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hellomajortom) wrote2022-12-02 01:24 am
hellomajortom) wrote2022-12-02 01:24 am
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God Jul
For Nexus Prompt: 3. Focusing so hard on the details that you miss the big picture.
Tom had the night shift this evening to give Damien some time to go out and enjoy Los Angeles with Zack. The Dog deserved some time to enjoy life. Tom knew he still spent about half his life in Hunger City. One could only imagine Zack might live in constant fear the tall blonde might go and never return. Maybe he didn't, but Tom did worry. It was good to let them have some time to be a couple. The astronaut was sitting in the common room entrance way to the apartment building with a pot of tea and a book.
Around dinner time the Danes came in with a bunch of bags, cheerful and chatty. He noticed they looked like craft store bags but with Mikkel and Ulfen leading the loud Danish chatter Tom felt that craft supplies were a natural answer. As was Fredrik all but hanging on Mikkel's back. Someone was probably making a stage costume or something similar while the others; Torden, Ollie, Rik, Ansgar, and Raev came along after. He did notice Ansgar dragging Hjalmar about with him. Both men on the sober side this evening, a rarity that boded well. A lot of the band members worried about Hjalmar and Ansgar drinking so much so often. He did wonder where Sigurd was this time. Surely, he would be out with them but then, they played the day before and sometimes the older Swede slept hard after a show and Mikkel and Fredrik driving him up the wall. He sympathized with him over the exhaustion of trying to keep track of people and keep them safe.
He soon went back to his book only to be interrupted again by screaming. Aarne. He looked up to see Aarne and Vars coming in. The punk holding the door for the drummer who was carrying something that looked like a wooden crate. The clinking of bottles and the wafting smell of honey meant one thing, mead. This wasn't out of the ordinary either though Joe's absence might be. Tom glanced at his watch noting that it was past midnight. The Brit might be passed out somewhere upstairs and leaving the Fin to his own devices. Boozing with his bassist was one of the less troublesome adventures the crazy drummer could be involved in. Unlike the Danes who took the stairs, these two waited for the elevator. Tom could see Vars was in good spirits even if he couldn't understand a lick of the fast paced Norwegian passing between the two.
Silence dragged on for a bit as Tom sat there. Eventually, Lars appeared with a bag that smelled to high heaven of lavender. He shook his head and wondered how any of them could endure how much purfume Lars wore. What he was doing with bushels of lavender Tom could only guess.
When Harald came in quickly a few minutes later and zipped into the elevator carrying a whole bale of straw on his shoulders while talking to Korppi who was carrying a goat skull with the horns still attached, Tom couldn't let that slide. What in God's green Earth was going on upstairs?
It was too late to ask since the elevator was already closed behind the two men. The older Brit finished his tea while watching the numbers on the elevator. Pressing the button he waited and watched it sitting on the 6th floor. It lingered for way too long and Tom rolled his eyes. Someone had stopped the elevator up there. Now, he knew for sure that something was going on though the list of things that had paraded past gave him no clue what might be going on up there. Sighing heavily he headed for the stairs to start the long climb up to the 6th floor.
When he came out of the emergency exit the floor was silent. That was suspicious. Fourteen musicians on one floor shouldn't be this quiet unless something was going on. Tom stared at the elevator which was indeed stopped on this floor with the emergency stop pulled. Turning toward the hall and the four doors he wondered which one to check in on. Given the group that started, the room Mikkel, Fredrik and Sigurd shared was a good bet. It was also the largest apartment on this floor. When he approached the muffled sound of Danish was alive behind the door, if very quiet compared to the usual.
Tom paused and glanced around in the stillness. It was eerie to stand there without a peep of screaming or yelling. The feeling of quiet unsettling to the point Tom shivered before knocking lightly on the door.
“Kom indenfor.”
Tom didn't know much Danish but he had picked that set of words up over time, the invitation into someone's space. He opened the door and instantly gawked at the room. All the furniture was pushed to the walls and there was a ring of people sitting on the floor around the bale of straw. Rekker and Bjorn were among them and Tom hadn't even seen Rekker come into the building. He was sure those two were at Rekker's house. However, the wreath of lavender in his ginger curls nearly made the Brit start laughing.
