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[In the halls of the normally austere and utilitarian base, there are no soldiers on patrol, no guard robots - just some garlands of holly and tinsel.
Until Yuan wanders through to the mess hall, which is full of the sounds and smells of a traditional Celsiyule party in full swing. The room is full of decorations, tables with food, and smiling, happy half-elves spending their holiday with their friends.]
[The first to greet him is his chief of security.] Well, look who's finally showed up to his own Celsiyule party!
...Lyon... [It's more than he could possibly hope that his subordinates are actually here for Christmas, but...it's good to see them again. And they are all here, he can see the others approaching.]
Lord Yuan! Try this kind, they're brand new this year, I got the trick from my sister! [Rebecca shoves a plate of fresh cookies toward him, all cheerfully decorated. They smell delicious, and Yuan takes them from her, slipping back into his leaderly role as if he'd never left at all.]
And I can't protest anymore that I won't be able to taste them. ...Thank you, Rebecca.
[Charles is next, hovering nearby until he can catch Yuan's attention.] I-If you have a moment, Lord Yuan? I think I've finally worked out a way to put weapons on the Rheairds without taking too much power from the engines...
That's excellent news, Charles. [He smiles genuinely, to make sure the man knows he's not being blown off - it's just not the time for technical spec right now.] I'm sure I won't understand the details, though, so why don't you put the report on my desk, and I'll get you the supplies you need.
Y-yes, sir. Thank you!
[There is a ninja over by the wall, and Yuan approaches him.]
...
And what about you, Hiroshi? Shouldn't you be on leave with your family back in Mizuho?
We don't celebrate the same holidays, sir. ...For this one, my family is here.
I see. Carry on, then, and forget I said anything.
[He wanders through, just observing, and eventually takes his place by his Second, who he sees has his own plate of Rebecca's cookies.]
I'm dreaming, aren't I?
Does it really matter? [Botta's tone is warm and quiet, and he smiles as he says it. Yuan relaxes and leans back against the table to watch the proceedings.]
...I guess not.
((ooc: Totally open! Come and visit Yuan's base in the holiday season~ NPCs are free to engage in conversation, if you can keep them talking - most will probably wander off after a little, since they're only dreams of people Yuan knows.))
Until Yuan wanders through to the mess hall, which is full of the sounds and smells of a traditional Celsiyule party in full swing. The room is full of decorations, tables with food, and smiling, happy half-elves spending their holiday with their friends.]
[The first to greet him is his chief of security.] Well, look who's finally showed up to his own Celsiyule party!
...Lyon... [It's more than he could possibly hope that his subordinates are actually here for Christmas, but...it's good to see them again. And they are all here, he can see the others approaching.]
Lord Yuan! Try this kind, they're brand new this year, I got the trick from my sister! [Rebecca shoves a plate of fresh cookies toward him, all cheerfully decorated. They smell delicious, and Yuan takes them from her, slipping back into his leaderly role as if he'd never left at all.]
And I can't protest anymore that I won't be able to taste them. ...Thank you, Rebecca.
[Charles is next, hovering nearby until he can catch Yuan's attention.] I-If you have a moment, Lord Yuan? I think I've finally worked out a way to put weapons on the Rheairds without taking too much power from the engines...
That's excellent news, Charles. [He smiles genuinely, to make sure the man knows he's not being blown off - it's just not the time for technical spec right now.] I'm sure I won't understand the details, though, so why don't you put the report on my desk, and I'll get you the supplies you need.
Y-yes, sir. Thank you!
[There is a ninja over by the wall, and Yuan approaches him.]
...
And what about you, Hiroshi? Shouldn't you be on leave with your family back in Mizuho?
We don't celebrate the same holidays, sir. ...For this one, my family is here.
I see. Carry on, then, and forget I said anything.
[He wanders through, just observing, and eventually takes his place by his Second, who he sees has his own plate of Rebecca's cookies.]
I'm dreaming, aren't I?
Does it really matter? [Botta's tone is warm and quiet, and he smiles as he says it. Yuan relaxes and leans back against the table to watch the proceedings.]
...I guess not.
((ooc: Totally open! Come and visit Yuan's base in the holiday season~ NPCs are free to engage in conversation, if you can keep them talking - most will probably wander off after a little, since they're only dreams of people Yuan knows.))