CHRISTMAS.

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Character Names: OPEN, OPEN, OPEN.
When: All of Christmas week
Location: Under the tree in the parlor
Summary: It's Christmas, and everyone has presents to open. No, you won't get coal.
Ratings: ...G? PG? We're opening presents, for God's sake.
Warnings: Gift rap, choking hazards for children under 3.



[The tree in the parlor is massive. Its prickly branches stretch outwards and are weighed down with bright ornaments; the star at the top nearly touches the ceiling. In the fireplace nearby, a fire crackles warm and orange. Outside the window, there is snow. It's a perfect Christmas scene. And on the rug, under the tree? Those are your presents.]

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THURSDAY

[badfic-mods.livejournal.com]

[The room is invitingly warm from the crackling fire. It feels as if one will never be cold again.]

THURSDAY

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[This is nice. Tris has no idea how she got here, but that's probably for the best. She's just waking up, really- how she dozed off with her glasses on is anyone's guess.]

...Well, at least I'm comfortable. [She's looking around the room some and frowning thoughtfully.]

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon was looking up at the tree and shakes his head, sneezing almost uncontrollably. His eyes were half closed from being puffy, his nose red.]

Damnb pine trees.

[He steps away from it and hasn't bothered to get his gift or looked in his stocking. He wanted to get out of that room. Trouble was, he was stuck because of the mistletoe. He didn't want to be caught in it so he was damned either way.]

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

You're-- allergic to it? [Tris is looking up and making a face.]

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[He simply nods his head and sneezes again. He's not going to touch that tree at all.]

Very.

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

...Can you open a window? [Tum te tum, not planning anything at all, no.]

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[He moves toward the window, sneezing and blowing his nose which isn't his favorite thing to do. Since gloves were a near constant thing, he had those on to keep his hands from touching the pine.

With his head pounding, he managed to open the window and sticks his head out and looks around.]

I think that works.

[A sniffle and a sneeze, he nods to Tris.]

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

...[That's a fairly decent breeze coming in through the window and circulating around the room.]

[Not that she had anything to do with it.] Is there... some kind of concoction you could take for it? I know there's something back home that would help, but... that's back home.

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[And that breeze really did help. Sheldon shakes his head.]

I habe to get a shot or take Benedril which is back in by roomb. Bought a bunch ob it when we were in New York. Lotta good it does be...huh. [He smirks then sneezes. Yeah, that was real smooth. Talk about allergies is a real turn on....not!]

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

...Things like that rarely do you good when you don't have them on hand. [That's a crooked little smile.]

But I'd think it's not your fault- after all, there are very few options for explaining how I got here, and none of those involve being under my own power.

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[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[Sheldon plops down in the arm chair next to the window and slings his arm. If Robin found out that he's been using his arm, she would singe him for sure.]

No kidding. I've been trying to figure that out too. I wouldn't step near a pine tree much less voluntarily.

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[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

What seems to make sense to me is thinking that this 'Author' is, in fact, someone with a power similar to an ambient mage like myself... but with a ridiculous amount of power.

That's just comparing it to something familiar from home, though.

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[weaponizedblood.livejournal.com]

[Crona is trying to buy himself some private time. He doesn't want to be noticed opening his presents. As he slowly begins sifting through the mass of gifts under the tree Ragnarok clears his throat impatiently, still inside Crona's body]

Just a second, Ragnarok, I'm finding them.

Do it faster!

Please wait! Please!

GO FASTER, idiot! Then we have to find that Rise chick so that she can thank me for my card.

[Little wince from Crona as he finds his gift]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Tris is looking up at that and blinking a little.]

Do you know what all these packages are for...?

[weaponizedblood.livejournal.com]

[Crona jumps to his feet, cowering against the wall]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bother you!

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

...[Someone's... jumpier than Briar ever was.]

You aren't.

[weaponizedblood.livejournal.com]

A-are you sure?

[There's a tearing sound as Ragnarok pushes his way out of Crona's back, eying Tris with those bulging eyes]

[weatherbraids.livejournal.com]

[Holy crap what.]

[Hang on, Ragnarok just sort of made Tris's brain hang.]

[...]

Yes, I'm sure.

...[Ragnarok is getting this very special look. Seriously, what?]

[weaponizedblood.livejournal.com]

[You get a special look back, although Ragnarok doesn't have much in the way of facial expressions]


What's your problem, lady?

THURSDAY

[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[Soma blinks around the room - he had been heading to the kitchen, not the parlor, but eh, this works too.]

[He has noticed the tree and boxes, and is amused.]

Go figure, the fangirl does something sorta nice once in a while.

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[last-ofherkind.livejournal.com]

[A familiar face pops up from under the tree]

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[last-dracula.livejournal.com]

[He grins and comes flouncing over.] Looks like the Author wasn't the only one at it.

This is your first Christmas like this, too, isn't it?

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[last-ofherkind.livejournal.com]

[Claudia is staring down her presents as if trying to decide what exactly to open first. She looks almost giddy. She really shouldn't be over exerting but it's clear that she's already been outside from her very cold looking feet. She pushes her hair out of her eyes as she picks up the first box, this one from Kaito, and shakes it]

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[Kaito is checking out the tree again, and looking at his presents, though he doesn't plan on opening them yet, when he sees that Claudia is there and has his present.]

Hey, Claudia.

Re: THURSDAY

[last-ofherkind.livejournal.com]

Good morning!

[She's tearing the wrapping off now, wrapping paper is such a strange thing and she takes a moment to stare confusedly at the tape that has gotten stuck to her thumb. In the end she opts to remove it with her teeth, spitting her enemy out onto the floor. Now she can pay full attention to her box. She opens it slowly, peering into it. She gasps and opens it fully. One hand goes to her mouth.]

It's so beautiful...

[Claudia loves bracelets but the ones she has, the ones she always wears, are simple, handmade of undecorated leather and rope. Slowly she removes it from the box, as if she's afraid it will fall apart if treated too harshly.]