Artie Abrams is delving through some really old photos. Still.

Be scared. Be very scared!

Who: showingnuttage & anyone who might also be out Christmas shopping
What: Christmas shopping
Where: He's braved his way into Macy's
When: Wednesday
Rating: G

Although Sam tried not to let it get him down, even these days his dyslexia proved to be a problem. He had initially attempted to do his Christmas shopping online, but when all the websites and prices plus shipping costs for so many items and more shipping costs if you added more items really started to screw with his head. He knew he had to brave the New York crowds and try to do it the conventional way. A trip back home to Lima for a family Christmas was on the cards, so he couldn't get away with just sending voucher or anything this time, and a he wove his way through all the different departments, he was re-learning why he hated shopping so much to start with.

Plus, being Christmas time, people were cold and they were cranky, kids were snotty and whiney, and Sam was pissed off and impatient. Really not a good a mix. Plus, his mind kept trying to wander back to the weekend and what happened in Atlantic City... Once again, he had to shake himself to try and stay on track as he veered into the section full of Christmas chocolates. At least he could start to cover his mom and sister here.


[ooc: Mun is heading to bed quite soon, but will catch any tags in the morning. Multiple taggers welcome. As usual, will just assume one scene happened after the other if that's the case.]

Who: showingnuttage & anyone who might also be out Christmas shopping
What: Christmas shopping
Where: He's braved his way into Macy's
When: Wednesday
Rating: G

Although Sam tried not to let it get him down, even these days his dyslexia proved to be a problem. He had initially attempted to do his Christmas shopping online, but when all the websites and prices plus shipping costs for so many items and more shipping costs if you added more items really started to screw with his head. He knew he had to brave the New York crowds and try to do it the conventional way. A trip back home to Lima for a family Christmas was on the cards, so he couldn't get away with just sending voucher or anything this time, and a he wove his way through all the different departments, he was re-learning why he hated shopping so much to start with.

Plus, being Christmas time, people were cold and they were cranky, kids were snotty and whiney, and Sam was pissed off and impatient. Really not a good a mix. Plus, his mind kept trying to wander back to the weekend and what happened in Atlantic City... Once again, he had to shake himself to try and stay on track as he veered into the section full of Christmas chocolates. At least he could start to cover his mom and sister here.


[ooc: Mun is heading to bed quite soon, but will catch any tags in the morning. Multiple taggers welcome. As usual, will just assume one scene happened after the other if that's the case.]

Who: somekindofright & fabraymazing
What: A helpful shoulder to cry on and some deja vu.
Where: Louise's Apartment
When: Thursday night (technically Friday morning~)
Rating: PG-13? DON'T ASK ME TO DECIDE THESE THINGS.

A warning bell went off within Quinn as soon as she'd received Louise's text, and she'd been a tad anxious to get to the girl's apartment since then. Her evening went by incredibly slow - she spent the majority of it tagging along behind a doctor she didn't really like who never let her do anything but constantly asked her questions ('What would you do in this situation? And why would we do that?'). When it was ten to twelve, she asked for permission to leave early and started on her trek. Louise's apartment wasn't very far away, and she wasn't concerned about going home to change out of her scrubs - this girl had seen her nine months pregnant, waddling down a hallway; Quinn was pretty sure she would be able to deal with a scrub top covered in Santa and Mrs. Claus.

She walked speedily to the girl's neighborhood, not wanting to arrive too late, and when she came to the doorstep of her building she checked her time: 12:19. Not too bad. She took the stairs to the girl's floor before ambling down the hallway to her apartment door and knockng a few times as lightly as she could. She pulled her coat around her tightly as she waited, an odd sense of worry bubbled within her - she was about ninety percent sure she was just overreacting with that, though.


[ooc: i know what you're thinking - was it really necessary to link to that scrub top? and the answer is an emphatic 'yes'.]

Who: somekindofright & fabraymazing
What: A helpful shoulder to cry on and some deja vu.
Where: Louise's Apartment
When: Thursday night (technically Friday morning~)
Rating: PG-13? DON'T ASK ME TO DECIDE THESE THINGS.

A warning bell went off within Quinn as soon as she'd received Louise's text, and she'd been a tad anxious to get to the girl's apartment since then. Her evening went by incredibly slow - she spent the majority of it tagging along behind a doctor she didn't really like who never let her do anything but constantly asked her questions ('What would you do in this situation? And why would we do that?'). When it was ten to twelve, she asked for permission to leave early and started on her trek. Louise's apartment wasn't very far away, and she wasn't concerned about going home to change out of her scrubs - this girl had seen her nine months pregnant, waddling down a hallway; Quinn was pretty sure she would be able to deal with a scrub top covered in Santa and Mrs. Claus.

She walked speedily to the girl's neighborhood, not wanting to arrive too late, and when she came to the doorstep of her building she checked her time: 12:19. Not too bad. She took the stairs to the girl's floor before ambling down the hallway to her apartment door and knockng a few times as lightly as she could. She pulled her coat around her tightly as she waited, an odd sense of worry bubbled within her - she was about ninety percent sure she was just overreacting with that, though.


[ooc: i know what you're thinking - was it really necessary to link to that scrub top? and the answer is an emphatic 'yes'.]

Noah "Puck" Puckerman really kinda wants to play Dreidel. Where my Jews at?

Can we go play Dreidel with Puck at his place? PLEEEEASE?

Who? jewhawk, dancnwithmyself, morbidbubbles, and iwannabedirty (britt_bubble is also welcome!)
Where? Puck's place in Brooklyn
When? Monday night, the last day of Chanukah
Rating: PGish

( I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay... Or bought it at the store... Whatever... )

Who? jewhawk, dancnwithmyself, morbidbubbles, and iwannabedirty (britt_bubble is also welcome!)
Where? Puck's place in Brooklyn
When? Monday night, the last day of Chanukah
Rating: PGish

( I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay... Or bought it at the store... Whatever... )