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Happy Holidays

✖ THE MALL

Ⅰ. THE REASON FOR THE SEASON
Boy, wasn’t November exciting? How about those Black Friday deals, huh? Hope you’ve had fun camping out in furniture stores! You can of course continue to bunk there, but the High Temple is also open to all Travelers again this month if you’d rather sleep there. Don’t forget to stock up on items that could fit inside your Traveler bag - this is the perfect time to get that fancy moisturizer you’ve been missing, some books, or maybe a copy of the hot new video game Bonestorm!

As December rolls in, you’ll notice that there’s even MORE holiday cheer to be found! Pressing in on all sides of you! Suffocating you! Or maybe you’re one of those people who just lives for carols and huge plastic evergreens decked out in tinsel and lights, in which case you’re going to be thrilled!

There are indeed plenty of those aforementioned trees throughout the mall, alongside wire and light reindeer, glowing stars, and oversized novelty gift boxes. If you have keen eyes you’ll notice that hidden throughout the mall are dozens of small, creepy elves with dead vacant eyes. They don’t do anything. They just… watch.

Who on earth could they be reporting to?

Ⅱ. HE SEES YOU WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING

At the center of the mall concourse there is now a miniature village set up, themed entirely in ice and snow and candy. At the center of this plastic paradise is a lavishly decorated chair, and in front of it a camera. At times marked clearly on a schedule at the village gate you can wait in line behind a red velvet rope for your turn to see him.

Who? Well. That depends.

In many worlds, there is a benevolent figure who appears in December, bearing gifts for all the good children. Santa is the most likely person you’ll find sitting on that big chair, ho-ho-hoing and looking as kind and jolly as any creature possibly could.

Maybe you’re from somewhere without a Santa Claus, but with some other equivalent. In that case, you might see what you’re familiar with instead!

Regardless of his exact form, the figure who beckons you to sit beside him has only one concern: have you been nice?

Niceness is subjective, but if you’ve managed it you will be rewarded. With a twinkle in his eye, the Non-Denominational Mall Figure will reach into his magic bag and pull out a gift, JUST for you! What could it be?!

Oh, and don’t forget to smile for the photo! You may pick it up in half an hour once it is developed.

But if you’ve been naughty, or if you sneak over to that chair during the OFF hours? In that case there will be a cracking noise and the sudden overwhelming scent of rank goat.

“Better luck next year,” the Non-Denominational Mall Figure says sadly, his eyes trained on something over your shoulder. Turn your head and you’ll see that your naughtiness has attracted another holiday staple: Krampus.

Yes, this hairy, horned devil carries chains and bitch rods, the latter of which he uses to whip the everloving shit out of you if he catches you. You’ll have to outrun him long enough that he gets bored, or find some other way to distract him or pay him off. Maybe there’s a German market set up in the mall somewhere where you could get Krampus to do a Smorgasvein with you?

Notes:
1. This month if your character has been nice, they may receive ONE special item! They may only receive this gift once - multiple attempts to see the Non-Denominational Mall Figure will result in Krampus appearing instead.

The special item you may pick for your character can be one of the following:

- one animal companion. This animal can travel with your character from island to island from now on. The only stipulation is that it must be able to fit comfortably on the ferryboat. If your animal is too large, your character can instead get a mini version!

- one carriable item from your character’s homeland. In the case of weapons, this must be something that is not game breaking in terms of power level. (ie: yes, you can get a gun, no you can’t get a gun that explodes the sun.)

- a collection of holiday candies, all of which have magical healing properties.

2. You determine if your character’s actions put them on the Naughty or Nice list

Ⅲ. WINTER WONDERLAND
As you wander through the mall you will notice that amongst all the holiday decorations a large area on the first floor that was closed last month is now lit up and has a welcome sign standing outside. Whatever could it be?

Perhaps a bigger and better Orange Julius?

No silly! It's an indoor ice skating rink. And as if that isn't cool enough - get it? Cool? - it would seem that for the whole month skate rentals are free. So go on, slap on a pair of skates and take a whirl around the ice rink! Show everyone your fancy moves or just try not to fall on your ass.

Don't feel like skating? That's okay, there are dorky performances happening at noon and 5pm where a group of people dressed up as holiday creatures will skate around in formation and do tricks.

If you’re more mature, at 8pm there's a live jazz band that will play music for the skaters.

