fandomtownies | Caritas; Wednesday [11/08].

The Christmas decorations from last week had been pulled back and muted significantly, although there were still a lot of lights and holly hung up, and the zombie band seemed to be split on still wearing Santa hats, while the others had clearly opted for the stereotypical pilgrim's hat. The decor on the tables in the longue seemed equally split, some of them featuring Christmas and Thanksgiving and Hanukkah trappings as if in an effort to just make everyone happy.

Summer decided that this time, she just wasn't going to comment, she was just here to serve people drinks and jello, man, and would be pulling her own themes via those, thaaaanks.

At some point in the evening, though, Tino would be debuting his new fashionable Santilgrim hat, a horrible amalgamation of both styles, which Summer would staunchly refuse to wear.

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The trench coat was kind of scruffy-looking and probably needed a haircut if Atton wanted to keep up the short style he'd come to Fandom with.

He made a faintly amused noise. "It's just leftover emotional debris," he said. "That I've been boring enough people with, lately, so I'm not going to drag you into it unless you absolutely want to know my entire sad backstory." He took another sip. "Got anything upbeat to share yourself?"

"Annie just had her babies last week," Summer happily reported with a pleased little lift of her chin and shoulders as if she had anything to do with any of that except, you know, crucial bestie emotional support, "so that's pretty upbeat and exciting, although I don't even know if you know Annie or not, so you could understandably be in the category of 'why would I care about other people's babies?' And, for the record, I do love a good sad backstory, but, of course, proceed with caution, because I do also love making uninvited commentary on people's sad backstories."

"Babies are good," Atton agreed. "I mean. For other people. But hey, congrats on that one."

He took another sip, thought about it, and said, "As for sad backstories, mine starts as a sixteen year old who ran away from home to join the army after the Mandalorians attacked and gets worse from there."

There was a faint hint of a smirk at that addendum about other people, because, yeah, you know, not assume or anything, but Atton didn't exactly scream baby person over here.

But the expression went a little sympathetic, with a shake of her head. "Yeah, no, there's not a whole lot of stories that start out 'I ran away from home when I was sixteen' and finish with 'and everything was immediately awesome after that.' You said you used to go here, too, right? To the school? How soon after that was that? Or am I misremembering?"

"Five years later," Atton said, considering his glass. "I lied about my age to get in, which should tell you everything about my time in the army, but it really doesn't. Basically, halfway in we were saved by this big Jedi hero who went a little dark side and tried - and mostly succeeded - to drag all of us along. I came here after I snapped out of it and needed somewhere safe to stay."

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