“Where do we hang the stockings if we don’t have a fireplace?”
ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ➝ accepting.
It is a valid point. With a controlled temperature aboard the ATLAS installed alongside the life support , why would they ever need a fireplace , beyond the desire for atmosphere ? Even the tradition of Santa coming down a chimney seems fleeting , only allowing for a decorated tree to keep their Christmas cheer sustained. After two years of being trapped in another plane of existence , the rest of the team missing Earth for nearly half a decade , something like a simple holiday festivity has become priority for their new Admiral.
He seems lost in thought as a contemplative look gazes aboard the ATLAS’ command. There’s no real place to hang them without blocking some kind of display or monitor , and having each stocking in everyones’ quarters would defeat the purpose. He would need a place for an abundance of stockings ( ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ every ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʟᴀs ɪɴ one sᴘᴏᴛ ) where everyone can access and see. Maybe he’s thinking too deep into this.
❛ Wouldn’t make any sense to keep them in our own quarters… ❜ He smiles , arms crossed , watching the rest of the crew work on their individual duties while discussing important matters with his second-in-command. ❛ Maybe in the cockpit of your lions , for your team. ❜
