[At the wee hours of morning, the feed opens to some jolly whistling of "Jingle Bells", Mickey not seeming to mind the cold. He doesn't seem to notice that Walt is following him around with his gear turned on, too preoccupied with pulling a small sled that now has two gifts in it. He drops the gifts off at a doorstep and dusts his hands free of snow, beaming.]
Welp, that's the last of 'em. Let's go home, Walt.
Char--
[The feed cuts off as Walt fumbles with the gear before Mickey can see.]
[ooc: Changed my mind. Every traveling party in Violet City is getting
one of these as well, with a note of "Share with your friends!" Also, his gift list is
here. MERRY CHRISTMAS, ROUTE.