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Well there's a shocker. The itsy bitsy spider isn't a fan of Christmas cheer -- way to be predictable enough to make my goal of annoying the hell out of you effortless. 

Trust me, I will. Guess whose door is going to be right next to the stereo that will play nothing but Christmas stations on full blast. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

Oh god stop the fucking singing jeez. Oh what a sweet attitude, have fun doing it all by yourself.

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He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to go through the trouble of feigning interest in her trivia fact, but he let out a grunt nonetheless. Then, after a moment's deliberation, he added, "Oh. My mom likes to sing it." Feeling his mouth quirk up at her introduction, Nick tilted his head. It wasn't that much of a shock when she mentioned being a demigod (he'd made up a list of all the current monstrum residents earlier in order to systematically brainstorm ways to make each one of them tick, and doesn't remember seeing her name on it), but being from Ares was kind of surprising. He had the impression that they all launched into battle mode if you so much as sneered at them -- which he couldn't say he didn't appreciate. "It's not that big of a deal," Nick shrugged, ignoring the bitter edge in his tone that suggested that it was kind of a big deal. Leaning on the crutch, he offered out his hand, "Besides, what doesn't kill you better wish they had. I'm Nick. You new around here, Siobhan Not Mariah?"

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

"Old pop singer with a squeaky voice. She’s the one who wrote that song. I think." She explained. Siobhan raised her eyebrows briefly. "Oh? Well my name is Siobhan, not Mariah. Greetings and salutations." She nodded a bit, hanging the wreath on the door. "Ooh. Hard core way to break your leg, man. No, I’m in cabin 5. Ares youngest, at your service."

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It's the truth? Right. You had people praising you as a handsome wittle hero when you were learning how to walk, while they narrowed their eyes at me. People expected you to grow up bringing glory to this camp, and they expected me to bring disaster. For fuck's sake, people know you as the son of the man who saved Olympus and the woman who rebuilt it -- do not tell me that you're not privileged.

 ... You're sorry. Of course you are. Thanks, I'll be sure to slap that apology on my scarring childhood -- all better. 

Screw it, it doesn't matter. Bright lights give me headaches anyways. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

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Not for the first time, Nick had to wonder if anybody's ever heard of closing the goddamn door. "I don't know who that is," he deadpanned, taking note of the girl's unfamiliar face and too-bright eyes. Despite feeling a twinge of annoyance as she gestured to his leg, he returned her smirk. "And unless she's you, I'm not really interested. Nothing happened. I fell. Do you belong in this cabin?"

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

"I think I found the next Mariah Carey." Siobhan smirked a bit, taking the wreath. "How’d that happen?" She asked, referring to his injury.

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Oh, for the love of Typhon, somebody please strangle me with a string of Christmas lights now. It'd sure be a lot less irritating than listening to this 'good golly, but we're all the same' spiel. I get that you're trying to be the bigger, more humble man, Jackson, but at least have the decency to acknowledge that you were all but born wearing an actual crown.

I don't need help. And I'm sure even Santa wouldn't dare put you anywhere but the Nice List, so you can stop looking for charity cases. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

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I'm on crutches -- do you think I'd be using a ladder for anything. I thought you were supposed to be the smart twin. Or is that just another title you were born into, and never really had to prove? 

Actually, forget it. I don't need help. Aren't you supposed to be building igloos for the less fortunate or something? 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

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You should hear my version of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree. Neither, actually. I was thinking more of the roof -- just at that highest point over there. It's a little slippery, but don't worry. I'm sure they'll still try to make your death sound heroic if I accidentally fail to catch you. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

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Damn good lay. 

I figured. But I guess it's not as bad as the fifty scents of perfume constantly permeating from the Aphrodite cabin. Right. Well that sounds just as unnecessary as it probably was. What ever happened to the good ol' welcome fruit baskets? You don't have to thank me -- it was stated as a fact, not for the intention of flattering. I'm sure. But, unfortunately, just because someone's easy on the eyes doesn't mean that they don't make my ears bleed. 

Just call me Nick. Um, no, but it's probably for the best. I don't harmonize well with others. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

Ok. Describe yourself in three words. And unfortunately the smell won’t go a way. My one new siblings surprised me with a smoke bomb on the first day, but I’m not mad his bed is really comfortable and has a nice location if you can say that about the cabin. He’s happily relocated to my old bed. Thank you for the complement. You’re pretty good looking yourself. You should come out more often there are a lot of beautiful men and women around camp.

