Twelve Days of a Nevermoorian Christmas

𝒪𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈...

...the Deucalion gave to me, three confetti canons, two boater hats and a very large Christmas tree. 

As the residents of the Deucalion slept, something awoke Jack. As he stirred, a loud crack echoed from the roof and into his bedroom. He sat up, rubbing his eyes just as another crack sounded. He began counting in his head in case there was another crack. He was definitely awake now, so he may as well wake up and investigate. As he opened his bedroom door, shuffling out into the hallway, another crack sounded. Six counts.

His musician brain kicking into gear, he counted for another six beats, but no other noises came. He shut his bedroom door, and started off down the hallway towards the stairs.

As he began to walk up the spiral staircase, he wondered why he didn't just take the elevator. He had had a few too many low sleep nights in the past few days and they were certainly catching up to him now.

He was almost on the roof, the cold winter wind blowing under the door that led onto the rooftop. Jack struggled to open the door, but after a lengthy battle it gave way and he found himself on the roof.

A flurry of snow gently landed on his head as he surveyed the area in front of him, where he couldn't see anything particularly unusual. The roof wasn't used very often, only for the occasional summer party. The summer party equipment was packed up and had been in storage for the past three months, and so all of the snow was gathering on the flat concrete.

As Jack looked to his left, he noticed 3 large shapes that he hadn't seen before, covered in snow. He made his way over, and noticed red and green confetti as he got nearer to the shapes. He brushed some of the snow off of the nearest one, revealing a smooth, green-painted wooden surface.

Confused, he continued sweeping snow off of the shape until the oval...thing? Was completely uncovered.

There was a tube protruding from the top, making it look like a submarine. A large, shiny red button was situated at the very end of the tube, drawing his attention. He pressed the button, and the red began to glow until the tube made a sneezing-like sound and motion. Jack moved around to inspect the front of the tube, which hung out over the edge of the roof.

Balancing delicately on the balustrade, he noticed a large opening in the front of the tube, and realisation hit him.

It was a cannon. A confetti cannon.

He began dusting the snow off of the other two cannons, but it was almost pointless as the snow began to fall even more heavily. So he began packing snow into balls and carefully placing them into the smaller tube on top of the cannons, and gleefully fired snowballs onto the building across the street.

He suddenly had an idea, and ran inside and down the stairs to Morrigan's bedroom, where, unsurprisingly, she and Hawthorne were still awake. His hair shaking stray snowflakes onto her carpet, he managed to convince the two of them to follow him back to the roof, even though he really only had to convince Morrigan because this was the kind of thing that Hawthorne would do on his own.

Hawthorne was, of course, frolicking around the roof without a care for whether he fell off or not. He tried (and failed) to squeeze himself into the cannon from the tube on the top, as well as trying to make it into the opening at the front without falling off of the roof. Morrigan was more skeptical, until Jack reminded her that it could be counted as compensation for the morning with the tree.

As Jack wandered around the rooftop searching for things to fire from the cannons, Hawthorne removed some leftover lollies of some kind from his pocket, passing them around the group, Jack coughing on some lint. Morrigan suddenly had an idea, and soon the sky above the Deucalion was covered in bright, Wundrous fireworks in the colours of Christmas.

~ Written by totally_not_amelie