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Stark ([personal profile] stykera) wrote2024-12-24 10:42 am

Onboard Moya, Tuesday Fandom time

They'd left Fandom early this morning in Summer's ship which had been loaded up with as much Christmas as they could fit into it.

Pilot had cleared them for landing and as soon as they'd done so Stark and Summer were scrambling out of the ship and starting to unload. It was going to take a while.

When the others made their way in to the docking bay and stood, staring, as the contents of the ship were proudly displayed. There were wrapped gifts. There were wreaths. There were trees. There were so many lights. There were so many cookies. There was a cooler with eggnog. There were ornaments. There was tinsel. There was a bag full of ugly sweaters but that would come later.

"Astro! You rob a store or 12 on the way here? What is all this?" Crichton asked, eyes wide.

"We brought Christmas," Stark said. "I don't know if it's the right time here but it was the right time at home, on the island, and so...we brought it with us. I told you we were coming."

"Yeah but you didn't say you were gonna puke up Christmas all over Moya."

"Is it okay?" Stark asked, voice suddenly small and worried.

"It's frelling amazing, Stark. You did good. You too, Summer." Crichton flashed her a smile. "Y'all need help unloading?"

[NFB on account of it's in spaaaaaace. For the girlfriend but I can hardly stop anyone from calling or texting cos I'm not the boss of you]
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2024-12-24 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Summer met that glance with a lift of her eyebrow and felt absolutely compelled to add, "He had to become a party guy if he was going to have any hope of keeping up with me," because, come on, Stark, credit where credit was due!

But, with that said, she slipped away from her friend-lean on Chiana to be the driving force in getting this particular party rolling.

"Last one to the main whatever-you-guys-call-it," she said, hefting up a box she knew held some of the parts of one of the many fake trees she'd brought with the intention of combining them all into some sort of unholy Frankentree, "gets stuck checking for dead lights! And anyone not wearing their sweater will have the Mistle-Drone flown over their head the instant they're next to Rygel!"