Really, if Baby New Year had a folding chair they would probably be able to handle most red cap related problems thrown his way.

  "It is no trouble Timothius, glad to be of service."

  Somehow, somewhere along way Killbot Zap made a crayon drawing of Tim healing people, without the aid of hands.  They flail it in Tim's direction.  "I shot people!"

Timothius is SO happy now! "Yes you did! And you made annoying people sting with much ouch! And wow! What a nice drawing! Is that for me?"

  Zap nods and flails, "Drawing for kitty!  Kitty spray dark things like Dad! I'll bet kitty is great at obli.  oblitera..  breaking parking meters."

Timothius takes the drawing and says, "Thank you. I'm sure I would be if I ever did." he blushes a little at the thought before glancing at the other two. "I need a break from the cold. I'm thinking I'll go back indoors and maybe watch a monkey fight or two, watch some people dance, then come back."

  Butler nods, "A festive and wholesome form of entertainment, monkeys in a cage match."  At least those monkeys all have that particular PvP arena badge.

  "I belive I will join you indoors even if the cold is no bother."  Tim could probably outdance the cage dancers if they tried.  None of them know popdance for starters.

Timothius actually likes dancing... too bad he's WAY to shy around other people to do actual dancing. He goes indoors. Which means he and BB wind up at the redside bar. Timothius eyes the skull and crossbones hanging above the drinks and says, "Say BB... you have any of that hot chocolate somewhere around here, or would you have to run to the chalet again?"

  "I can simply make you a fresh batch, Timothius."  After all, nobody has ever complained when people go behind the bar themselves before.  We're still not sure where Alloy picked up the habit of mixing drinks before heading out to smash Praetorians.

  Hot chocolate for the kitty is prepared, and served.

Timothius says, "Thanks!" and heads off to the monkey fights with BB. He has a seat, sips at the hot chocolate, and watches. Despite his constant show of love for life and other things that hint at him being all about non-violence, Timothius is punching at the air at exciting moments. "Yeah! Show 'em, Furious George!"

OOC: I always found it ironic the monkey cage fights were on the BLUE side of PD while the Christmas Chalet entrance was on the RED side. Kinda cool too, when you think about it. It's like the place was designed to have both sides intermingle.

  Even a pacifist can enjoy the sight of something else beating the crap out of eachother, after all.  It's not like they are the ones being violent right?

  "I've always been partial to the Banana Bandito myself." Gee, we wonder why.

Timothius says, "If I was gonna root for someone on red team, it'd be The Banana-nator. But hey, they are all fun to watch."

After the fight, while waiting for the next match, Timothius looks over at BB. "So what's new in the Rogue Isles? And what's new for the Tharian Empire?"

While he may not agree with a lot of things done redside, Timothius likes the fact he can sit, relax with some hot chocolate, and discuss these things calmly with a villain. Then again, it could be the effect of Pocket D being such an amazing atmosphere.

  Probably a bit of both, considering it is a nice place and one of the (usually, despite the bloodthirsty maniacs involved) more reasonable villain groups.  "Doctor Aeon is trying to introduce new flavors for his nutrient paste.  Anchovy Anarchy is not selling as well as he would hope.  As for my employers, business as usual.  Though I myself am getting more involved with the isles shrimping buisness."

  It involves a surprising amount of having to hit the coralax.

Timothius says, "Redemption hasn't had a large influx of ex-villains lately. Maybe we already got everyone who was just jumping on the chance to change. Or those who didn't join us simply joined a more powerful supergroup. Or went solo."

  "Not to mention those seeking redemption have to first feel they were wrong.  That is likely the most difficult part in that regard."  Admitting you are wrong is hard enough, but imagine admitting you are super wrong.

Timothius nods and watches the next fight with BB before he heads off to watch the dancers for a bit. As he does, Angel (the bunny) comes up to BB catching her breath with a bright smile and wintery gear on. "Well... what fun. You having a good time, Bladed Butler?"
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  The Butler nods, "I am, thank you Angel.  Helping out redemption as asked has also been going well.  I do hope you have found some time to enjoy yourself during all this, Empress."   He gestures to the still plenty of BB prepared hot chocolate.  "Coco?"

Angel nods and sits to have some hot chocolate. "Thanks... *pant* I beat my old record *pant* on the advanced ski slopes. Next... *pant* try to place without needing the Speed Boost and Inertial Reduction buffs."

Because the advances slope is THAT hard.

OOC: I forget which one, but one of those buffs your ability to STAY on the slope while the other buffs the speed at which you fall. Between those, the gold medal was only a matter of time and practice. But I wonder if I could have eventually done it without those buffs.

  "Would it perhaps, be wise to bring some skis?  I can imagine difficulties for you making it down the slope in good time normally."  How close are bunny sized feet to snow shoes compared to the average booted super being to tackle those slopes?

  "I am still hazy if bringing actuall ski equipment beyond the outfit to the ski slopes is considered cheating."  The butler also offers a nice warm fluffy towel to master Bard.

OOC: As the inertial reduction grants jump physics, Inertial is the 'stay on' one likely.

Angel takes her coat off and puts the towel on. "Thanks. You are on the ball, as always. Speaking of balls, would you like to shoot a game of pool in a bit?"

  Butler smiles (somewhere, a small planet explodes in shock), "I would love to, Angel.  Something oddly peaceful about it, maybe it's the standing around."  There is no polite way to say 'shall I fetch your standing crate', so he will just quietly retrieve if for the bunny when they get there.

After she has warmed up a little more, she gets up and heads over to the pool tables with BB. "I like eight-ball. But if you have a preference, lemme know."

  "Considering this is recreational Empress, you can hurl the cueball with your bare hands for all I care."  When you can hide sharp objects and assorted butlery goods, a pool cue in two halves is simple by comparison to have when needed.

  The Butler provides Angel with a subtle stepping stool... So far as the top step being standing on lord Recluse's head is subtle.  But she clearly earned it when she joined the club of those to travel in time and beat the crap out of him.

Angel climbs onto the table in order to set up the balls and says, "I'll break first." before climbing down to the head of Recluse. She carefully aims, bending forward and hits the cue ball. A couple striped balls make it in. "Guess I'm stripes."

Angel isn't AMAZING at pool, but it's Angel. If it involves aim at all, she's really good at it. She gets another ball in before setting the ball up but not hitting a ball this time. "Your turn."

  The Butler steps to the side of the green fuzzy hole filled table, pool cue set up.  It helps that the Assasination™ pose for Claws is somewhat similar to setting up a shot.  This is good in the sense he totally dunked that solid into the hold.  This is not so impressive in the sense that was one ball hit really well, compared to Angel's multiple.

  "I don't suppose there is anything similar to this out where you are from?"

Angel giggles. "Sure is..." as she watches BB going for his next shot. She puts a fist on her hip and says, "I was listening to you earlier while I was skiing. I hope you aren't the kind of guy to take offense when I say the whole event between you and Timothius was cute. At the very least, very pleasant and musical to my ears." she twitches her ears like scissors.

  "Angel, while there is a large outward emphasis on dignity with butlers, the job would be impossible if we really worried about it that much." How fortunate in this case, seeing how helping the heroic kitty was the result of Angel's orders.

  Another shot, another ball goes in hole.  "Of course, even then I can hardly see a reason to be offended in treating them well.  Unless the situation calls for otherwise."  Just like the Butler is the sort not to offhandedly poison his employers tea, he's also the sort to throw hot coco in someone's face on his employer say so.