[ tags ] -- It was way too early for this, Hyperion knew it. And yet he couldn't help himself. The Veil needed a good dose of holiday cheer as far as he was concerned, and there was nothing that couldn't be solved with some good decorations and some punch to go along with them. Humming to himself, the tiger brought out the massive bowl of oddly-glowing punch, made from an assortment of the Veil's strange luminescent fruits. There was no alcohol in it, and he'd be damned if he let anyone spike it while he was working, but he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.
"There's punch out here if anyone wants some," the midnightbringer called, hoping he wouldn't have to drink it all himself. "And we're putting up the holiday lights, so if you want to be a scrooge about it then stay inside." His temper had been more than a little short as of late. Valerian's torture, Selene's capture and reappearance, it was all weighing heavily on the tiger and he was finding it increasingly difficult to justify the pacifism and life-is-good attitude that had defined him since his arrival here. He was still a good-natured beast, kind to those around him in sum, but his patience with himself and with others was wearing a little thin.
But he was determined to be in a good mood, so the humming was forcing him to at least superficially be happy. As he returned to the long strand of glowing pebbles, the humming intensified until it was a kind of odd close-lipped warbling, quite loud and quite off-key. But he would be festive, dammit! And these lights would put everyone in the holiday spirit, he knew they would. Each pebble had been loving effused with soft glowing light by Hyperion, and strung along tough slender vines so that he could hang them from just about everything in the camp. When he was done, things were going to look like a goddamn holiday village around here. "I could use some help with all these lights if anyone is bored." He'd made tens of strands of these lights, and as he began hanging them from anything and everything he quickly realized that doing this by himself would take all day. Some help would be mightily appreciated.
pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.