There’s plenty of beverages and foods to be sampled from the holiday kiosks that have popped up close to the rink.

Notes:
1. This is a public ice rink so you will have to share space with people, so if you plan on throwing out a triple lutz or whatever then you might want to make sure you don't hit or slice into anyone with your skates.

Ⅳ. ALL I WANT IS YOU
Cheerful generic holiday music fills the hall as the Christmas celebration hits full swing with a slightly panicked glee. The same rotation of a dozen different carols cycles through, one after the other, hour after hour. There are only a few refuges from the mind numbing music through the mall - that one New Age import shop that hasn’t changed its world music CD in a decade, and Spicy Subject which only plays pop punk covers of carols. Even the bathrooms aren’t safe from that rise and fall of notes that let you know a certain diva is going to tell you that you’re all she wants for Christmas.

Just as the hundredth iteration of the song is about to drive you mad, there’s a tremendous crash. A twenty foot tall Christmas tree that had once been suspended in the middle of the food court has crushed the Pizza Corner and taken out the power source for half the Mall’s sound system in one go. A caped figure escapes along the rafters that once supported the tree in a cloud of heavy fragrance. He pauses only once to bow as banner unfurls. Crude letters have been painted over a previous black Friday announcement: You have been warned: The Phantom!

The crowd begins to murmur and huddle in groups, and if you get nosy there are plenty of rumors. A teen from one of the ear piercing boutiques mentions a ghost story about a Luxuriate employee who got in a terrible accident while mixing bath bombs on site that rendered him permanently aromatic and with a permanent splitting headache that would have killed a lesser person. An older man from the Hotdog Hut pipes up that he disappeared into the labyrinth of hidden hallways that allow employees to navigate the mall for restocking and avoiding the overly aggressive salespeople. Every year the Phantom emerges in an attempt to banish the sky high notes of that ever popular Christmas carol, and every year the people who run the mall put it back in rotation.

Even after the incident with the choir.

A mother with two small children who are more puffy coat than person hushes the hotdog seller. It’s all nonsense of course. Some kind of interactive theater to drive up sales before the holidays. The looks that pass between the other employees, and the signs that the poor twenty-something postgrad working at Pizza Corner might have been crushed say otherwise.

So does the pungent waft of multifloral scent that starts to stalk you through the mall. Apparently, someone’s formed a crush, or are you giving him a terrible headache? What is it about you that you do better than anyone that might be appreciated by this deeply eccentric murder? Or what makes you the most annoying? Either way, it might be good to keep your hand at the level of your eyes because you’re about to be whisked away to the depths of the Mall into the Phantom’s lair.

Notes:
1. The Phantom is now more archetype than human. Killing him will probably not solve the issue, but it will make you smell like you’ve been eating bath bombs and drinking essential oils until New Year. Which could be fun.

2. Alternatively, if you agree with him about the music, you can always agree to team up to take out the rest of the sound system.

3. The Phantom has an excellent tenor voice. Just, you know, in case you were wondering.

Come on Jessica, come on Tori! Let's go to the mall, you won't be sorry!

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I. The Bookstore Life

[They don't have Christmas on Sephiroth's Planet. The decorations are unfamiliar, the pine trees inexplicable, and the reindeer unidentifiable. It's easy enough to glean the name of the holiday from all the songs, but the subject matter is all over the place.

Luckily the bookstores have helpfully placed holiday-themed books on display front-and-center, so he can peruse such informative titles as A Christmas Carol and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Maybe informative isn't exactly the right word.

Sephiroth generally sticks to history and science otherwise, but you might also catch him investigating a small section labeled "Gay & Lesbian." It doesn't quite seem to have what he's looking for.]

II. Spicy Subject

[Okay, so pop punk is not exactly his preferred musical genre either, but with everywhere else cycling through the same 10 songs or so all day every day... he'll take it. The graphic T-shirts on display didn't entice him inside last month, but... there's a fair amount of black in here. That's nice.

He is not going anywhere near the hair dye, but he'll browse the accessories while he's taking refuge here.]

III. All I Want Is Never to Hear that Song Again

[The appearance of the Phantom is quite possibly the best thing that's happened all month. After witnessing the crash of the giant tree and the departure of the caped figure, Sephiroth proceeds to walk the food court, trying to determine a way to get up into the rafters after him.

