Heck, Let's All Be Santa (Pt. 2)

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Heck, Let's All Be Santa (Pt. 2)
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@Amuulzhaan 2 years ago
(( Rightio there were still some threads going on on the last part, so we're gonna drop kick them over here! Keep being festive my dudes. ))
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Tairais • 2 years ago
(( Irene Lavin:
Meanwhile, Irina, frozen by the harsh winter, was singing in the middle of the street, all by herself, with her pure contralto notes. The music was the only present she could give to everyone:
Silent night, holly night...
Jekyll1886:
Lewis noticed Irina, the woman he'd welcomed to the Society the other day, outside singing in the cold.
Though he wasn't of a particularly religious bent himself, it was Christmas, and it wouldn't do to leave her there alone.
Wordlessly, he grabbed his long coat and scarf and exited the Society.
The air was cold but invigorating, reminding him of his childhood in Scotland. He was glad the winters here in London were comparatively milder.
He came to where Irina stood, and joined her in singing, draping his coat around her and handing her the scarf.
Irina Leví: If Irene wants to say something in return, you're more than welcome to I think! ))
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Irina Leví  Tairais • 2 years ago • edited
((Thanks!! :) ))
Irina was grateful with Lewis, singing happily. She had a compilaction of classic carols which she shared to Lewis. Irina didn't meet him, but she thought it would be a good time to introduce herself.
-I'm Irina Leví- she said when she finished "Silent night".
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Jekyll1886  Irina Leví • 2 years ago
"Lewis Weir," he replied. "A pleasure."
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Irina Leví  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago
-Why are you here?- Irina asked-. They seem having fun there.- She pointed to the society doors.
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Jekyll1886  Irina Leví • 2 years ago
Lewis shrugged.
"I think...I just wanted you to know that someone heard you, that someone...appreciates what you do, this gift on Christmas."
"And you looked a little chilly," he added with a friendly smile. "Don't want you to freeze out here."
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Irina Leví  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago
-Oh, don't worry about that- she said with smiling eyes-. I appreciate the cold.
She pointed to the ground, covered by snow. Snowflakes were falling.
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Jekyll1886  Irina Leví • 2 years ago
"Mm," he agreed with a gentle smile.
The Society's building, too, had a layer of snow upon it. It lent an air of yuletide grace to its stately architecture. Warm, yellow light shone from the windows.
"It is rather beautiful."
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Tairais • 2 years ago
(( CarwashCat:
Sydney shrugged.
"Humour equals tragedy plus time." Sydney quipped, adjusting her glasses. "Twain. I wasn't one to take "you can't paint" as an answer. I'm a slow learner."
She reached down and ate one of the biscuits. Like she thought, it was delicious. "But at least I do learn."
Jekyll1886:
"Speaking of which...happy Christmas, Sydney. May the true spirit of the season dwell within you."
CarwashCat, dunno if Sydney has a final remark or something, but the chance is here if you want it? ))
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CarwashCat  Tairais • 2 years ago
((Yeah, didn't know where to put this, thanks for doing that!))
"And also with you." Sydney replied, taking another bite. Tipping her head, she waltzed off, whistling "I Saw Three Ships" as she turned a corner out of view.
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Tairais • 2 years ago
(( Helen Jekyll:
Helen looked a bit puzzled at the stomach comment, but courteousy won over curiosity and she decided not to ask.
“Well, if it’s alright with you, Charricthran, and only, of course, if you’re up to arranging an escort, Lewis, I was considering using a portion of my gift to, ah... buy some presents for others,” She shared with a timid smile, looking to each of them in turn as she spoke.
Jekyll1886:
Weir nodded to Charricthran before handing the book back to Helen.
"That's generous of you," Lewis said to her with a smile. "I suppose we had better get some food and get going if we plan to shop--tomorrow's Christmas Day." ))
Charricthran watched their exchange with a half-moon smile on his face.
As Lewis finished speaking, he slid his words into the space they left behind.
"I'll take that as my cue ta leave- ain't much good in a marketplace, me. Happy holidays t'ya both, and here's hopin' nothin' goes aflame without needin' ta!"
He turned on his heel left through the shadows with little more than a crawing chuckle and a small puff of air.
(( Helen Jekyll: Dunno if you wanna keep this ball rolling, but it's at the top of the hill if you wanna push it :P ))
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Helen Jekyll  Tairais • 2 years ago • edited
“Happy holidays, and a wonderful morning for you, Charricthran,” returned Helen with a smile, unable to stifle her surprise at seeing him vanish through the shadows.
“I really must ask him how he does that someday...”
((Jekyll1886))
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Jekyll1886  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago
"The same to you, Charricthran," returned Lewis with a chortle before the other left.
"Indeed," he replied to Helen.
"Ah, shall we go, then?" he asked, getting the door for her.
