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[toxicological]

[in the arts and crafts cabin today, the tables are spread with paper and pens and crayons. on each piece of paper is what looks like the start of a letter. it reads:

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is...and the funny thing is, if you go close enough to see that, you might find yourself compelled to sit down and write what you want

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[weatherfairy]

Oh...? [sits down at a table, blinking at the paper] Hm.

[isntshejailbait]

*not far from him, someone's very casually leaning on a piece of paper you can just barely see a column of scribbles on*

Hey, Chitose.

[weatherfairy]

Ah-- Annabelle~

[isntshejailbait]

What're you gonna ask Santa for?

[gonwiththewind]

*it's like a trap I totally have to fall for*

For Christmas...

[toxicological]

*SUDDENLY: BEHIND YOU*

Have you been naughty or nice?

[gonwiththewind]

Nice, I think. I know I haven't been really naughty.

[toxicological]

Even a little bit naughty is too much.

[blowsurmind]

[ sits down ] Huh.

[toxicological]

Go on. Tell the nice man all your desires.

[blowsurmind]

But I d- [ starts writing anyway ]

[toxicological]

*how about the supervillain leans over the back of your chair, that sounds like fun*

[pandoraboxed]

[I don't think there's a reason to write down whatever I want :|]

[un_familiar]

- don't sit so close!

[pandoraboxed]

... I'm sorry? [what. scoots away a little]

[un_familiar]

*three chairs away is TOO CLOSE*

Don't read it.

[toxicological]

*gee it's creepy when you're suddenly surrounded by the scent of flowers and dirt, and someone's whispering in your ear*

Sit down, and tell Santa all your heart's desires.

[toxicological]

*have a vine around your ankles to yank you off-balance and into a chair*

That's just too bad.