Given his track record, you could hardly be faulted for thinking he has murder on the brain, but he's extremely appreciative. He's a lot more interested in seeing the rest of the sound system similarly destroyed. The chatter from the mallgoers seems to indicate the Phantom has never been entirely successful, though.]

((Please know that Sephiroth is at all times carrying around a 7-foot sword as if this is perfectly normal. And of course, if you'd like to do any plotting, feel free to hit me up at

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Ⅲ. WINTER WONDERLAND (A):

"Oh jesus...." Carter mutters to himself as he takes a tentative step out onto the ice skating rink, his legs suddenly feeling shaky and unsure. Normally he's a pretty agile young man but that's on solid ground in regular footwear, now that he is wearing skates and standing out on the ice he resembles a baby deer.
He looks over at you, with those big green eyes of his, cringing as other skaters zip by him.

"I don't know how I ever let you talk me into this...."

Ⅲ. WINTER WONDERLAND (B):

Okay so skating didn't go over so well with Carter but he's back at the rink promptly at 8pm to sit on a bench, sipping hot cocoa that he bought from one of the holiday food kiosks and listening to the live music, because if there's one thing that will draw him like a moth to the flame it's live music.
Especially jazz.
The band is no where near as good as the ones he heard on Carcosa but it's still nice, even if they are playing mostly jazzed up version of holiday songs. He's in a good mood, his foot tapping along to the music, so feel free to join him for a little bit. Even if it's just to rest your feet from shopping.

III (A) - Wishing To Skate
The ice rink. When the new area of the mall had opened, this had been the last thing David had expected to see when he came to explore. Which of course had been two hours ago. Two hours ago that he'd arrived, wrapped up warm in a sweater and leather coat, and moved to lean up against the outer wall. Two full hours where David hadn't moved, but rather looked longingly out onto the ice, his eyes flashing to wherever someone might spin or jump or show off some momentary flash of beautiful skill.

Two hours of standing here, utterly enraptured and envious, his arms crossed over his chest and his hands clenching tightly at the sleeves of his coat. Which of course meant that his fingers ached a bit at the joints, but he couldn't let up.

Maybe someone should shake him out of his meditative revere.

III (B) - Jazz Stylings
Live jazz music were all the words that one needed to say to get David to show up somewhere at a given time if he wasn't working. Strangely this was true even with christmas music being the focus. David himself had found a nice bench to sit down on, a warm cup of coffee in his hands with a cinnamon roll on a plate in his lap.

When someone approached he looked up at them and smiled.

"Join me for some music?"

V - Slumber Party Open to everyone, but any positive CR would have been invited
It was a strange thing to plan this, but here it was. A thought that had occurred to him when passing time with Carter, and during his time snuggling up with his friend for safety at night. This mall, though, it felt more menacing in some ways than other islands were. Maybe David was just not a fan of malls, maybe he was paranoid, maybe it was that the mannequins were creepy and there had been the Black Friday zombie whatever, and everything else. And sometimes there was comfort in knowing you weren't alone at night.

Or maybe that was only comforting to David.

Still, the desire remained in him, and so David set to work one evening in one of the furniture stores, one that he'd been staying in until now. An area was prepared with all the best chairs for curling up in, or smaller ones that could be pushed together to make a sort of high sided bed. Scattered among it after some hard work were couches with all their back cushions pulled off. Those cushions ended up either in piles on the floor, or laid out in a row to serve as a thrown together bed. Blankets and other pillows were fathered together to serve as sleeping supplies. And once all of that was done, David nodded to himself.

Then he sent out messages to anyone he knew, suggesting the area as an option for those who didn't want to stay at the Temple, or were freaked out about sleeping alone. Chances were no one would join him for the idea of a sleep over, but hey, he would take it anyway. Especially since he'd 'liberated' some snacks from various stores. Who said everyone needed to sleep? Sometimes you just wanted someone awake watching your back.

"There," he said as he flopped down on a couch. "Let's see what happens next."

A: A Very Crappy Christmas
CW: Shit.

There's certain parts of his life that Kyle doesn't like to talk about, either because they're too painful, too stupid, or just too goddamn gross. He does his best to never bring these things up, figuring that if he just ignores them it's basically like they never happened.

As he walks alongside another Traveler, he barely even registers the photo setup because he doesn't celebrate Christmas and thus didn't grow up waiting to have his picture taken with Santa. He would have continued walking on without another glance if not for the sudden cry ringing out across the concourse:

"Howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwdy-Ho!"

