Christmas Party! Millitimed Vaguely to "Sometime Around Christmas"

[kitchen_maid]

Anne and Amy have been very very busy over the last week or so, transforming their usually simple white room into the perfect place for a Christmas party.

There are garlands of holly and balsam strung around the room, leading away from the wreath between the windows (and there's a grumpy looking crow, perched in the middle of the wreath, trying to figure out how to get the red ribbon from around his neck). A Christmas tree, candles ablaze, stands in one corner, with presents tucked under its branches.

Welcome, dear friend, to Anne and Amy's Christmas party.

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[clumsy_auror]

"They do seem-- rather comfortable with each other," Tonks notes with a grin. "A lot more than you and I were when were put in that situation, love." She grins at her husband.

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks back at her friends and grins.

"I don't think I know when and where you're from, Tonks. Actually, I don't think I know when and where Bernard is from, either."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm from the United States, about thirty years before my wife's time."

[ooc: We are both for bed. Back tomorrow!]

[kitchen_maid]

"This place really does seem to change the way you think about time, doesn't it?" says Amy. "It's just so remarkable, that you could find each here, but not have done it there."


[ooc: Not problem. I'm ElsinoreQueen on AIM, if you need to get my attention at any point. Glad you could come, in and out of character!]

[clumsy_auror]

"No, we really couldn't have," Tonks agrees, smiling at Bernard. "We just got lucky, I suppose." A pause. "Oh, and I'm from London. If you couldn't tell by the accent."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy grins. "I could have guessed England, but not the city. I came here from Ambergeldar, and to there from Phantasmorania, and I suspect neither of those exist in your version of Europe, but they're not too far from France in mine."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Golly. That's a mouthful." He glances at his wife. "Wonder how many permutations Eastern Europe can possibly work itself into, given an infinite number of universes in which to wage war?"

Ray of sunshine, as always.

[kitchen_maid]

"Well, there's not a lot of war in my version of Europe," says Amy. "In fact, there hasn't really been any that anyone living can remember. Even France and England get along, which I understand is rather odd."

[clumsy_auror]

"...Huh. That is odd. But good! Definitely good. And what year are you from, Amy?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Well, in my world it's the thirteenth year of the rule of King Algernon of Ambergeldar, and the twenty-fifth year of the reign of King Hulderbrand of Phantasmorania. Neither of which is probably the least bit helpful to you."

She thinks, trying to figure out how to explain.

"Courtries are ruled by kings, and people get around on foot or on horseback, or in carriages. I'd never heard of most Earth places that aren't in Europe before I got here, so either we haven't found them yet, or they don't exist. We don't have, I'm going to get this wrong, electicity, maybe, for light and the like. But from later than, say, Mordred and his time. Does that help?"

In short, vaguely medieval, only idealized, and with quirks.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Electricity, but. Good try." He looks over at his wife again. "Sounds kind of like... a few hundred years before us, but different."

[kitchen_maid]

"That's the sense I get from most people," says Amy.