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[etcircenses]

Whether in their room, or in their mail boxes, various people connected with the games are receiving Secret Santa information.

Even if they didn't sign up for it.

For those given Tributes, a small summary of their deaths in included, with a neatly written note:

Be sure to help out Tribute celebrate the holiday season by honoring their courageous sacrifices!

For those who do not have a Tribute, they are given a simple list of what the Capitol believe someone in their demographic would enjoy. As if a Tribute could not figure out that a young, Capitol woman might enjoy "Perfume, Bubbble bath, Chocolates."

The note concludes by letting the gift givers know that gifts will be traded on December 22rd.

((OOC-If you would like to thread out some sort of reaction, feel free here. Secret Santas will be posted to the original OOC post here in the next few minutes. Feel free to leave questions in your replies, and find your secret santa's information on that post.))

Comments

OPEN

[polyturtle]

...

"Shell."

It was bad enough he had to give a gift to someone he probably killed. But he found that the name didn't ring any bells in his memory. He didn't even know what he could possibly get that wasn't...Tribute-y, much less whether it was worth doing it. Especially given that it was clearly the people in the Capitol knew little of what Christmas meant, and that the last normal Christmas Don had celebrated was...a lifetime ago. Literally, in a sense, a lifetime ago.

So he flopped on his bed, staring at the letter, knowing he probably had no choice in the matter anyhow. Holiday...he'd have to research her, somehow.

[doc_holi]

Holiday had been coming and going from the Tower for a long time now. Whether it was gifts or drinks, she always left the Tribute Center for them. Not that she really went out of her way to find gifts for her friends. She had been mostly just browsing for her Secret Santa recipient.

So when she came back in from that day, she only took some notice to the overgrown turtle. Oh yes, she knew of him. Because of that, she didn't really care to interact with him too much. He seemed unstable, at least in that arena where he went nuts on everyone.

However, since she was looking at him and everything. She offered him a nod and a "good morning."

[polyturtle]

He nearly stepped back, startled, by the fact that, of all people to run into--

"Hi," he managed, somehow, without looking too surprised.

OPEN - District 5 Lounge

[hartless_cowboy]

Lounging in the District 5 central area, Lindsey was looking up the previous arena footages of his Secret Santa. With his feet kicked up on the coffee table, he flipped through the various bloody, gory playbacks looking for one Justin Law.

Justin. The face only vaguely rang a bell, and he was certain he never met the man face to face before.

Which meant he had to dig through hours of bloody footage of the last arena to learn more about his secret Santa target. Good thing the district lounge had a large TV and a good theater system for his viewing pleasure. Sorry for anyone else who wasn't interested in the gory rewatch of their own deaths.

[earthborn]

Alright, so she hated Lindsey and would, one fine day, likely find herself in the enviable position of pulling the trigger of a weapon aimed directly between his smug little eyes. It was a matter of principle. But there wasn't any reason why they couldn't get along between then and now, particularly because this was the best TV.

Well, it was the best one she could watch without having to change out of sleeping pants and an undershirt, at least, which made it the best.

"You too, huh?" Yes, as a matter of fact she does need to take up this much of the couch with her legs, "Who're we lookin' for?"

[hartless_cowboy]

Glancing up when the dress hating commander sat down, the Lindsey merely arched his eyebrow at how she say with her legs taking up half the couch. He didn't budge, letting her do as she pleased as long as it didn't interfere with his spot.

"Take it you have a name too?" His nose scrunched when another tribute met their demise at the bloody jaws of a should-be-extinct reptile.

"I'm looking for some Justin guy. Tall, blonde, crew cut. Name ring a bell?" So far he passed several scenes of the guy, but it wasn't one bit inspiring.

[savedbyasong]

Not so far away there is a boy with green, gold and silver hair watching him. He was still a little confused about what Christmas entailed, and his mind was still not back from the shock that Rat was here, nor the trauma of the nightmare he had been thrown into.

But he had found Lindsey quickly enough and now was watching him, observing him to see what he would like, and how best to honour him, even if Shion didn't want to do that at all. It seemed cruel. So he was watching the man, and trying to ignore the screen.

Sorry, I was away for the holidays. Back now!

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey must have spent two hours on watching the grisly replay when a certain night scene turned screen of the large tv set black. It was then on that slightly reflective surface that he noticed a kid lurking behind him, watching, it seemed, not the screen, but him.

The scene on the screen changed to show a raptor attacking an in-game Lindsey McDonald, and grimacing, Lindsey glanced away. He wasn't all that interested in watching his own demise, he remembered it quite well already, thank you very much. So taking the opportunity, he turned around to take in the young man hanging not too far behind him.

"Liking what you see?"

Open;

[andproper]

Sandy. Prim knew the girl,a t least - but how was she supposed to get a gift? She didn't trust the credit cards... and she didn't trust the Capitol to not come down on her for not participating.

She was scared. worried. What did one get for a.... Sandy?

[knifewithnoname]

"Who did you be getting?" Pruna still didn't really understand this, but she knew what she had to do, get someone something to honour their deaths. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to tell people who she had, but she didn't even know her person so she needed to find out about them, and that meant knowing who they were.

Final day of my holiday week.

[andproper]

"Sandy."

Open

[wantwhatiwant]

"The fuck?" Ian read the note, the idea of a secret Santa was weird enough, it was nearly Christmas? He guessed it was. He hadn't been paying attention to the date for a while. His head pounded, he was hungover and it wasn't making this any easier.