Kyle freezes, eyes widening. "Mr. Hankey?!" he asks, turning towards the source of the sound. He sounds incredulous, but also a little hopeful. He heads toward the lineup, looking dazed.

B: Woodland Critters

As far as Kyle's concerned, the holidays are so much better with some good old fashioned winter activities. And ice skating? Perfect! He used to go ice skating all the time as a kid. So of course he straps on a pair of skates and hits the ice.

He's just skating along minding his own business when suddenly a swarm of people dressed in animal costumes flood the ice. Jaunty music begins playing over the speakers.

"It's almost time when the time is here,
The time that's only once a year.
We can hardly wait, 'cause it's so near.
A Woodland Critter Christmas!

Kyle slows to a stop, face horrified. "Oh NO," he groans, trying to escape the sudden mob of furries.

Yeah, he might need some assistance getting off the ice.

C: Wildcard!

You can find Kyle in the book store, the game store, the food court... all over, really! Whatever you like, hit me up.

i. the reason for the season (is setting things on fire) [closed to Sephiroth]

[ There aren't a great many places in a mall, Anders has learned over the course of the past few weeks, to give a proper lecture on the properties and principles of magic. (Even as half-assed a one as he could bear to come up with, given how many lessons he personally slept or passed notes or simply endeavored to distract the instructor through.)

But the backroom of a small clothing shop is the latest staging area Anders has claimed for their efforts, and he's almost happy with it, for a change. (Or maybe he's just proud of himself for finding such an out of the way place they definitely aren't meant to be, but either way.) They're unlikely to be interrupted, as empty and quiet as the store was, and the constant, cheery music is almost entirely blocked out, with the door shut. Not to mention, his favorite part— ]

Targets! [ Gesturing to the row of mannequins (not the possessed, stalkery kind this month, thankfully) he's pushed into a loose arrangement, Anders grins. ] If you can't cast without proper motivation, that still doesn't necessarily mean you can't cast at all. So let's try an activity that's a little more focused, this time, what do you say?

ii. he sees you when you're sleeping

[ Later in the month, with all that raucous good cheer in full swing, Anders is back to idly perusing all the mysterious, technological wares he doesn't remotely understand - and probably promptly breaking anything he tries out (but you don't have to buy it if no one catches you, right?). He might be looking at fancy cookware, or televisions, or tablets and computers, videogames - or any other bit of futuristic nonsense. Regardless of what it is, he's having one side of a cheerful conversation while he does. ]

Oh, what do you think that's for?

[ Bystanders might be forgiven for assuming he's speaking to them (as he often does, apropos of nothing), but for once that isn't the case. No, it's the wiggling lump that immediately comes to life beneath his jacket that he's addressing, and it answers with a loud meow before a little orange-yellow tabby cat pokes its head out from his collar, just beneath his chin. ]

iii. winter wonderland

[ Strapping blades to your feet and flinging yourself around on a solid sheet of ice?? Clearly a safe and wholesome pastime, and not one Anders is extremely motivated to try purely for the thrill of it. He's never had a chance to, before, though, so he's roping the nearest familiar (or not-so-familiar!) face into buddying up. What better way to not fall flat on your face, right?

Though he might do that, anyway, in his haste to tie his laces and awkwardly plod his way to the rink. At least his balance is good, as he casts an impatient look back over his shoulder. ] Hurry up! The ice will be melted by the time you catch up.

( i. he sees you when you're sleeping )

[ midgardian traditions were so strange. and yes, loki has been out of touch but why did it involve strangely dressed old men and lavish trees? when he celebrated yule, none of these hallmarks were present. ah well. at least somehow, loki has established himself as better (with his scrywatch changing colour) and received his knives.

which he is now currently testing on snowmen, decapitating them with one smooth motion and magically teleporting the blades back into his hands with a satisfied grin. magic is all well and good, but nothing beats a sharp edge. ]

Ah, much better.

( ii. winter wonderland )

[ while he didn't understand the appeal of skating over frozen water, being a shapeshifter, loki was utterly fascinated by the design of ice skates. instead of wearing them and trying them out on the rink, he's been turning them over in his hands, eyeing every bit of detail ]

What a fascinating piece of design. I wonder how efficiently you can cut a person down with something like this.

