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[amberwaveograin.insanejournal.com]

Characters: Sif, open to everyone
Date/Time: Early morning, Tuesday December 25, 2012
Location: La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: It's Christmas morning! Let the traditions begin!

Even being immortal didn't keep Sif from getting up early. She quickly whipped up a batch of pastries and then, dressed in a long white gown with a red sash, a wreath lit with candles upon her golden hair, she began to deliver them.

Every room that was occupied, starting with her own family, was soon entered by Sif, carrying a breakfast tray. She sang softly as she put them on the nightstands and wished everyone a cheerful "Merry Christmas!"

Comments

[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

"Would you like to talk about it? True, my specialization is surgery, not psychiatry, but I'm still a qualified physician. I'd be happy to do what I can," he offered.

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

He shook his head and grinned, though it was a humorless one. "I appreciate it. Really. But I've been talking to so many people about how I feel about what happened, I feel like a broken record. Brings up things I'd rather not remember."

[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

"I see. In that case, perhaps a bit later in the day, I might offer you a holiday scotch?"

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

"When we get to that point, I'd be glad to take you up on that."

[ieter-amumon.insanejournal.com]

The doctor nodded.
"I don't advocate it as a cure, by any means, but sometimes a good stiff drink does help a bit."