How about fellow resident? I’ll put the wreath here. And there are plenty of ways to experience holiday joy. Were you around for the 3 am carols?

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Hey, I'm not the one that burst on the scene, interrupted a very heartfelt rendition of The Top 22 Most Annoying Christmas Songs Ever, and decided to make an injured person be someone that they're not. The holidays are supposed to be about embracing each other as we are, isn't it? Oh, come on, they would've loved it. It'd make them feel useful around here for once. 

Then I'll get the pleasure of pointing out how disappointing you are. But, whatever, just put it over that door. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

Good gods, you’re grouchy. Can’t you just be nice in general? Just until your cabin’s decorated? I won’t be able to deal with you complaining the whole time. Wh — Children are not stockings. Their socks, maybe, but the actual kids? There is something very wrong with you. 

Yes, but it’s your cabin. What if I hang it somewhere and you hate it? 

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... Hmph. That's demand's very open to interpretation. Be nice to whom? I already spent a Christmas miracle on not pinning the younger demimonstrum up by their socks -- because we seem to have run out of stockings -- so if you're waiting for my heart to grow three times its size, I'd waste your time elsewhere. 

Wherever it'd look best. You're the one with the architectural eye for detail. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

Let’s get one thing straight now, if you’re not going to be nice, then I’m not going to help you. And then you’ll have to hobble around, trying to decorate by yourself, which would be immensely entertaining and a little pathetic. 

Now, where do you want the wreath to go? 

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did I forget to introduce myself?

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Well, if you wanted to know about me that badly, you should've just asked me yourself, darling. Please, don't give your heritage too much credit. I'd actually just describe you lot as the ones with the cabin that smells like old socks and smoke bombs. Never really had much of a reason to pay Hermes any attention before... Until now, that is. I'll give him this: at least he makes beautiful daughters. 

No. Really? You're going to deny a man in crutches a chance of experiencing some good ol' holiday joy? 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

I’ve told you what my siblings think you are. I came to see what you really are. If you had to describe a Hermes kids I’d bet you’d say no good liars and thieves. We all have our perceptions before we talk to someone.

Would you prefer the term neighbor instead? And let’s not pick on the kids with allergies.

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And see how well that worked out for you there, sunburn? I don't know what you're complaining about. I said 'thank you', didn't I? Of course you care. When you're born with a spoon full of ambrosia in your mouth and given the duty of helping out all the injured dimwits of the camp, it's just a given that you'd care. 

I only go to the trouble of making an impact around those who're worth it. No, it would still be a terrible experience. Probably even more so if I had to go around pretending that I enjoy holding hands with someone around a tree. But that's no matter -- there's never any use of moping about something you can't change. Oh, and Olympus forbid that I say something awful. Actually, forget about the wreath. Put these super festive garlic bulbs around the cabin instead; it'll drive the empousas insane. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

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Song of the day:

Relient K - I’m Getting Nuttin’ For Christmas

“Well I’m getting nuttin’ for Christmas because I contributed to the Green-House Effect which melts the Polar Ice Caps which melts the North Pole where Santa Clause lives…he’s mad!”

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And here I was getting into the Christmas spirit, shooting more for 'Jolly Saint Nick'. But is that so. I don't know, I'm not exactly sure what you're expecting me to be grateful for here. All you've done so far is tell me that I'm terrible, nobody likes me, and insult my dignity to the point of assuming I'm a 'fellow camper'. 

Right above that room over there. The kid it belongs to is allergic. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...

So you is what the terrible Nick I’ve head about. My siblings warned me not to come and help, but not helping a fellow camper in need would be mean. Although you could sound a little more grateful.

So where do you want this wreath to go?

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I'm not entirely certain where you got the impression that you have the permission to speak or give your opinion, but, for the record, you don't. 

... But thank you. For someone who supposedly isn't that much of a waste of space, you sure are taking most of it up with useless questions. Your guess is as good as mine; they're probably hiding inside their rooms. I would assume that their experience with 'family holidays' are as pleasant as mine. I'm hoping one of them has an emotional breakdown by the fifth day of Christmas. Just hang it wherever, I don't know where they go. 

Hmm hmm, I just want you for my own...