But sacrifices? Then the list of how this kid, Harley, had died. "This is sick." Eaten by a raptor? Killed by... He felt sick and shoved the note into his pocket.

He wanders out into the main lounge, looking around to see if anyone else had gotten such a note.

[fire_punk]

Kevin stares at his own note. He has no idea what would "honor their sacrifice." He doesn't even know Shion. And he hasn't done Christmas gifts in years except that he'd been signed up for last year's Secret Santa by his escort. "What does that even mean?"

[knifewithnoname]

"What do the holiday season be being?" Pruna was in the main lounge reading her note, her nose screwed up and her face confused. "What under the light do this be even being?" Who was Perry and why did she have to get him something, and why did she have a list of his deaths.

[fire_punk]

Kevin looks up from his own note. "You've never had Christmas?"

OPEN

[doc_holi]

Really, Holiday was in the least surprised when she got a random note to do some random mandatory act. She was one of their puppets, after all. Why not?

She skimmed over the note, before getting halfway and starting at the top again. Gift giving. Well, it was getting rather cold outside. Was it the holidays? She hadn't realized. She didn't really care to realize. Maybe that's why they were doing this. So that tributes couldn't turn away from the fact that they weren't home anymore.

And she highly doubted these people were even close to Christian or of any religious sect. They were too selfish. Too materialistic. Too focused on their leaders. They probably just liked the presents.

With a heavy sigh, she continued reading the information until she... came to the name.

Cinna.

It's not like the man wasn't well known. The stylist of Katniss Everdeen. And the Capitol chose Holiday to forcibly interact with him. Either they finally made a mistake or they were waiting for something. Didn't matter. Holiday was looking forward to finally having a reason to speak to the man.

... But first she needed to get a present or two. It would be nice to have something else on her tabs rather than alcohol for a change.

[fire_punk]

Kevin had been waiting around the common area for her. It took him a moment to get up the nerve to speak to the woman. Why couldn't they have given him a man? It would be easier.

"Hi."

TW: Animal cruelty planning....

[carnagecarnival]

They wanted him to give a gift. They wanted him to honor some fucker? Who very clearly wasn't his Messiahs? He didn't even know who this 'Neffa' was, though the name sounded familiar.

He thinks for a moment not to do this strange human ritual thing, but then a thought occurs to him. He could honor his Messiahs anyway. He had the perfect idea; honoring for Messiahs, amusing for him when all they got to reacting, and how could anyone fault him claiming a death for a death?

The strange floating sparkling cold things- the snow- might have scared what creatures at all were left but he is not deterred. He heads out into the capitol and goes to find a flapbeast.

Open

[revvinguptheharley]

"Jingle Bells, Batman Smells, Robin laid an egg~"

Harley was overjoyed with the idea of a secret Santa, and more so when she found out who her secret Santa was.

With inspiration as her guide she skipped through the streets seeking out the perfect gift for someone so closed off as Homura.

Open

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy thought she was being particularly clever.

Not knowing anything about Julian other then how he died, she had gone to one of the sweet shops where they actually liked her, and had them make her a large chocolate raptor. Wrapped up in festive shiny paper she was now lingering around the commons area asking anyone who passed by, "Do you know Julian?"

[knifewithnoname]

"No." Pruna shook her head, having heard the question asked to someone else but approaching Sandy's side all the same.

She eyed the present. "Does your world be having this Christmas thing too?" Sandy at least seemed to know what she was doing.

Open

[paidinbeer]

To be honest? Orc had no idea what he was doing.

Wearing what appeared to be the worlds larges sweater with a picture of his own face on it, Orc was standing in one of the gift shops holding a bottle of brandy and studying the shelves, desperate and unsure of what to buy the sexy Venus.

Because really that was all he knew about her. She was sexy and didn't seem to care what he looked like.

But all the useless baubles and trinkets of the capitol seemed wasted on a tough girl like her.

Open!

[deafscythe]

Having been informed (by Disciple) that the best gift for the Initiate was a punch in the face, and (by Terezi) that the best gift was terrible soda and anything colored indigo, Justin has quite a range of options open.

The holiday itself is one they simply do not have in Justin's world, but the date is close enough to the Solstice that he assumes it's related.

For now, the teenager (wearing a frankly terrible sweater, which a stylist insisted was traditional) is standing in front of a display of terrible sodas (ranging in flavor from maple syrup to roast turkey) and trying to decide which one to get for a massive, deadly troll.

open

[gardienne]

Eponine was handed her note by her escort, and made to sit down and read and understand what it meant. Apparently, they thought her incapable or too much of a loose thread to be trusted to read and obey it herself.

That made her cross. What made her more cross was what the note said. She was supposed to get Wyatt a present. That nasty man who lectured her and looked down his nose at her and told her to forgive that horrible Howard. Well, she wouldn't/ She just wouldn't.

She stomped off, a mutinous scowl on her face. She balled up her note and threw it hard into the common room, not particularly caring where it went.

"I will NOT do it. I will not by a present for that Monsieur Wyatt. Why should I indeed? NO! I am fed up of these ridiculous things now. NO."

[amplifying]

Beck waited until the last minute, yeah. But this was hard! He didn't really think that this present was all that fair. Was he supposed to actually supposed to get this present based on their past deaths? We're they serious?

And his secret santa was Peeta...

This was sick. This wasn't fair. And if he could just tell the Capitol this....

But he was our instead, trying to find something...suitable. Hardly that.