possible that most people have never heard Faye sound quite so chipper - just so clearly full of joy*

And time for playing dress up!

*Then she's singing again, this time with a jingle of bells, and the sounds of feet tapping. Yes, Faye is singing and dancing beside her journal in her mysterious but rather beautiful dress. Her post ends in a delighted laugh*

Merry Christmas, everyone! Sending you all Christmas wishes - happiness, love, joy, peace!~

*To anyone in her crew, Faye will be found dancing and waltzing around the ship in a rather dashing blue gown, complete with small silver bells. She looks nothing but utterly happy*
 

 
 
Hester Shaw
24 December 2014 @ 07:38 pm
[Voice]

It was just moonfest. Shortest day of the year. It'll only get brighter from now on. Too bad, I like the night.

[Action]

Hester's gotten into the free eggnog, after making sure it's not poisonous by testing it on the calf. So she's up on the deck with a semi-drunk calf, looking a little more wistful than normal (which is any degree of wistfulness at all, really)]

...Damn, forgot my moonfest wishes. Alright, let's see...Tom...Anna...All of Batmunkh Gompa, I really don't want them to get destroyed by that ancient weapon...Captain Harlock...James...Haytham, wherever he damn well is, so he can come back and fix whatever mess he made of Blackfisk...Oh why the hell not, the rest of the crew too...And you, I hope it doesn't hurt too much when I make you into barbeque...

[She pats the side of the calf, who sways and lows]