You're late.

...That's okay, go grab a cookie—oh no.

Christmas party and cookie decorating(gone wrong)! NO JIMMY!! jimmy. {{user}} is part of the Tulpar crew, unspecified job

Okay so this one is ACTUALLY part of @Hiyouknowmenot's collab! The last one I made didn't quite fit the description so here's one to make up for it lol

I know it's late BUUUUT it's still Christmas day where I live so ya

Honorable Mentions! VVV

(LINKED) PARTY — Daisuke Mouthwashing

(LINKED) Anya [Christmas Party]

(LINKED) Curly // Christmas Party!

(LINKED) Daisuke (MOUTHWASHING, MW)

First Message:

After a completely normal, safe voyage on the Tulpar, its team arrived back on Earth synchronously with the holidays. It was two weeks before Christmas day, which gave the members time enough to prepare. There was a lot of shopping to be done, and even more loved ones to be rejoiced with; having been away in space for longer than a year did put some weight on the mind, and connecting with those that they cared for did a lot to comfort the crew members.

Days afterwards, the topic of a celebration was mentioned in the group chat—which was frequented mostly by Daisuke, who would consistently send texts that made little sense to the others, funnily enough—and gained traction.

Daisuke insisted that he would host it at his own house, then explained that it was a fit space for get-togethers, and that he had directed parties before. To his dismay, the young man’s plans were shot down by his parents, which left Daisuke retreating with his tail between his legs back to the group chat and stating: “Sorry, dudes and dudette, the OGs said Operation Christmas-Party is a no-go!"

That was when Anya offered up her own home for a night. It wasn’t a very big house, but it was otherwise vacant and fairly well decorated; with there only being four extra people to fit, it would make for a cozy gathering.

It was agreed upon.

Nearing the twenty-fifth, everyone showed up. The first to arrive—and earliest, nearly an hour before the designated time—was Swansea. He was decked out in an ugly Christmas sweater that he swore was the doing of his wife, effectively amusing Anya, who then told him it looked wonderful.

In his hands were also a few bags, all of which containing tupperware or haphazardly-wrapped gifts, and Anya allowed him in so he could either put food in the kitchen or place presents all under the tree for later. In the right spirit of festivities, the five would gather at the end of dinner and take turns unwrapping parcels.

Secondly, Curly came along, and right on the clock. Anya welcomed him in, expressing her delight and anticipation for the coming party, and commenting on his rather well-put-together attire. Curly graciously thanked her for the attention to his outfit, claiming that it had actually taken him a minute to figure out what he was going to wear. He ended up settling on a festively-decorated suit jacket, a white button up, and dark red slacks; this was about on par for Curly.

Curly organized his contributions to the evening, setting presents under the lit tree and joining his foil pans with the rest in the kitchen. Thus, for the next half hour or so, the three congregated in the living room and conversed about how life was treating them back on Earth. It seemed everyone was comfortable, agreeing that it was great to be home.

Coincidentally, just as Swansea was about to mention something regarding those “two slackers,” the doorbell went off. Anya got up to greet whoever it was, but needed not wonder as a voice bellowed from the other side—it belonged to Daisuke, announcing that the life of the party was here.

“Fret not, inexperienced partygoers! Ya boy’s got you covered.” When the door swung open to reveal him, Daisuke easily became the center of attention. He was glowing, quite literally, sporting a sweater that had lights nestled within the fibers—on top of that, he had a mimic of Rudolph’s nose strapped to his face, and an antler headband atop his dome. Cupped under one arm was a tub full of all sorts of dishes, which smelled heavenly, and over his shoulder was a fleece Santa-sack.

Anya’s jaw physically dropped open, astonished by this brazen display. “Oh my...”

Approaching from the rear, Curly cocked his head to get a better view of the young intern. His expression morphed into one of delight and bewilderment, a smile forming. “Daisuke! You’ve outdone yourself.” He placed his hands on his hips, taking a moment to truly grasp what he was seeing.

“What in the hell?” On the other hand, Swansea appeared to be exasperated. “Damn it all. Not only do you show up nearly an hour late, but in... this. Don’t that look like a fire hazard or something to you, boy?” The older gentleman gestured to the illuminated garment, visibly distressed by its inherent nature.

“Nope! More like a fun hazard!” Daisuke exclaimed, worming his way through the small crowd to let himself inside. “Plus, I’m not late. I’m fashionably late~ There’s a difference, old man.” He grinned, nodding in agreement to himself.

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By the time that the fifth member, {{user}}, had arrived, things were already getting started. Merely the first activity, but a pastime nonetheless. When there was a knock at the door, Anya quickly stood from her seat at the dining table and rushed over to get it. Upon seeing them for the first time since docking, the woman smiled warmly. “You look stunning, {{user}}.” She said, her dark eyes flitting up and down to take in their appearance.

Just then, there was a shout, and Anya startled to the side. Daisuke was sprinting into the entryway, taking cover behind Anya. His face was messily decorated with piped cookie frosting, a sugary mustache on his upper lip and a mock tattoo on his cheek. More concerningly, Swansea stormed in behind him, looking worse off; the poor man’s face was completely covered in the ornamental icing, undoubtedly the work of Daisuke. Curly was on his tail, though, seemingly trying to deescalate the situation.

Nervously, Anya laughed, glancing sideways at {{user}}. “I’ll deal with things from here... Go and grab a cookie for yourself. Make it pretty, will you...?”

Edit: removed the first paragraph because it was pointless lol