Kamamoto, if you're there, say something! [ a beat. ] He may be too busy eating even if he's here, Mikoto-san... crap, I should've saved some stuff from earlier for when I found you...
[A handwritten letter arrives for Selim. The writing is flowing but legible cursive, but the writer periodically switches between red and green ink, and it is decorated with drawings of vines.
It's a Christmas greeting, all right.]
Dearest Selim,
You are most cordially invited to a celebration of family, friendship, forgiveness, and estrangement on December 17th from 3:00PM, or earlier, until whenever we feel like stopping, at [the address for the warehouse]. This season mustn't pass by without a grand affair full of of food and gift-giving, in the best of Christmas traditions.
Oh, but you don't have to bring gifts. There won't be any set gift-giving time. Besides, do you really want to give your friends presents so early? It's far better to make them wait until the 25th. Patience is an important quality to learn for the winter months. Of course, I'll prepare the food, unless you wish to contribute some. Please keep any amount of arsenic in food below fatal levels for human children!
In the spirit of Christmas and all ritualistic holidays designed to prepare communities for defence against a harsh winter of dangerous weather and low quantities of food, you are invited to bring anyone you feel like. While more people is a greater strain on resources, the contribution of any individual to the group balances that out with the warmth and love provided. Let's gather together and avoid a cruel death in the months to come.
Hoping for your presence and survival, your friend, Christopher Chareau de Red
[post is here, tag in at your leisure or handwave or excuse yourself however you like!]
[At some point between the beginning of the 24th and the end of the 25th, Christopher delivers (handed off in person or left at a doorstep) a Christmas gift: blood-soaked dirt. It is given with all the best Christmas wishes from a friend.]
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Kamamoto, if you're there, say something! [ a beat. ] He may be too busy eating even if he's here, Mikoto-san... crap, I should've saved some stuff from earlier for when I found you...
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S'it winter up here?
[
THE MOON DOESN'T HAVE DIFFERENT SEASONS MIKOTO. ]
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Um. Who's Kamamoto?
[A beat.]
And I'm not sure what season it is, here.
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You ask her, you're good at that...
[ in what planet, Yata?! (spoilers: Mikoto was good at everything) ]
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...Ask what, exactly?
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[ . . . for kusanagi's tastes. :(
meanwhile, closer to the tablet mic - ]
Who're you?
...how did i miss this tag
I'm Selim. Um, didn't I meet you in the hallway, before?
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It's a Christmas greeting, all right.]
Dearest Selim,
You are most cordially invited to a celebration of family, friendship, forgiveness, and estrangement on December 17th from 3:00PM, or earlier, until whenever we feel like stopping, at [the address for the warehouse]. This season mustn't pass by without a grand affair full of of food and gift-giving, in the best of Christmas traditions.
Oh, but you don't have to bring gifts. There won't be any set gift-giving time. Besides, do you really want to give your friends presents so early? It's far better to make them wait until the 25th. Patience is an important quality to learn for the winter months. Of course, I'll prepare the food, unless you wish to contribute some. Please keep any amount of arsenic in food below fatal levels for human children!
In the spirit of Christmas and all ritualistic holidays designed to prepare communities for defence against a harsh winter of dangerous weather and low quantities of food, you are invited to bring anyone you feel like. While more people is a greater strain on resources, the contribution of any individual to the group balances that out with the warmth and love provided. Let's gather together and avoid a cruel death in the months to come.
Hoping for your presence and survival, your friend,
Christopher Chareau de Red
[post is here, tag in at your leisure or handwave or excuse yourself however you like!]
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