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

Comments

[contemptibility]

[To be honest, Tiir isn't entirely sure why he's even participating in this, though the reason probably begins with "Guriko's" and ends with "sake".

-That's forgotten, however, once he realizes what his item is.

... It might seem a bit weird, seeing Tiir holding a worn skipping rope, frozen and looking vaguely like he's just been punched in the stomach, but.]

Is this supposed to be some kind of joke...?

[withoutasign]

Psii!

[Guess who has a squeaky and completely excited troll jesus pouncing all over him right now?]

Psii, wake up, I've got something for you! Come on, come on, get up!

[psiinusoiidal]

[ What.

Signless is going to find himself neatly picked up into the air by a firm psionic grasp while the Helmsman looks up at him in a mix of bemusement and alarm. He actually falls asleep, and this is what he gets. This is his life. ]

...what?

[withoutasign]

[Signless squirms in the air, completely unbothered by the red and blue light that's holding him up. He's used to being picked up and moved around by psionics; this is actually a pleasant reminder of the things they used to do together.]

It's up on the roof! Come on, put me down, I'll go show you!

[psiinusoiidal]

[ Give him a second, he's just going to remind himself that somehow this is the man that led a revolution that shook Alternia to its very foundations. Darkleer actually went to the trouble to confirm that it wasn't some mass delusion, by the way, which makes it all the more fascinating.

He vaguely waves his hand as he floats himself up, setting Signless down on the ground once more before rubbing at his eyes. ]

If you inthitht.

[ He has all of the confusion, but he'll follow along. ]

[stridertime]

[Dave is pretty new still, so he's slightly surprised that there was even a stocking set up for him. God damn, this place was quick apparently.

It wasn't the stocking that made him stand there, numb. It was the content inside. Bro's sword...

He knows it has to be Bro's sword. It looks like Bro's sword. Dear god, it even still has dried blood on it. If this place was being so terribly ironic, it seriously won in the being super fucking ironic that it hurts. No, it really did hurt. He could feel his chest tighten a little. No, he didn't care. He wanted to not care.]

Fuck this shit.

[duncansdontsing]

With one hell of a yawn, Duncan pretty much drags himself out of his apartment to find...his stocking missing. The light was still all twisted around like Equius had left it, but the stupid stocking was missing. He eventually tracked it down to the center of town, where it was attached to another light altogether. Apparently Santy-stand-in was mocking him, because it was also in the same position: six feet up the pole, upside down.

"...oh ha-ha."

Of course, Duncan's going to climb the light pole anyway. Hell, somebody went through the trouble of getting it out of where he put it (and Equius secured it), least he could do was pay the guy enough respect to check if anything was inside. Which, there was- something hairy and alive. One startled cry he would totally deny making later, and Duncan was suddenly on his back on the ground. With a new pet spider clinging to his hand. Rather than panic though, well...

"Sweet! Oh man, what am I gonna call ya? Scruffy Jr?"Okay, he was now in kid-in-a-candy-store mode as he rattled off more

[ninthserenade]

[Don't mind him, he's just going to stare from a good distance because what are giant spiders.]

...Dude? What is that thing?

[sometimes_boe]

[Jack stood leaning against the outside of the shop he had found his stocking on and looked at the framed picture in his hand.

A small, sad, smile crossed his face, but he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the picture. This place seemed to know just how to hurt him these days.

In his other hand he held a gun-looking device that he, absent-mindedly, stuck into one of his coat's pockets. The sonic blaster could be looked over later, right now the picture held his full attention.]

[teaboyisms]

[ With the silver stopwatch he'd found in his own stocking still, he spots Jack and leans against the wall. He cant see what he' got in his hand but he knows that look well. ]<\font>

Merry Christmas, Jack.

[sometimes_boe]

[Jack finally looked away from the frame and smiled softly at Ianto.]

Merry Christmas to you too. Get anything from 'Santa?'

[teaboyisms]

Oh yes, I did actually. [ Holds up the object, the same old silver stopwatch, the one he'd lost as everything went to hell. He hadn't thought of it in so long, so much had changed. ]

Not really sure how they knew, or even found it, but there you go. Think our Santa may be getting at something?