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Helen Jekyll  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago
“Yes, thank you,” She replaced most of the gems in their box, only pocketing a few before stepping out the door.
The two of them spent the day going about town, shopping for presents with the money Helen received in return for the jewels.
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Tairais • 2 years ago
(( Wizardblizzard Here you are! :D Sorry about the delay! ))
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Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
((I'm just going to put all this in one posting, save mess.))
Isabella had been working on something, and was rather pleased with herself. 
Something will probably go wrong somehow, she thought to herself, but you never know till you try. Anyway, it hadn't gone wrong while she was working on it... or, at least, she'd got it right everntually... and that was what anyone would expect to be the most difficult part. Experiments were so often easier than people. Anyway. They were small but they were something. She was surprised, when she thought about it, to realise how few people she really knew that well, after over a year at the Society.
She had six little tissue paper packages to leave in different rooms. She started with Brent Hughes and Sydney Shaw, not that she knew those two that well, but they were new and that seemed like enough reason. 
Inside each package was a polished copper oak leaf. It was curiously lifelike, almost photographic; less like anything modelled by an artist than as if a real leaf had been changed into metal. 
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Along with the leaf was a note:
Hope you're beginning to get the hang of this madhouse. Merry Christmas. Isabella Walker.
MadderJanobii CarwashCat
Taking a guess at how to find the next person, she left a package marked "Charricthran" outside Richard Prince's room.
The package was bigger than the others; along with the leaf was a fat little book bound in red cloth. A note was tucked inside the cover of the book. 
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Merry Christmas, or whatever they have in Capricorn whereever you come from. If they don't have anything, then merry Christmas anyway. Isabella Walker.
Tairais
She'd thought long and hard about the next one, given that she barely even knew Dr. Helen in person. After much pen-chewing she finally wrote:
Been quite a year, hasn't it? Here's to a better one next year. Merry Christmas. Isabella Walker. 
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She hadn't seen Kito Latro for quite a while.
Hope you're doing all right these days. Merry Christmas. Isabella Walker. 
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Wizardblizzard  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
((Oh and there's supposed to be a leaf pic in every bit but it doesn't seem to like that.))
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Helen Jekyll  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago • edited
((MadderJanobii, CarwashCat, Tairais, Miss-Dreamerkat))
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Tairais  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
Richard had gone to visit old friends for the holidays after Charricthran and he had delivered their gifts, which meant some small amount of intrigue at the package Charricthran noted on the kid's doorstep.
He gave the leaf a curious half-frown-half-wry-smile and opened the cover of the book. Upon reading the note, he chuckled somewhat bitterly.
I've told ya plenty 'nough already, kid. 'Sides- what else would I be?
Thoughts flicking past like fireflies, he went inside Richard's room and scanned the pages of the book, a sharp sort of hunger gracing his features now that there wasn't any threat of someone glancing over his shoulder.
He wanted to know what the thing was, naturally.
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Wizardblizzard  Tairais • 2 years ago
((*facepalms* I dun forgot I'd picked out a pic with no title on!))
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Tairais  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
Charricthran couldn't help but laugh with sharp-soft amusement, the sound coming out in barks and shards of glass.
Startlingly apt, the gift.
'Down the rabbit-hole' indeed, kid. Fancy that.
He wove the ideas of plans and contingencies behind his eyes and settled down on Richard's couch to read words he'd last seen over a hundred years into a future shoved backwards and sideways. Torke'd been fond of the book, a fact that'd been truly endearing, given that the man would've almost always preferred tomes of knowledge and theory to fiction.
All in all, it was a good conclusion to the day. Dear ones old and new, visited, remembered, and cherished. All in the spirit of balance and rebirth.
Bensvelk Onkmet'lilbhiahin, Nald'su Welun. Here's hoping the next is just as pleasant, or moreso.
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CarwashCat  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
Sydney walked into her rooms, having just bought a new batch of canvases and oil paint, along with pencils and brushes for the new year. It would last her about six months, judging by the enormity of the shopping she carried into the room. Carefully putting the canvases down and gently putting the bottles of oil paint in a cabinet, Sydney noticed something among the mess pile of her room.
She knew when something in her room was out of place. That was the entire reason her room was a pigsty, everything was in it's correct place, albeit completely uncategorical. But then there was a little tissue package on top of the pile like a cherry on a cake. A thin package at that. It had her name on it.
Hopping over the papers strewn about the floor, trying not to track mud on them, Sydney reached it and tore it open. Inside it was a small copper leaf. Hard, unbending, stiff. Another thing slipped out from the package, a folded note.
Hope you're beginning to get the hang of this madhouse. Merry Christmas. 
- Isabella Walker.
