Look at how sad Cryogonal is.

Feel bad for Cryogonal.

A note for everyone who's finishing schoool and is hoping that not having to study at home will net more free time:

That's a lie.

But, well, I build aircraft. That's cool.

It's exactly that. They also suck up light around them but that's normal. Now I'll try these cookies. What ingredients did you use?

Thanks for the berries! Much appreciated c:

And things have been really busy for me this season - especially since I'm moving to the DC area next month! So yeah, no time for presentsome and all... save for the very best one my family could hope for! *cough first job cough* ;)

(I've got a Christmassey RWBY mission in the works that I hope to finish today, so have an alternate-ish ending to that, which might or might not end up being canon.)

The Aviator and Zeb portaled back to their response center, both soaked to the skin and shivering like mad.

Alex jumped up from the sofa in alarm, which caused Zeke to screech. "What happened to you guys?"

"You don't. Want. To know," the Aviator said grumpily, going over to the kitchenette and retrieving a bottle of Spirytus from the cupboard. She all but ripped the lid off and took a large gulp.

Zeb shook himself, sending water flying everywhere; Alex brought up his arms to shield his face just in time. "Oops. Sorry. But, er, yeah. You really don't want to know."

Alex gingerly, but sympathetically, patted Zeb on the head. "Oh, while you guys were gone, a couple of agents from the APD dropped by with presents," he said, nodding toward the still-undecorated tree. Three presents were set underneath it. "A guy named Marvin and, uh, somepony named Printworthy."

The Aviator, who had drained half the bottle by now, looked up, her eyes went wide. "S***, I didn't even think about getting anyone presents!"

"It's okay, we've still got plenty of time to think of some," Zeb said, eyeing the bottle. "Er, don't you think you've had enough? Maybe you should stop."

"No, I shan't, it's Christmas," the Aviator said, taking another gulp.

Zeb grimaced and turned back to Alex. "Thanks for letting us know."

"Hey, it was no problem," Alex said, holding out his arm so Zeke could land on his shoulder. "I think they'd like it if you guys visited sometime, you haven't seen them in--"

"Four hundred and thirty-five years," the Aviator interrupted, setting down the now-empty bottle on the counter with a thud.

"...Actually, I was going to say 'A few weeks'," Alex said, frowning at her. "Marvin mentioned doing a mission of some sort."

The Aviator shrugged and shuffled over to the bathroom, leaving a trail of seawater behind her. "I'm gonna get a shower," she said. "You guys can decorate without me." With that, she dissappered into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Zeb sighed and turned away from the door, his ears drooping. They perked back up when he caught sight of the tree in the corner. "So," he said, "decorating?"

Alex grinned. "Let's get started."

I used to read PPC stuff as a kid, but was too shy to ever say hi. This year someone on a different forum reminded me of here and I figured I'd try again.

Wobbles is busily sculpting a bouncy Canterlot Castle, and the Notary is expediting every single piece of electronic paperwork even tangentially connected to Marvin and Printworthy. =]

Also, after the Christmas period, would you like to help me out with that Suicidal Nightmare mission? =]