CHRISTMAS GIFTS

[thalassino]

Who: ALL OF VATHEON
Where: CENTER PLAZA
When: CHRISTMAS
Style: Whatever works!
Status: OPEN. GO MINGLE. THREADJACK. TEASE AND EXCHANGE GIFTS. IT'S CHRISTMAS.

[And in the center plaza, there is a magnificent tree. And yes, it is decorated with starfish, amongst other sea-themed decorations (there is a starfish at the very top as well. It is a very

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[runsyoudown]

[After being tormented by the sudden appearance of her two elder sisters, Rider had gone into hiding, refusing to show weakness to any of the inhabitants of this hell she had been dumped in.

Yet as soon as they had come, the two spirits had suddenly vanished without a trace. Her clothing had also reverted back to normal, which was just as puzzling. There is certainly more to this place than meets the eye...

So Rider jumps off of the tall building she had been hiding out on, landing lightly on her feet. The large tree and mound of presents to mostly ignored; she had never experienced Christmas before, so for all she knew, this day is just like any other.]

[sophistly]

[As one used to dealing with the unusual...He knows it when he sees it.

And so he strolls over, cane in hand, and beams.]

Are you not fond of presents, miss?

[runsyoudown]

[Turns her head ever so slightly, expression remaining neutral.]

...Presents?

[sophistly]

Indeed! They often are given at various, specific parts of the year, though pres-sent-ly, you may find some right over there.

[And he waves a floppy sleeve in the direction of the tree.]

[runsyoudown]

[She gives the tree a second look, along with mounds of presents piled up underneath it.]

I see. However, it is unlikely that I have receive anything, as I have only just arrived in this place.

[sophistly]

[A thoughtful pause.]

Assumptions are such dangerous things. If they have brought you here, they surely know of you, wouldn't you say?

[...He is curious. How quickly do the people here work?]

[runsyoudown]

They?

[His words confuse Rider. She died, so wasn't this her hell? It wasn't like anyone had actually brought her here.]

[sophistly]

Correct! Our would-be kidnappers, I presume~

[runsyoudown]

[Kidnappers? Ok, now she's really confused.]

Explain.

[sophistly]

Oh? Was I not clear enough? Clearly we have been brought here for some purpose by certain kidnappers!

[runsyoudown]

Is this not some form of Hell?

[sophistly]

It could very well be! It is quite difficult to make such a distinction so soon~

[runsyoudown]

....

[She falls silent again, as speaking with him seems to be getting her absolutely nowhere in terms of straight answers.]

[sophistly]

[That is most certainly true.

And it hardly matters to him; a tin of candy appears in his hands from some hidden pocket, and he shakes it once or twice, appearing pleased with what he hears. And with a smile--]

So little to say, whether in hell or prison? How un-us-u-al~

[runsyoudown]

Is it?

[She was hardly the quietest person ever, even if she herself had not met anyone who spoke less than her.]

[sophistly]

Lest you'd like to so quietly go into that dark night--

Ah, or the rather blueish ocean.

[He tilts his head, looking up.]

It is really not very dark at all, is it?