[ it's possible he's missed the point completely. ]

( iii. baby it's cold outside )

[ it's not like jotunheim.

it's cold and dark. the wild cuts through bone and flesh with its chill. yet, the area was lit up with lights and festive cheer. happy people, going about their day. warmth held in their hearts. it was not like jotunheim.

and yet, for some reason, loki can't find himself to linger in these warmer areas. he trudges away from the inhabited spaces, looking out into the white expanse. cold and dark. for a brief moment, he tries to let his guise drop, lets the blue curl up his skin. but it stutters, fading out and vanishing back into his usual skin tone.

he looks at his hand contemplatively before crossing his arms and looking out moodily into the emptiness. ]

No monsters here . . .

( iv. wildcard )

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⭕ Ia. IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAS

In a furniture store where two androids have made a cosy little bed-nest for themselves, Chloe is hard at work decorating for the holiday season. Not one but three Christmas trees stand at the foot of the bed, all decorated with precision. The first is decked out in patterned baubles (some might even go as far as to dub them gaudy), a stuffed toy St. Bernard positioned at the bottom to gaze up at the tree. In the middle is a tree of blue, white and silver. Its ornaments have a mix of shapes; star, egg, lamp and icicle. The last tree is one of pink, silver and white bows and artificial flowers. Disparate as they look, they hold a connection for her.

It's the first time she's had the free rein to celebrate this way and so she may have gone just a little overboard. But isn't it the season of cheer (and excess)? She's even humming along to the all too familiar tunes that incessantly play.

⭕ Ib. CHLOE CLAUS IS COMING TO TOWN

You might also find Chloe standing before a myriad of gift boxes, paralysed by choice. Who knew a store could have so many festive cardboard containers? Her brow is furrowed with the weight of the monumental decision she's trying to make. A large box with a reindeer design is picked up, inspected and set back from where it was gathered. A much smaller silver, holographic box gets the same treatment. Two blue boxes are taken - one glittery and the other with a ribbon. One in each hand, the blonde head keeps turning between them.

"The glitter could gum up the paint..." she mumbles to herself. "And maybe the first idea would be better anyway..." With a gentle sigh, she turns to the nearest person to seek out their opinion. "Do you mind if I ask you a question? Do you think it's annoying and tacky to do the nesting boxes thing to finally reveal the gift?"

⭕III. JINGLE BELL JAZZ

Did someone say dorky performances? Chloe is there. The dorkiness is part of the charm, and she's impressed by the tricks. Out of the many things Chloe is capable of, skating is not one of them and so any display of talent is one that's highly regarded.

Unbothered by the chill, she stays to watch both performances and the skaters in general. If not for the undignified prospect of ending up sprawled all over the ice, she probably would have had a go by now. The evening settles in, the jazz band starts and there's plenty to keep her entertained. She's gotten herself a gingerbread cocoa, wreath-shaped gingerbread cookies, pretty much all the gingerbread items.

She hasn't actually sampled gingerbread yet. From the scent, she assumes it's going to be good. If not, she can gift it to someone else. Either way, she's happy to share her spicy treats.

⭕ WILDCARD

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II. HE SEES YOU

Having survived last month in the mall, Malcolm's not sure if he's glad that they're still here for another month or not. On the one hand, at least this place is (relatively) safe and it has literally everything he could possible need. On the other, the Christmas music is already starting to get to him.

When Santa arrives, Malcolm hangs back. It's not as if he's a child and going to sit on his lap to ask for a gift. Besides, the gift of going home probably isn't one that he's going to get. After seeing what some of his fellow travelers are getting as gifts from Santa though, he decides to test his luck.

When it's his turn, he wishes Santa a Merry Christmas - safely from the distance of a few feet. Santa laughs and asks if he's been a good boy this year. Visions of his sister stabbing a man flash through his mind. With a sigh, he answers that he's tried to be.

Fortunately, Santa laughs again and reaches into his bag. From it, he pulls a small bird cage with a green and yellow parakeet inside.

"Sunshine?!" Malcolm can't hide his glee. He takes the cage from Santa and thanks him profusely. There are no words for how glad he is to have his ~~emotional support~~ pet parakeet here with him. He missed her so much.

Anyone that he sees over the next few weeks is going to get introduced to his loud, sassy daughter. How many bird toys can he buy and fit into a bag to take along with him to the next island? Everyone's about to find out.

