/puts on the Twisted Sister Christmas Album [OPEN/CLOSED]

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WHO: Everyone on campus!
WHAT: Holiday goingons
WHERE: The Institute
WHEN: Threads can be set at any time this week.
WARNING(S): if a thread goes into warning label territory, either throw it in the subject line or take it to a separate log.

The entire campus is decorated for the holidays in red greens and silvers. It seems just about every major winter holiday is represented in some way. In the main lobby, there's an absolutely gigantic tree done up in a brilliant light display, with Emma Frost's touch added to the star. She's probably off somewhere enjoying a spot of cocoa with her old comrades, even. But really this wasn't so much for the Institute itself, but for all of its students. The ones that had no other home to return to....

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[the_prodigal_son]

[Jack just wrinkles his nose and decides he never needs to try and speak another language ever again.

More importantly, Feliks likes his present!]

It looks good on you.

[And this is probably the best-recieved gift so far, so he's practically glowing with pride.]

[niepokonany]

[Feliks beams up at him, with an excited little bounce.]

Well, duh, of course it would, right?

Here, hang on, I totally got you something, too!

[He skitters off to his dorm, and comes back with a package in red and white paper. Inside is a book -- Out and Proud: a Guide for Gay, Bisexual, Queer, and Questioning Youth -- as well as some home-baked gingerbread, a handful of Polish candies, and a stuffed puppy that kind of reminded him of Jack's weird, earnest demeanor.]

[the_prodigal_son]

[The book gets a sheepish smile, and he responds by storing it in his sweater to be read later. And he's about to thank him when-

...That's a dog. Oh no.

Jack lets out a little squeak and drops the box with a wince, as if he'd been burnt. Belatedly he notices the snacks must have suffered from the fall, but he stops halfway through the motion of picking the box up. He doesn't want to look at the dog. He lets out a small noise of indecision.]

Sorry... sorry... fucking shit, I'm really sorry... [For a second he almost seems like he's expecting to get punished for it.]

[niepokonany]

[Well, holy shit, that was unexpected! Feliks blinks at Jack's hands, like he's wondering if something leapt out and bit them, then at the floor.]

[Well... he's probably not cripplingly scared of gingerbread men, right?]

[Feliks picks up the puppy, and turns it into a fluffy unicorn like the ones on his pajamas, which seemed to be inoffensive enough.]

Hey, hey, it's no big! It's cool -- um, was it the dog? It's gone now, see? It's fine, no big deal...?

[the_prodigal_son]

[He blinks in confusion at the unicorn- he could swear that was a dog a second ago. He takes a deep breath. Unicorns are much better. And Feliks isn't mad at him for dropping the box, so... another deep breath. It's fine. He's fine.]

I don't like dogs. [He manages to say. It's more than he managed to tell Beast Boy. It's not like he has his tape recorder to hide behind for explanation right now. Hesitantly he leans down and picks the box back up, makes sure all the snacks are in order and giving the unicorn another glance before frowning.] I'm sorry for making a scene.

[And now, more than ever, it sounds like a child speaking instead of a full grown man.]

[niepokonany]

[Well, life at Xavier's has exposed Feliks to more than a few people who've got some... trigger issues. And he guesses he shouldn't be surprised to stumble across another of Jack's, since he does seem to have them in abundance.]

Hey, no big deal! I make a scene all the time, ask anybody.

[He imagines a big hoodie pocket onto his pajama top, and stashes the unicorn there.]

A lot of us have stuff we don't like, it's cool.