Not Even A Mouse;

[thalassino]

Characters: EVERYONE
Location: ALL AROUND (but mostly in the plaza)
Time: MORNING - NIGHT??? (aka all day)
Style: Whatever suits!
Status: OPEN

T'was the night before Christmas and all through Vatheon

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[aim_exorable]

[To most who know Darkleer, or who have even seen him faintly in passing, they might be surprised today. In all previous interactions, he has held himself stiffly, most of his expression hidden by a stubborn stoic facade and a pair of shades. In a pair of words, closed off.]

[But right now, his body language is utterly relaxed, shoulders no longer held up rigidly and back not ramrod straight. Even his glasses are missing. The only sign of his stocking is the torn shreds of blue near his feet.]

[The reason for his sudden good mood? Well, occasionally she comes swooping down with a small trill of sound.]

[It's a bird- pure white even in the eyes- and looking like a bizarre mixture between a Harpy Eagle and a cockatoo. Obviously the bird hadn't taken kindly to waking up in an oversized sock, but she seems fond of the troll nonetheless, and him she.]

[He always lets her heave off of his arm to go fly around above him, and seems utterly content, for now, to simply stay in his place.]

[faygot]

[the sound of thudding sneakers is all the warning Darkleer gets before suddenly Gamzee slams into his back, wrapping his skinny arms around him best as he can, laughing into his back. He had been looking for Darkleer! Once he had found his own stocking and the presents inside, he had been very anxious to get everybody else their presents. Darkleer especially. They had looked a long time to get them him stuff. Equius wasn't here so he couldn't really go and give him their shared stuff, but he could give him the thing he got him just from him.]

Mrtyy Kryustna

[Which is what merry christmas sounds like when it is siad with a laugh and muffled by someone's back.]

[aim_exorable]

[Whup! And wow there is most certainly a certain clown hugging him from behind. There may or may not be a small gust of air coming from Darkleer which could be possibly interpreted as a soft chuckle, but he'll admit nothing. It's a good thing the bird is in the air right now- she wouldn't appreciate the sudden appearance.]

Hello to you as well, Sir Makara.

[With a bit of stretching, he manages to play his hand on Gamzee's head.]

[faygot]

Just call me Gamzee.

[Gosh, Darkleer, why can't you just learn Gamzee is certainly no sir. Just calling him Gamzee is much more simple, okay?

He leans into the touch, before he lets go so he can duck around Darkleer, looking up at him.]

What did you fuckin' get?

[brbstealingpknm]

[Anyone around Silver when he finds his stocking will be in for a treat. The normally linefacing teen is smiling just a little and holding onto what looks like a very well loved and stitched up old Sneasel plush.

..With a silvery lace ribbon that Silver is fingering delicately.] Snea? ... You have the ribbon mum put on you, huh?

[ninthserenade]

[Anyone who comes across Demyx today will be greeted with a rather strange creature in his company. He doesn't seem too phased in the slightest save for the grin that nearly threatens to split his face in two as he kneels down on one knee to fuss with the creature's 'hat'.

He may or may not be sporting a bruise on the side of his face, but that's only because the poor thing was startled inside the stocking when Demyx peeked inside. Roundhouse kicks hurt.]

There, see? It's all better. Still, that was one heck of a greeting you gave me! No wonder why all the other girls back home used to listen to you with no questions asked.

[demon_heir]

Hey, Demyx! Merry Christmas!

[Mion waves as she walks over, only to tilt her head upon seeing the creature.]

Hey, who's that?

[Although it becomes more apparent afterward that it's more of a 'what' than a 'who'.]

[ninthserenade]

Ah--Mion, hey!

[Looking between his newest companion and Mion, he simply keeps the grin up.]

This is Terpsichore--she's actually a lot like me in a sense.

[demon_heir]

Terpsichore...?

[Well that's a mouthful.]

How so? You mean she's goofy and flails a lot when she's embarrassed?

[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda is looking rather thrilled once she manages to get her harp out of the stocking. To thank the city for finally doing something that doesn't suck, she proceeds to play the Serenade of Water right there by the tree.]

[zelda_hylia]

[She lets out a satisfied sigh when the song is complete. No, it didn't transport her to Lake Hylia, but she didn't expect the city to give her an easy way out. At this point, she was just happy that the harp felt right - it wasn't damaged in any way and it was definitely hers.

She pauses when she notices someone nearby and gives him a small smile.]

Hello, there. Oh! We've spoken before, haven't we? On the network...

[She's still embarrassed that post didn't turn out private like she had intended.]

I don't think I gave you my name, then. I am Zelda.

[demon_heir]

[Well that certainly took forever. By the time Mion finally manages to locate her own stocking, it's well into the afternoon. But find it she does, and the stocking is eagerly taken down and emptied.

It only contains one present, though; a large photograph framed in silver. Mion blinks as she holds it up and gazes at it. Then, slowly, a smile forms on her face. It's sad and nostalgic, but genuine nonetheless.]

Merry Christmas, guys...

[cry_some_moar]

Hope you don't mind some new CR?

[Heavy hung his stocking up a while ago, after he realized arguing with those natives wasn't gonna fly. However, he was presently surprised at what it was. A picture of his team and himself: http://dandreamz.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/team-fortress-2.jpg

He was a bit distracted by it, before hearing the girl. He turned around.]

Da, Merry Christmas.