trans_9 | The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The plantsuits and space age clothing are so warm they almost forget they're in an environment that's negative seventy degrees Fahrenheit, (-21 degrees C). This would likely explain the snowball fight right in the middle of the mission. The mission that they've all forgotten. Remember the mission, guys? The mission to revive the Spirit of Giving? That mission?

They have to revive the Spirit of Giving hidden away in its own pocket dimension, accessible only by a portal they probably can't find. Where could this portal be? It could be anywhere! It could be under the ice, under the sea, at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean.

The portal could be... suddenly wavering in the sky above them, like the aurora. Yes, there it is up in the sky, pushing the clouds out of the way to expose the sky overhead, caught in its three-month night, the stars sparkling in the frigid air. The sweeping colors probably remind them of the view from Obs Deck, and as it descends down from the sky closer to the snow, it bathes them all in a curtain of flickering pinks, greens, and blues. The edges of it burn white and then the portal opens up to a white space, that they can't see into. There is the delicate sound of bells coming from somewhere.

Their snowball fight did this.

The spirit thrived on joy, after all. What else would be the key to its home?

Well, what are you waiting for, folks? Dive in.

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Ignoring Leaf's situation, Scout bent over into the bag, rummaging through. When he found nothing of interest, he pulled his head out only to have a similar set of antlers attached to his hat and a red ball placed on his nose.

"Oh now I'm %^*&@#$ Rudolph," memories from first grade Christmas pageant flooded back. He grumped.

Leaf just huffed and laid her ears back as she peered at the Scout. At least she wasn't the only one suffering this particular indignity.

"I do not see the point in...wearing things," she said, almost sounding like she was testing the word out. Talk about clothes wasn't something she was familiar with.

"You're a %^*&@#$ talking wolf," Ever eloquent, that Scout. Even if they were currently buddies in indignity, he still had to get over meeting a talking wolf first.

"I am a Garou," Leaf snapped back, her hackles rising briefly. "I am One-Leaf-Ear, Ahroun cliath of the Red Talons."

"Okay One-Leaf-Ear," he mocked back (Having a fancy name didn't change her from being a %^*&@#$ talking wolf...). "What do you suggest we do about the god damn antlers?"

Hand motions are nessecary for extra emphasis.

Leaf just stared levelly at him. "I would suggest we get them off." With that, she shifted up into crinos, and with the help of her thumbs (glorious thumbs!) yanked the antlers off her head.

"It is not that difficult."

Big crinos was biiiiiig, so Scout just sort of stared for a moment.

It took a moment, but he composed himself and plucked off the red nose. He grumped again (because seriously did he just let a wolf outsmart him?).

"I coulda thoughta that."

Leaf kicked the antlers to the side and shifted down into hispo. It lacked the thumbs and bipedality, but she didn't particularly care about either. Her attention switched to the cars, and she glowered at them for a moment before looking back to Scout.

"You will have to deal with those. I am unfamiliar with them, and I have no wish to learn about them."

What? Scout's attention moved to the row of cars behind him. "Is that a..?"

Oh yes, that was one smoooooth (http://firsttraderegistry.com/forsale/5_06/60cadillac2/1958%201960%20cadillac%20sekulich%20007.jpg) looking vehicle. Scout slid on over into the drivers seat, tenderly running a hand over the steering wheel. Oh this was nice, very nice.

The reindeer antlers sat forgotten atop his head.

Leaf grabbed the bag in her teeth and followed after him. She stopped to circle car warily, sniffing at it before using her teeth to yank the door open.

The Talon looked at the car interior, then at the bag before shifting down to lupus and grabbing the bag in her teeth again. Carefully, she backed into the passenger's seat, dragging the bag along with her.

Scout shot Leaf a disapproving look. She'll scratch this car with her teeth.

"So we supposed'ta deliver these gifts or somethin' now?" He didn't really want to, but he did want an excuse to go joyriding in this baby.

Leaf returns the disapproving look. She'd rather that they didn't have to use things at all.

"Apparently. We might as well begin traveling."

Good enough for Scout. He turns the key, shifts into gear and...

"Holy %&#^, it flies." The car heaved up off the ground. It also gained about a thousand more points in the awesome department.

Leaf, meanwhile, pinned her ears back and just stared out the window. Garou, Red Talons in particular, weren't made to fly.

"Yes," she said through gritted fangs. "I noticed."

Scouts weren't made for flying, either, but that didn't stop him. He revved the engine.

"Let's go," it didn't occur to Scout that his 'partner' would be anything other than completely willing to fly at incredible speeds through the air in a car. Well, maybe it did, he just didn't care.

With that, he pressed down the peddle and vroooooomed off.

The Talon let out a snarl of surprise as the car took off, staring down at ground below. "Why would any ape think this is a good idea?" She quickly turned her head away from the window and stared out the windshield.

It was still an uncomfortable reminder than they were flying, but not seeing the ground helped. A little.

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