Well, bollocks.

[xp_daytripper]

Change of Christmas plans. Big change of Christmas plans. Instead of heading over to Muir, or visiting Rom or even going over to the mansion for free food, I get to spend my Christmas in the brownstone. With all the people I work with. In quarantine.

Excuse me for a minute while I go swear a lot. Wouldn't want to earn a post-it of my own.

Okay, back. Urge to strangle that bloody Infectia woman still there, but at least I won't offend anyone with bad language. Unless 'bloody' counts. And 'bollocks'. Oh, bugger it - I'm English, swearing colourfully is what we do.

But yeah. We're all locked in the brownstone for the forseeable, we're getting tests and the rest done every day to make sure our DNA isn't re-writing itself or something, and no-one's allowed in or out.

Merry fucking Christmas.

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Oh lord, that's horrible. I know you were excited about going to Muir...can you guys still get Christmas presents? And how long are y'all gonna be stuck?

[xp_daytripper]

At least a week, just to make sure we're not going to spread this thing around. And as long as it can survive decontamination, we're allowed stuff from outside. Giving presents is a bit trickier - good thing I ordered yours from Amazon. *grins* Has the box turned up yet?

This suck, to quote the kids.

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Yeah, the box came and was promptly snatched away from me to be stashed under the Christmas tree. Good thing I'm patient.

So no exploding boxes for Christmas this year? Darn, that was my best idea. Guess it's on to plan two...fruitcake. It'll survive anything right?

[xp_daytripper]

Yay. *grins*

Fruitcake could survive a nuclear winter, even. If it's anything like the one Rom had at that Christmas at her dad's, year before last.