Bon Temps, Louisiana [Christmas morning!]
pretty headtilt
justwantsquiet
Once again, Sookie was up as early as she could be, to lay out a few gifts for people who might want to believe that Santa had brought them, and then she was padding into the kitchen to brew coffee and start breakfast.

[second verse, same as the first - still playing, but at least I posted at the right time. Merry Christmasssss!!!!!!]

Bon Temps, Louisiana [December 23rd -- NO REALLY, IT'S A DAY BEHIND IN SOOKIE'S 'VERSE]
cheeriest little lady
justwantsquiet
Being Nothinged temporarily and trapped in another universe hadn't exactly quelled Sookie's Christmas spirit.

[omg THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP YESTERDAY AND I COMPLETELY, COMPLETELY FORGOT. Many thanks to solo_sword for reminding me, HOW HARD TO I SUCK? Anyway. Not coded 'cause we're still playing, but yay Christmas, and yay for holiday handwaving to make the timeline on this make sense, since I forgot to post. *facepalm*]

Christmas in Bon Temps Preplay #2 [Christmas morning]
whaaaat a dork
justwantsquiet
Once again, Sookie was up as early as she could be, to lay out a few gifts for people who might want to believe that Santa had brought them, and then she was padding into the kitchen to brew coffee and start breakfast.

And if she brought Kennedy's gifts into the kitchen with her to store in the airing cupboard, well, she didn't want anyone to see them and be depressed. Because she certainly was. But she'd just hold onto them until they heard from Kennedy again, and it'd be fine.

It was Christmas. It had to be.
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Christmas in Bon Temps Preplay #1 [arrival]
i am adorable when thinky
justwantsquiet
Being Nothinged temporarily and trapped in another universe hadn't exactly quelled Sookie's Christmas spirit. When the Fandom crew began arriving for the holidays on the 23rd, again, the tree was up, the house smelled like cookies, and there was a large stack of gifts under the tree.

Because please. This was Christmas. It was serious business.
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Stackhouse Residence [Bon Temps, Louisiana, Sunday afternoon]
thinky thinks
justwantsquiet
Sookie had a Bobby! She had him for the whole weekend, and while it was now Sunday afternoon and that meant he'd probably be leaving for his portal to New York in a matter of hours, for the time being she was ignoring that in favor of mixing up cookie batter.

He'd already been a trooper and sat through the morning shift at Merlotte's with her, and while there had been a near-incident involving a slightly-inebriated customer giving Sookie a pat on the behind, Sookie still thought that a visit -- and patience, and not icing up the bar she worked in -- warranted cookies as a reward.

"These don't need to be anatomically correct little figures like at Christmas," she told Bobby as she whisked in some peanut butter. "Or...dolphins. That was just weird, between you and Karla."

Stackhouse Residence [Bon Temps, Louisiana, Tuesday afternoon]
do go on
justwantsquiet
Sookie was done with her first week of classes.

Sookie had spent nearly fifty bucks on gas this week, going back and forth from Shreveport -- not to mention the five hundred of Eric's money she'd had to drop on textbooks. Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, that was a lot of money for books.

But she was happy. She was in classrooms -- usually wearing the shield necklace Karla had given her so she could concentrate -- and learning, and no one was treating her like a freak, and everyone even sounded like her and it was just...nice. And she had a job! Sam had taken her on her first week back, and now, she was one of the regular waitresses, every Friday and Saturday night, and the odd lunch shift.

Now, though, she was stretched out on her living room floor, highlighter in hand as she studied her psychology notes. While she'd initially been kidding, the idea of a double major in psychology and social work appealed, despite the idea of how hard the work would be. Her phone was nearby, though, and part of her was sort of hoping someone might call and interrupt.

[open for calls and texts and whatnot!]

ooc: availabilty of set-my-own-hair-on-fire levels of frustration
fairy royalty
justwantsquiet
So! As some of you may know, I moved (again) over the weekend. I had totally been anticipating the need to ping from my phone and all, so while things were on the SP side of things, it wasn't an issue.

Unfortunately, I don't have electricity in my new place. The previous tennants reneged on their bill, so we're stuck with jumping through hoops to prove that we'll actually be reliable and pay. What this means is that while I can ping on my phone, I have no means to actually charge said phone.

It's awesome. So anyway - SP from me has turned into SP of Doom while we figure this out, and hopefully we'll have The Holy Internets up and running in here ASAP.

Room 516 [all day]
thinky thinks
justwantsquiet
It was funny how everything Sookie had -- whether she'd accumulated it in Fandom, like her laptop, or brought it with her like her muffin tins -- managed to fit into a few boxes.

Most of it was being shipped, but the question was how much she was going to not ship. She had a to-do list out, full of reminders to say goodbye to nocturnal folks that night, and to make sure to grab her toothbrush.

It was just sort of starting to hit her, the sadness, but she was pushing that away. Now was packing time. Tears could come later.

[open door and post! this is Sookie's last open post in Fandom. *wails*]

Room 516 [Wednesday evening]
cuteness
justwantsquiet
"And that," Sookie said, bumping open the door to her room with her hip as she threw her little suitcase onto the floor and leaned against the wall, "is what you'll have to look forward every time you come to visit me. Though I'm sure time spent in Bon Temps'll be a lot lazier than time spent in New York, but still, portal travel is tiring."

She glanced over at Bobby, still a little concerned about how he'd randomly started talking to himself a bit during the trip, but she was waiting for the right time to mention that. "You sure you wanna go through it? We could just write adorable love letters and spare you the exhaustion."

Philosoraptor A2 [laaaate evening]
beddie-bye
justwantsquiet
Sookie was asleep.

It might have been more accurate to say that Sookie was doing her best to hibernate. She had donned her flannel pajamas -- a luxury usually reserved for the dead of January, even if they cutely had penguins on them -- and had put on slippers, too. She'd added as many blankets as she could to her bed, and had even dug out a hot water bottle. This'd been kind of her nightly routine since they'd had to start dealing with cabins again, in the apparent dead of winter. It was the only way it seemed bearable.

In any case, she was huddled up under her covers, sound asleep with her blankets tucked up under her chin, even.

[for a person in particular, lalala.]

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