III. WINTER WONDERLAND

Still on a high from receiving Sunshine as a gift, Malcolm is pleased when the ice skating rink opens. Add in a live jazz band and he's there. Malcolm is a surprisingly good skater. He has a grace that one might not expect from him, though one would probably also not expect that he did ballet for 5 years as an adolescent.

Malcolm glides around the arena, enjoying a jazzy rendition of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas". He closes his eyes, feeling the wind against his face and enjoying the sensation of flying...

Until he bumps into something. Maybe it's you?

"Shit," he says, opening his eyes and reaching out to whatever he hit. "Sorry."

WILDCARD

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Ⅰ. THE REASON FOR THE SEASON
Gideon has done her share of haunting and skulking, has noticed others haunting and skulking, and picks up on this latest round of haunting and skulking. (The whose who of haunting and skulking includes the Third House, the Fourth House, and Ninth House; unless you're getting real literal in which case the Fifth House and Eighth House come to show who's boss). They aren't bursting out of decor to attack anyone, so much as Gideon can tell, so like, she's not going to pull her machete on them. It's simply weird.

Being too tall, too buff, and too hot to easily fade into the background, Gideon leans into the Ninth House basics. She's wearing sunglasses inside, as ever, and layers on a sweatshirt with a hood, a thin one that she can still see through to make some shit out. She grew up in deeper dark than sunglasses and a hood. Then she establishes a new rhythm of wandering. That's not hard. She's wandered the entire time in this Shopping House. Thus begins Gideon Nav's Detective Agency. Inquire within.

Ⅱ. HE SEES YOU WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING
Not having grown up in a gift giving tradition (everything was recorded in a ledger, increasing or decreasing her debt to the Ninth House (spoiler alert, that number only ever got more negative; it's impossible to earn a way out of debt while on the Ninth House)), Gideon isn't sure what to make of an old man who vaguely looks like he could be Crux's cousin--if Crux smiled more frequently, liked people, and didn't shave--inviting everyone into his lap for a chat. It's far past melee to the quick sharp murder range of weapons. It's in front of an audience, sure, but Santa interrogates everyone on their behavior, keeping a ledger on everyone in the Shopping House, and rewarding or tut tutting them as he warrants.

Gideon would rather pull her intestinal tract out her ass than sit on Crux's lap. The man knows what he's doing though because most people receiving gifts seem to really fucking love them. Also, she reminds herself as she stands in line towering above many of the others waiting their turn, it's not Crux.

Sitting on the man's lap, her first thought is oh fuck, you're like a Seventh House Crux. Like the perfect corpse except alive? The living realer version. Crux's long lost twentieth cousin a few times removed from whenever Crux's ancestors perambulated to the Ninth House. This is a mistake. Except he's asking if she's been naughty or nice, and she focuses her attention down to convincing this not!Crux something with all her being.

There's been saving someone who was drowning and gathering food for people (and insects, which saves the people from being gathered as food) and helping others at the carnival and Gideon reaches the point she'd need to go farther back--to jumping on an iron fence, which she's not sure if that's more than a year ago, she's lost so many memories in the middle (weird thing being there do seem to be memories in the middle?) that it feels like less than a year ago--when he finally breaks into a smile, congratulates her, and pulls the largest ass gift box Gideon has seen that looks like it could hold a sword (a real two hander, not the toothpick cavaliers are expected to whip about) and the world becomes a soft gurgle of sound.

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Gideon thinks (it's not praying, whatever it is it is).

Off to the side, still within earshot of ledger balancing, Gideon pulls off the big bow and ribbon and shuffles the lid off the long body of the box. She gasps the largest gasp ever to be gasped in the history of gasping because it is not only a sword, it is her sword, she's sure of it. Then, loudly, she shouts, "WHAT?!!!?!"

The sword is covered in bone that Gideon hits with her fist to dislodge. As she instinctively knew the moment her eyes laid eyes on it, the edge is dull. It's her blade, but her blade needs massive amounts of care. Not only the slow dulling of time, without proper care, but the active sword-fucking damage of bone wrapped around the sword. Her heart thunders in her chest, and Gideon holds her precious sword like a baby in her arms (the edge does not even bite into her skin). Then, as any parent would, she calls back everything she's learned about this Shopping House to track down what her baby needs.

Gideon is going to have words with Harrow over this.

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Edited 2021-12-17 23:56 (UTC)

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