Sydney smiled. She suddenly had an idea. Yanking out a stray nail from the door, and using a hammer that she had procured, Sydney dug a hole into the stem of the leaf. Taking a spare bit of string used for drying her clothes, Sydney wrapped it through the hole and tied it into a necklace. Merry Christmas, Isabella. Hope you enjoyed your painting.
Turning to the door, and putting the leaf necklace down, Sydney remembered the painting she gave Isabella. The very one she showed her when she first came to the Society. Innumerable shades of grey, the thousands of chimneys shot innumerable towers of smoke into the sky, blotting out the sun and sending the city from day into night.
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Wizardblizzard  CarwashCat • 2 years ago
((Nice! Kinda ended up doing two replies at once so see Helen's, above!))
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Jekyll1886  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
Lewis received the package at his flat.
Opening it, he smiled.
Thank you, Isabella. It's nice to be thought of. I'm thinking of you, too.
When he left for the Society on Christmas, he placed the present he'd selected for her into a bag with the other gifts he wished to give.
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Eventually, Weir and Walker found each other at the Society.
"Ah, Isabella," said Lewis. "Merry Christmas to you."
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Wizardblizzard  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago
Isabella smiled. "And to you! Do you think it's cold enough for snow?"
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Jekyll1886  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
"I think it might just," he returned.
"Oh, by the by," he said, reaching into the bag, "this is for you."
He produced a rectangular package wrapped in colorful paper and tied with a bow.
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Wizardblizzard  Jekyll1886 • 2 years ago
"Ooh." Smiling, she took the parcel and carefully began to unwrap it. (She could never bear to spoil fancy paper if she could help it.)
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Jekyll1886  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago • edited
Within was a book--a journal bound in blue leather.
On the inside cover was a handwritten note:
Isabella,
The past year kept us both rather busy, but know it's my genuine pleasure to count myself your friend.
I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I did penning it, and that it may be of use to you.
Warm regards,
Lewis
The front page bore the title, On Astral Projection: Notes, Observations, and Techniques.
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Helen Jekyll  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
Helen had been leaving her room to grab some breakfast when she noticed the package at her doorway, taking it inside.
‘Been quite a year, hasn't it? Here's to a better one next year. Merry Christmas.’... Ah, how very kind of her.
She smiled warmly and opened the gift, turning the metallic leaf that was inside over in her hands.
I really must return the favor...
On Christmas Day, a parcel was left outside Isabella’s door, reading the tag “Thank you very much for the gift, and happy holidays! —Helen”.
Inside was a small painting of a field of grass, with what appeared to be purple hyacinths dotting the green, which she had bought the day prior.
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Wizardblizzard  Helen Jekyll • 2 years ago
When Isabella saw the signature she oo'd like a small kid. Beaming from ear to ear, she unwrapped the parcel.
Seems to be a day for paintings, she thought, chuckling to herself at the coincidence. She picked up Sydney's picture with its view of London as a mass of smoking chimneys, holding up one in each hand. It would be difficult for two paintings to be more different. Opposites, sort of thing. A lot of it about. She'd thought, when Sydney had first shown her the picture that itDark, light, beauty, dirt, fear, hope... You could have both.
When she got home she hung up both paintings side by side. Her landlady was perplexed.
"What do you want that nasty thing on your wall for?"
"I thought it went nicely with the other one."
Mrs. Parsly was clearly not convinced.
"Also, they're presents from friends."
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MadderJanobii  Wizardblizzard • 2 years ago
Brent rubbed his eyes sleepily as he trudged back into the society. He had been out at a party with his friends outside the society and had gotten so drunk he ended spending the night at one of their places. He was still trying to figure out how they had convinced him to do such a thing when he noticed a small package at his room’s door.
Brent glanced left and right down the hall before picking it up and taking it inside his room. Closing the door behind him, Brent sat down on his bed and opened it. He ran his fingers across the metallic leaf and smiled a little. “I know just what to do with this.”
Brent looked through his small collection of hats before spotting the one with a black stripe. He held the leaf next to it and looked in the mirror. “Yes, perfect! I’ll just have to figure out how to keep it on the hat.”
Brent set the hat and leaf down and began to change into new clothing. He pondered what he should give Isabella in return. Truth be told, he had meant to get all the members in the society gifts but he barely knew any of them so he hadn’t want to offend anyone by only giving gifts to a select few. Plus… well Brent didn’t actually remember where anyone’s room was and he was a bit too ashamed to ask for directions. He had been here some time now and he still kept getting lost. London, he could manage, but not the society.
“Maybe… some tea? Hm… but how would I get it to everyone?” Brent straightened his clothes before heading down to the kitchen to brew some tea. Maybe he could leave flowers and notes for everyone? Would that be enough?
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Wizardblizzard  MadderJanobii • 2 years ago
((is out of words
but
can be in the kitchen
if you want me to be!))
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