NekoAli

*sneaks over and gives a top hat and cane to Fedor*

Dance sackboy, dance!

*rolls around in the snow with the pug, making kitteh and pug angels, then runs back in and shakes snow over everyone*

No kick the pug! They're cute! How can you be mean to this little guy?



*gives lots of pug-hugs*

*places a powdered donut on Fedor's head while he's distracted*

tsk. Now I'm off looking at places that sell Victorian and steampunk apparel and wishing I had money again.

*rips off her petticoats and straps on some Aether Intesification Projection Devices on her hips*

Alright then. After we have tea, it's time to go hunting for some air pirates.

People might be busy.

Then again, we're a fairly silly group, and the Victorian era was inherently very prim and proper. Unless you add steampunk to it, then it gets all silly again.

Oddly enough, I ran across this nice place that sells steampunk jewelry this morning. Very pretty items, I want to buy some. http://www.etsy.com/shop/simplywillow

*reclines on her fainting couch and concentrates on trying to breathe without being able to move her chest*

Some tea and cakes would be lovely. Oh Clockwork Jeeves, could you fetch me my fan?

Oh, I do wish you a good morning, gentle people. I would have been out and about earlier, but you know it simply takes forever to put on this corset and all the petticoats and finery.

ooh, Bring me back a slice of sausage, would you please Rooky?

Hiya Fedor. Snow day off with pay? I guess that's okay, to bad you've got to clear off the snow because of it. Then again, last year when we had a snow day here, power was out for three days. I hope that doesn't happen again. And it's the one time I was happy my heating was gas.

That video was very good Rooky. Everyone should watch it, oh twenty, thirty times. I'm sure it won't have any effect on your sanity at all.

ia ia! Merry Cthulhu ftagn!

Good luck to both of you DC!

*puts a silver bow in DC's hair*

*dumps a pile of snow on Mutant while they sleep*

No sleepies! Decorating time!

You have stolen my picture, Hawkes! =^.^=

Kind of amusing stories. I always have to roll my eyes when people associate Christmas trees, Santa, presents and the like with religion... Unless it's a religion of greed. Sure if you bring out the nativity scene or a menorah or something like that you're getting into religion.. but putting up and decorating a tree, putting on some Bing Crosby and sipping eggnog? Heck anyone can enjoy that.

*drags in a 20 foot tree and sets it up in the middle of the Rookery.*

Now, who wants to help me decorate this bad boy?

*passes out mugs of hot chocolate in honor of Soul Train*

*is splatted by a snow boulder and leaves a kitteh shaped hole in the side of her fort*

Yeah.. it's embarassing enough to see those sorts of antics at sports events or conventions or what have you. In theory business ventures are supposed to be more professional. Professional and running around screaming like a jerk does not go together. Oh well.

*takes aim at the Sack-Fort and lets fly with a trebuchet full of packed snow.*

Take that, you rascally rabb... err, Sackperson!

That's a cute and clever game there, Rooky.

*takes a delayed action snowball to the side of the head and goes down with a peep*

Of course you know.. this means war!

*pulls a lever and buries the entire Rookery. under four feet of snow, then dives into a drift to start putting together a fortress and make snowball ammunition*

But.. I like snow. It's pretty and fun to play in. If only it wasn't so cold.

*drops a big pile of snow onto Fedor, then makes a nice blue feather head dress for herself*

There we go. I are pretty now.

*stumbles in from work and picks up the tasty coffee beverage*

Mmm, thanks, Tux, that hits the spot. Morning Shecky. Let me get that for you there, Rooky.

*plucks all of Rook's feathers and replaces them with spares from the closet*

I keep them numbered for just such an emergency.

Hey, don't look at me. The Chef is great, but Gonzo was always my favorite.

I like the idea, but I have never had any purples with which to participate.

No, scritching kitties behind the ear is the answer to everything.

*purrs happily*