Christmas Convoy

[random_xtras]

The rigs just went through, with a jingling of bells and the playing of a cheesy country song. The last rig through slows and then pulls to one side, to sit with the light of the sign picking out the thin green and red detailing on its gleaming white paint

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[statsraaden]

Would it be possible to get peace and mutual understanding across the whole multiverse?

[And the end of all fiction, are you sure, Stats?]

[random_xtras]

"Not in a Christmas package." The elf looks up at him with a gentle smile. "But I do have something for you if you want it, Statsraaden."

[statsraaden]

*Pffffff 'it doesn't fit.' It doesn't fit? IT HAD BETTER BECAUSE IT HAS NO VOLUME*
Er... let me think about this one?

[Stats is quite cheerful and likes racing with his sons Krisprolls and South. He's also a kind and protective person, although he likes teasing and playing pranks, either to his sons or with them, to others. He also believes in letting people find for themselves the way they want to do things, although when he disagrees with someone, he lets them know and starts to discuss. Um... I guess that doesn't give you many ideas, right?]

I has ideas

[random_xtras]

She chuckles softly. "You need to think about wanting a gift?" Her head turns so that she can look into the trailer, where the gift bags are shifting and sorting themselves. "Oh, I have Krisprolls' coal, and South's and Swan's gifts too."

dude. my whole headspace is trying to run over here. give me a number limit. XD

[waterfell]

"Lists?" Ami tilts her head and regards the elf with decided bemusement. She's never quite heard of that tradition except vaguely. She takes a few steps closer anyway, and rests a hand on her hip habitually.

XD See PM.

[random_xtras]

"Mmm hmm." The elf smiles, her dark eyes gentle and kindly. "The lists of everyone who was naughty or nice."

Got it <3

[waterfell]

Ami might very well be on the naughty list. She's done some terrible things she's been told are unforgivable. She knows she's unforgivable herself. But as a result, somewhere in the middle, she accomplished some good things, too.

"What decides that?" This is said a bit dismissively.

(ooc: as for ideas, she's a med student, bookworm, likes feeling normal instead of isolated as genius/soldier/evil/whatever. soldier of water and knowledge from planet mercury.)

Six gingermen and a peice of coal?

[random_xtras]

"My Boss." Those dark eyes seem to look into the younger (younger at present anyway) girl's soul.

Then she looks up into the back of the trailer as the heap of red velvet gift bags begins to shift and move. Something is being sorted to the surface in there.

[mage_hatchlings]

Here come seven little Magelets, watching over three even smaller ones.

"Presents?" asks Luca.

"What lists?" asks Juro.

((You've met these guys. I can't imagine them ever being on a Naughty list. And they like just about any kind of toy or candy, especially things that can't be too easily made in their village yet, like crayons. :) The littlest three are big enough for crayons and such too, they're not so small they'll eat them. ;) ))

[random_xtras]

The elf chuckles and takes down three medium bags, then goes to her knees in front of the smallest Magelets and tries to look stern despite dancing eyes. "The lists of everyone who's been naughty or nice. Have you been naughty?"

[mage_hatchlings]

"What does 'naughty' mean?" asks the little Magelet, just blinking up at her with big glowing eyes.

[random_xtras]

She laughs softly and kisses the little one on the hat, then gives him one of the bags before gently handing the other two bags to his siblings. "Not you."

[victormakesart]

"Do you have anything for the two girls I'm caring for? Anya and Athena?" Of course, she's interested in presents too, but she's not nearly a child, and she doesn't want to be selfish.

Today, Victor is wearing two hats. A bowler, with a knit cap underneath it and covering her ears because bowler hats don't exactly keep your head particularly warm (she has learned that).

[random_xtras]

"I do." The elf chuckles as the presents in the truck start to move around and sort themselves. "And I have yours too, Victor Allen."

[victormakesart]

"Yeah?" She brightens up, wiggles a little to one side, a little to the other, tugging the hat lower over her ears.

[random_xtras]

"It's been awhile since you came to the trucks," notes the elf as she picks up a small red velvet bag with Victor's name embroidered on it. "This one's yours."

[1stmacleod]

"...What? I thought we're supposed to be careful of things given away here?" Connor looks wary, now that he's suffered one LOL. As if he wasn't paranoid to begin with.

[random_xtras]

Quizzical dark eyes turn toward him, and then light with recognition. "Connor MacCleod. I've got messages for you."

"Oh, and you are," she adds as a slender hand goes into her jacket pocket and pulls out a green envelope and a rolled piece of paper. "But if you ask around you'll find that we Christmas elves don't play tricks on people."

[1stmacleod]

"Messages from who?" He looks, if possible, even more wary. "And I know LOLs aren't always on purpose." After all, he got his first from a friend, who was deeply apologetic after.

[random_xtras]

"This one's from Sam." She reads the writing on the green envelope and then waves it slightly. "And this one's from Silver. They both wanted me to keep an eye out for you and make sure you got those."