[A tinny man's voice gives what is clearly a default answer machine message. Vira-Lorr is still figuring the phone out it seems.] "Hello, we are not available now. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep. We will return your call." *Beep*
[ Some Scotch whiskey and an antler-tipped arrow. A note is attached: ]
I don't know if someone's told ya this, but antlers have special power in Deerington, probably on account of the deer. It might help ya even when normal weapons won't.
[There's a box at her preferred place in F.E.A.R, either her desk, or anywhere else in the building. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is a pair of gloves made from high-quality leather, a tea mug with an infuser, and a tin of tea leaves. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain second-in-command likes to wear, right?]
it's been really bugging me that I can't figure out what fictional property you're from. something fantasy, natch, or maybe sci-fi... but what??? an anime? a JRPG? WHAT ARE YOU FROM, TELL ME!!!!!!!!
Moira O'Deorain's birthday is on October 29th, as her mother was unsuccessful holding off her spawning to the better date of October 31st. No one's perfect, I suppose.
The point is that Moira will be having a party she is yet unaware of on the 29th, and you're considered a close enough association to earn an invitation. You're welcome. Details are as followed:
• Party will commence at 18:00 sharp. Don't be early. • Wear clothing. Period. • Bring your own alcoholic beverages of choice. • If possible, bring a dish. If you don't know how to cook, don't bother. We don't want your store bought potato chips or pasta salads. • If you have food allergies, there's no hope for you. • Bring any and all humiliating stories of Moira with you. They will be shared in turns.
Respond here if you're able to attend. Don't respond if you're dead, insane, indisposed or uninterested.
So this is gonna sound kinda weird, but I figure if anyone gets it, it's you; I know we fought last month and I'm supposed to be furious with you, but like. I legit don't even remember what we fought about? I can't remember what I was pissed over.
I just remember I said some hurtful shit and I thought I should maybe apologize for it. It can't have been over anything that important if I can't figure out what the fight was about anymore. So I'm sorry.
[Around the evening of December 22nd, a delivery dog will make its way to her door, carrying a ribbon tied around a deep cookie tin. Attached will be a brief but heartfelt, handwritten note:]
"Dear Vira-Lorr,
Circumstances haven't really been on our side here, but I don't want the fact that my memory's been hacked to get in the way of us being friends. I'm glad we're able to start over.
<3,
Hunk"
[When she opens the tin, she'll find it lined with parchment paper and filled with stained glass cookies.]
[You have been visited by Holy Mami! She descends from the winter night sky, presents in hand. She has a smile on her face as she hands you a gift with a note attached.]
“These were made with love especially for you! Merry Christmas!”
[Before you have the chance to say anything though, she’s gone! She has a lot of gifts to deliver and little time to do so!] Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!!
[ There’s a gift box wrapped in purple wrapping paper with a darker purple bow on top. Inside is a nice bottle of bourbon and some pretty awesome glasses to drink them out of.
There’s also a small note attached to the box. ]
Merry Christmas! There’s two glasses to make sure you don’t drink this shit alone. - Chloe
[ Sometime during the night, Wade delivered a gift box in front of Vira's front door, addressed to her, from Wade. Inside the box is knitting supplies. ]
[In an attempt to enthusiastically celebrate his first ever Christmas, Fern is covertly dropping off a wrapped gift addressed to Vira-Lorr from him on her doorstep.
It's a switchblade!
Because of course Fern would assume a knife makes a good holiday gift.]
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