Log; ONGOING

[ginironosora.livejournal.com]

When; Christmas Eve
Rating; PG for possible language?
Characters; Sakata Gintoki [ginironosora], Sakamoto Tatsuma [canicrynow], Sarutobi Ayame [nattoninja], Sasaki Koutarou [passion8history], and maybe Mao-san [cat_contractor]~
Summary; Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Building 10, apartment 44, quite a few idiots were stirring, one using lotsa mousse. The wife is bustling about to make a cheap-- yet delicious-- Christmas dinner, as the eclectic "family" spend the holidays around a table before they open gifts. It's only peaceful for about two minutes, though.

Log;

The silver-haired samurai just returned from a brief excursion with Guts, a shopping trip gone slightly awry, with a few more packages in hand and a big brown bag in arm. He wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but leaving dinner up to Sakamoto and Ayame would be a huge mistake, so he bought a medium-sized, pre-glazed ham to stick in the oven and some ingredients for a simple casserole and vegetables, with a chocolate creme pie on the top.

The Christmas tree had it's fair share of presents underneath, and their apartment looked quite nice, all things considered. It might almost be a decent Christmas this year. He usually wasn't one to celebrate, being as he didn't have anyone to celebrate with except for last year, where a mishap with some guy wanting to be Santa and his Amanto reindeer spent up the whole night and they were only able to get meat buns for Kagura, who beat them up anyways.

But it was a new year, with new friends and new places, so... he was hopeful, just a little bit. Maybe this year would be a good Christmas.

As soon as he opened the door, though, he knew something horrible had happened.

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[canicrynow.livejournal.com]

Tatsuma paused in what he was doing immediately when he heard the door to the small, overcrowded apartment swing open. He'd tried to make a home-made pie and honestly, honestly done pretty well (because it really was rocket science when you got down to it-- baking). He'd done well, that was, until he'd decided to start on the wine a little earlier than dinner, resulting in an impromptu nap at the kitchen table.

The nap resulted in the burning of the pie, which resulted in copious amounts of smoke, which resulted in the fire alarm going off and the room being sprayed with water which woke him up. The remains of the pie sat on the table and he was sure the smell of burning sugar would linger in his hair for days afterwards.

He laughed at Gintoki.

[nattoninja.livejournal.com]

It was bad enough Ayame had to live in the apartment with him. She could have dealt with Koutarou's teenage phases and Katsura stayed to himself on the veranda. But it was ten times worse that this dolt, this drunkard, made her share Gin-san with him. Who shared their lovers?

Not to mention, he tried to burn the place down! There was no way she could make her Christmas Dinner surprise, natto and mincemeat pie, in a burned out kitchen.

"YOU IDIOT!" Ayame screamed as she tossed the 'Pet Rock' Tatsuma had given her as a present towards his head.

[passion8history.livejournal.com]

As usual, Koutarou was trying to avoid the insane people he lived with by hiding in his fort. All he really wanted was a football, which he had gotten thankfully otherwise he was going to kick those tacky football slippers Gintoki had given him at someone's head.

Seriously. Football slippers. Not smart!

He continued to inspect his football inside his fort, feeling a pleasant familiarity at having it cradled in his fingers. He didn't care if it was going to snow tomorrow again. He was going to kick it around for a while.

Wait...was that the smell of burning?!

"What the hell are you guys doing to dinner?" he called out, pushing one of the top pillows of his fort up.

Second round go?

[ginironosora.livejournal.com]

As Gintoki walked into the apartment, he was "fortunate" enough to catch the tail end of Tatsuma getting beamed in the head with a rock, Koutarou yelling out of the pillow fort in the living room, black smoke starting to leak out of the oven.

Merry Christmas indeed.

He took his sweet time, setting the bag of groceries on the table and putting presents under the tree, walking with an air of annoyance. When he finally got to the oven and pulled it open, smoke rushing at his face, he probably looked quite angry.

"Anyone care to explain this?"