He must have been staring for too long because Rik was coming over and tugging at his arm to come in with them. Closing the door behind, Tom's curiosity took over and he went along with the Dane who sat the Brit between himself and Ollie. Ollie handing him a mug of something warm and a reassurance that it wasn't alcoholic. He trusted the Dane, all of them really, to be honest because they all knew his past with alcohol. He sipped the honeyed and spiced fruit drink. It reminded him vaguely of mulled wine though it wasn't and was far sweeter.
“What's all of this?” Tom couldn't make heads or tales of the pieces of ribbon, stacks of straw and lavender that everyone had. Even Rekker was focused on this mystery task, a feat that few things other than music ever did for the ginger. Glancing around he saw straw stuck in some people's hair and pieces of ribbon in hair. He was culturally lost.
“Jul geit.” Harald's voice caused Tom to jump, the deep voice, though quiet, broke the silence harshly.
Tom raised a brow while mouthing the words and trying to think his way through what it might mean.
“Yule goats.” Lars helped out from where he was near sitting in Torden's lap busily wrapping red ribbon around a bunch of straw.
Tom realized Hans and Sigurd were in the group too. Hans merrily laughing beside Ollie but Sigurd looked disheveled, as if he had been unwillingly dragged from his bed. Though Bjorn and Aarne's placid quiet next to Rekker swallowed any other questions he might have had. This felt like kindergarten craft time where you let the kids loose with a mess of glue and paper to quiet them for hours on end.
Rik nudged him and Tom's eyes dropped down to the little straw figure the quiet Dane was offering him. It did look like a goat and festive. Yule. Tom could have facepalmed for missing that word. Of course they were all on task and quiet. This was religious or spiritual for them, well most of them.
“They're for Thor and warmth.” Torden finally looked up from where he was sitting with his partners across the bale of straw from Tom.
“You should make one.” Mikkel didn't give him an option to argue as the young Dane sat a pile of supplies in front of him.
Rik giggled because there was nothing else to do as Tom shook his head. He was glad to have Ollie and Rik there to help him through the process that he would soon find took more fine motor skill than he had first imagined when seeing the small straw figurine.
Tom had the night shift this evening to give Damien some time to go out and enjoy Los Angeles with Zack. The Dog deserved some time to enjoy life. Tom knew he still spent about half his life in Hunger City. One could only imagine Zack might live in constant fear the tall blonde might go and never return. Maybe he didn't, but Tom did worry. It was good to let them have some time to be a couple. The astronaut was sitting in the common room entrance way to the apartment building with a pot of tea and a book.
Around dinner time the Danes came in with a bunch of bags, cheerful and chatty. He noticed they looked like craft store bags but with Mikkel and Ulfen leading the loud Danish chatter Tom felt that craft supplies were a natural answer. As was Fredrik all but hanging on Mikkel's back. Someone was probably making a stage costume or something similar while the others; Torden, Ollie, Rik, Ansgar, and Raev came along after. He did notice Ansgar dragging Hjalmar about with him. Both men on the sober side this evening, a rarity that boded well. A lot of the band members worried about Hjalmar and Ansgar drinking so much so often. He did wonder where Sigurd was this time. Surely, he would be out with them but then, they played the day before and sometimes the older Swede slept hard after a show and Mikkel and Fredrik driving him up the wall. He sympathized with him over the exhaustion of trying to keep track of people and keep them safe.
He soon went back to his book only to be interrupted again by screaming. Aarne. He looked up to see Aarne and Vars coming in. The punk holding the door for the drummer who was carrying something that looked like a wooden crate. The clinking of bottles and the wafting smell of honey meant one thing, mead. This wasn't out of the ordinary either though Joe's absence might be. Tom glanced at his watch noting that it was past midnight. The Brit might be passed out somewhere upstairs and leaving the Fin to his own devices. Boozing with his bassist was one of the less troublesome adventures the crazy drummer could be involved in. Unlike the Danes who took the stairs, these two waited for the elevator. Tom could see Vars was in good spirits even if he couldn't understand a lick of the fast paced Norwegian passing between the two.
