If you were somewhat confused by this week’s Christmas-y themed Lost Girl, it’s understandable. Granted, the holiday our fae friends were celebrating is somewhat, ahem, made up, but it is called Yule, and it does borrow a lot of Christmastime imagery, and Krampus is the reason for the season. The explanation is simple, this episode originally aired during the holiday season in Canada on Showcase, but considering that many places in North America still look like a winter wonderland, we can let the exact time slide and just enjoy the company of old friends in somewhat merry times.
Krampus has been making a bit of a comeback lately. A figure of Eastern European holiday lore, he was also the antagonist, I believe, on the holiday episode of NBC’s Grimm this year. In the supernatural world of Lost Girl, Krampus is a true imp. On the occasion of Yule he finds some celebratory fae and forces them into a very Groundhog Day-like scenario to screw with their heads and find the one or two who are truly rich in regret for him to feed upon. This year, the party’s at Bo’s house, only Bo isn’t exactly enjoying that Krampus hospitality.
Of course this is a trick pulled by series before; Stargate SG-1 did an episode called “Window of Opportunity” and Star Trek: The Next Generation did “Cause and Effect.” Basically, the plot comes down to a conundrum of repeating the same stretch of time and trying to figure out the why it’s happened and the how to get out of it. Of course, along the way, the gang all learns something about themselves, and about each other, and the Yule-tide season ends up offering a tantalizing cliffhanger for next week.
Dyson and Lauren continue their bonding as they ponder what to do with a box that was delivered to the dark archives, and addressed to Bo in her own handwriting. Lauren’s not sure that they should give Bo the box, while Dyson believes that Bo’s proved again and again that she can be the master of her own fate. Vex was there to be utterly unhelpful as usual, but the predicament lead to a lot of opportunities for him to make jokes about Bo and boxes and who gets it.
The lady herself wakes up in the car outside and goes into the party where she doesn’t see a single face she recognizes. That is until Tamsin arrives. The valkyrie seems to have herself more together that the last time she graced the clubhouse with her presence, gone in search of some of her fellow valkyries, but now she’s back and aside from Bo, she seems to be the only one who knows they’re living through the same party again and again.
After a couple of loops trying to figure out the deal with the quantum paradox, Bo and Tamsin (like Col. O’Neill and Teal’c before them) take a couple of loops off to party hardy, including at least one make-out session obviously. But soon they come back down to reality when they notice that people from the party are disappearing into thin air, and the next person to vanish is Tamsin. Apparently satisfied with the amount of regret he’s collected, Krampus let’s the party on repeat stop skipping, and takes his prisoners back to his Krampus workshop under a local car repair garage.
The person most disappointed that the loop is over is Hale, who was also aware that the party was happening over and over again, but was putting it to good use by finding the best way to seduce Kenzi. The sequence were Kenzi’s Kenzi sense kept tingling and Hale kept tripping over his own tongue to talk dirty was really well executed and funny. It was almost as funny as drunk Trick, who was somewhat less than helpful after having more than his fair share of the micro-brew Dark Belches and falling asleep in the bathtub in a Rudolph sweater.
At Kamp Krampus, Bo rescues Tamsin from being mulched into Christmas candy, “I’ve been naughty, now I’ll be candy,” she resigns. Bo doesn’t give up that easily though, and tells Tamsin, “You are my friend, and I am not leaving you behind.” After being released from the candy-making machine, Tamsin confesses: a long time ago she was a fae bounty hunter, and a man who was the epitome of true evil offered her a chance to find a fae who was neither dark nor light, both virtuous and lustful. Tamsin took the job, but her quarry wasn’t supposed to be real, at least until she met Bo. Bo forgives her and they hug, but there’s time enough for one last twist: Krampus isn’t Krampus, he’s the son of Krampus, Jeffery.
The real Krampus, the old guy that Bo talked to when she first arrived at the party, sends everyone else away, except Bo. According to Krampus, complex emotions make the best candy, but he’s never made “blue” candy before. With Bo now on the conveyor belt, Krampus taunts her, how can you be pure when you won’t confront your fears? Bo confesses that she’s scared of making the wrong choices, scared of losing friends and family, scared of what she’ll become, what she’s capable of, and what the Wanderer will make of her. Krampus likes what he hears and frees her. No one else becomes candy this Yule.
Back at the clubhouse, Bo follows up with Tamsin about the Wanderer, could he be her father? Tamsin says that the Wanderer would do anything to find his ideal mate, including creating her himself. That raises all kinds of ick, ick, icky questions, but the big one of the night was what was in that box Bo sent to Bo care of the dark archives. Kenzi brings it to Bo having found it next to a passed Dyson. Inside is what looks like a jar full of smoke. Did Bo send herself some jarred Wanderer?
Overall, this was a fine addition to the regular Lost Girl trope of something goes wrong at a traditional fae celebration. Like watching Bo wash a car on a hot day while holding a melting ice cream cone, it’s clichéd and over the top, but I’ll be darned if it doesn’t look good and feel right. We have the Lost Girl of old, but it’s also quite enthusiastically embracing new character combinations like Dyson and Lauren’s friendship, Vex’s co-dependence with the gang, Hale and Kenzi’s relationship, and whatever friendly/flirty thing is going on with Bo and Tamsin. Still, questions about the Wanderer may be gone, but he is not forgotten, and I have a feeling the answers to those questions will mean bad times for our fine fae friends.