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thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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Who| Everyone, pretty much. Particularly Secret Santa people and those Creuntus is fucking with.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
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Homura, meanwhile, seemed less impressed.
"Harley."
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"Secret Santa's come to visit!" She declared gesturing to the basket of sweets. "If you don't like it I'll get you something else."
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"I was told there was a reason Secret Santa was 'secret'." Homura quietly let the kitten go on the bed. "But, I would have figured it was you."
She quietly bowed to Harley, regardless, before going to look at the sweets herself. Madoka, meanwhile, hobbled to the nearest toy, batting at it curiously.
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"It's all in the spirit of the season. I didn't know what kind of sweets you liked so I just got a variety." she explained. "But the pop rocks symbolize you going kaboom...because they insisted. And poprocks are wonderful."
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"They forgot the pepsi, didn't they?"
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"What sort of stuff did you used to do for Christmas back home?" She probed bringing Homura the caffeinated drink not to long after.
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Her last Christmas - the last before she began her eternal March and April - had been in the hospital, alone, before her surgeries. Given nothing and fed hospital food. It felt like it had happened in another lifetime. In a way, it had.
"I plan on getting a fried chicken bucket, maybe. But that's it."
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"But you're just a kid! Christmas was MADE for kids. No little girl should be lonely on Christmas." Though Harley brushed right over the fact that Homura had never said she was lonely.
"Well this year's different! You got a gift, and you've got a friend!" She declared. "I'll even pay for dinner. Your favorite food, no price is too high!"
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"I don't want my favorite food. I would only want a proper Christmas dinner. Fried chicken, salad, chocolate cake, and wine."
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"Well it sounds delicious, and I want you to be happy so you can have all of it! You deserve it I think. And if I have to PERSONALLY coach the Capitol cook into how to make fried chicken I will!"
Because it was not an item she'd seen much of with the Capitol's usual leaning for more experimental and showy culinary creations.
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Homura stared at Harley for a moment, flipping her hair.
"Turkey, huh. Unusual."
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"I'm not surprised."
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"Anyone ever tell you that you're a great straight man?" She commented and then added "What's one of the weirdest things you've seen living in Japan?"
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"There is very little that I've seen, that I can consider strange to my existence anymore." At this, she turned away. "Perhaps I'm just not that interesting. Or not much shocks me anymore. So, I have to say that nothing is weird to me."
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"Impressive! You're like a Super High School Level of Straight man then. You could deliver jokes so dry they'd dehydrate the crowd!" She declared gleefully.
"I think that's probably why I like you so much. You're different!" She reasoned. "There's no one else in the Capitol like you and that makes you wonderful."
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"I'm not worthy of those kind of compliments...Ms. Quinzell."
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"They're my compliments to give, and I calls things how I see them. I may be crazy but I'm not blind. So maybe you can't see what makes you wonderful but I do."
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It was only by Homura's indomitable will
but was it so if just those words could hurt?that she held back, and simply gave an abrupt bow."Thank you, for your gifts. Please excuse me, but I need to go change."
With that, she abruptly turned and went towards the bathroom door at near light-speed, grabbing something Madoka, as well as something cloth-like - who knew what it was, she didn't care at this point - on her way, just before slamming the door, hard.
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