Silence dragged on for a bit as Tom sat there. Eventually, Lars appeared with a bag that smelled to high heaven of lavender. He shook his head and wondered how any of them could endure how much purfume Lars wore. What he was doing with bushels of lavender Tom could only guess.
When Harald came in quickly a few minutes later and zipped into the elevator carrying a whole bale of straw on his shoulders while talking to Korppi who was carrying a goat skull with the horns still attached, Tom couldn't let that slide. What in God's green Earth was going on upstairs?
It was too late to ask since the elevator was already closed behind the two men. The older Brit finished his tea while watching the numbers on the elevator. Pressing the button he waited and watched it sitting on the 6th floor. It lingered for way too long and Tom rolled his eyes. Someone had stopped the elevator up there. Now, he knew for sure that something was going on though the list of things that had paraded past gave him no clue what might be going on up there. Sighing heavily he headed for the stairs to start the long climb up to the 6th floor.
When he came out of the emergency exit the floor was silent. That was suspicious. Fourteen musicians on one floor shouldn't be this quiet unless something was going on. Tom stared at the elevator which was indeed stopped on this floor with the emergency stop pulled. Turning toward the hall and the four doors he wondered which one to check in on. Given the group that started, the room Mikkel, Fredrik and Sigurd shared was a good bet. It was also the largest apartment on this floor. When he approached the muffled sound of Danish was alive behind the door, if very quiet compared to the usual.
Tom paused and glanced around in the stillness. It was eerie to stand there without a peep of screaming or yelling. The feeling of quiet unsettling to the point Tom shivered before knocking lightly on the door.
“Kom indenfor.”
Tom didn't know much Danish but he had picked that set of words up over time, the invitation into someone's space. He opened the door and instantly gawked at the room. All the furniture was pushed to the walls and there was a ring of people sitting on the floor around the bale of straw. Rekker and Bjorn were among them and Tom hadn't even seen Rekker come into the building. He was sure those two were at Rekker's house. However, the wreath of lavender in his ginger curls nearly made the Brit start laughing.
He must have been staring for too long because Rik was coming over and tugging at his arm to come in with them. Closing the door behind, Tom's curiosity took over and he went along with the Dane who sat the Brit between himself and Ollie. Ollie handing him a mug of something warm and a reassurance that it wasn't alcoholic. He trusted the Dane, all of them really, to be honest because they all knew his past with alcohol. He sipped the honeyed and spiced fruit drink. It reminded him vaguely of mulled wine though it wasn't and was far sweeter.
“What's all of this?” Tom couldn't make heads or tales of the pieces of ribbon, stacks of straw and lavender that everyone had. Even Rekker was focused on this mystery task, a feat that few things other than music ever did for the ginger. Glancing around he saw straw stuck in some people's hair and pieces of ribbon in hair. He was culturally lost.
“Jul geit.” Harald's voice caused Tom to jump, the deep voice, though quiet, broke the silence harshly.
Tom raised a brow while mouthing the words and trying to think his way through what it might mean.
“Yule goats.” Lars helped out from where he was near sitting in Torden's lap busily wrapping red ribbon around a bunch of straw.
Tom realized Hans and Sigurd were in the group too. Hans merrily laughing beside Ollie but Sigurd looked disheveled, as if he had been unwillingly dragged from his bed. Though Bjorn and Aarne's placid quiet next to Rekker swallowed any other questions he might have had. This felt like kindergarten craft time where you let the kids loose with a mess of glue and paper to quiet them for hours on end.
Rik nudged him and Tom's eyes dropped down to the little straw figure the quiet Dane was offering him. It did look like a goat and festive. Yule. Tom could have facepalmed for missing that word. Of course they were all on task and quiet. This was religious or spiritual for them, well most of them.
“They're for Thor and warmth.” Torden finally looked up from where he was sitting with his partners across the bale of straw from Tom.
“You should make one.” Mikkel didn't give him an option to argue as the young Dane sat a pile of supplies in front of him.
Rik giggled because there was nothing else to do as Tom shook his head. He was glad to have Ollie and Rik there to help him through the process that he would soon find took more fine motor skill than he had first imagined when seeing the small straw figurine.