Fandom High Dormitories

The Tick - carrying a few bags - and Lockheed - sitting on Tick's shoulder - were ready to head off.

"It's about that time, Lockheed. Soon you'll be back at a place that's close enough to your home. But you have to promise to write," he said.

Lockheed nodded. He wasn't ready to leave just yet, though. "I know," Tick said, "you still have some goodbyes to say."

Lockheed flew over to the fish tank. Tick turned to the fish and said, "Phil, Whoremodder, Abraham, Simpson, Tony, Bernice, Nancy, Kyle, Prosper, Wilbur, and Murray? Lockheed has something he'd like to say to you." Lockheed then looked as if he might be conversing with the fish for a couple minutes.

[OOC: For one person in particular, but if you'd really like to say goodbye to the wee dragon, now's the time. Bye, bye my favoritest NPC ever!]

[OOC: If you are one of Tick's students, or are in his Investigators group in I-Club, he has something for you. Feel free to stop him and say "Hi" and you'll get a present. Feel free to stop by even if you're not and you'll at least get a candy cane, if not more.]

Twas a week before Christmas, and all through the dorms, The Tick was a-wandering, with a sack of gifts. What? No, it doesn't rhyme. It's not that kind of post. Get over it.

He had spent the morning getting his shopping done and had AMAZINGLY found everything he needed for everyone on his list. And so here he was, Santa hat on head, Santa sack on his back, giving something to everyone who crossed his path.

Lockheed had rejected the fake antlers. And he had burned the elf hat. So he was just trailing behind, trying not to hum Christmas Carols. /Stupid infectious enthusiasm for the holidays.../

It would be difficult to tell where Tick got all of the decorations. It's possible that he bought some at the NPC Christmas store. It's possible that he bought some online. It's also possible that the frankly terrifying packing skills he showed while carrying around costumes for the pageant have served well for Tick's Christmas decorations.

He hadn't been doing anything the past couple days, so he decorated his room.

If he had his door open, the light might be seen from the lobby. If you walked inside the room, the instrumental version of "Winter Wonderland" on repeat would surely drive you insane. On the big table in the middle of the room was a model of the school made from popsicle sticks with some fake snow sprinkled on it. There were working lights. And a tiny blue figure on the Dorm roof. And then the less said about the tree in the corner of the room, the better. One word: Shiny.

It all looked too festive. The kind of festive that you could only achieve by being a *mumble-mumble* year-old man who still believed in Santa Claus. Granted, Tick had indeed met the real Santa Claus a few years ago, so it's not that strange that he believed in the big guy. That was just a way of highlighting how festive it all looked.

There are cookies for any visitors who may stop in. Any visitors may also notice a wee purple dragon wearing earmuffs and clutching them to his head to drown out the music.