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[etcircenses]

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.

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sometime later...

[tis_allgood]

Cuthbert goes to see the Psiioniic somewhat impulsively. He doesn't want to try and explain himself to Karkat who will just mother him, or any of the other trolls he's close to who will require more of an explanation about what happened. He thinks this troll in particular will just let him be for a while, and give him the small amount of company he craves.

Bert's hands are bandaged up and don't seem to be bleeding through. Still, he has some trouble opening doors, and ends up having to knock on Psii's to see if he's in.

[xanthous]

He didn't expect to see Cuthbert on the other side of his door, but he can't say he minds much. The human's company is strangely enjoyable, and he's grown just a little bit fond of him over time.

(Of course, to the Psiioniic, a little bit of fondness is huge.)

He spares a glance to the bandages on his hand, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing. He probably got a shitty present, just like he did. Stepping back and kicking away some tribbles, he motions for Cuthbert to come in wordlessly.

[tis_allgood]

He was grateful for the easy entrance. He didn't want to have to explain himself where other people can hear him.

Once he had sat himself on the Psiioniic's bed he felt the need to break the silence.

"I hope you didn't get a present the way I did. No one should have to go through that."

[xanthous]

He hesitates for a moment, not sure if Cuthbert will appreciate him sitting close. But it is his room and it's not like there's anywhere else for him to sit, so he crawls into bed next for him, leaning back against his pillows.

"...I did, if you mean I got thomething from the Capitol."

[tis_allgood]

"Your heart? Your soul? Your best friend's severed head? I know not what lengths they would stop at."

Cuthbert is bitter and angry and he doesn't care who hears it. The Capitol did this to mess with him, he knows it, and just because it worked didn't make it right. He is fairly obsessed with his own pain at the moment.

[xanthous]

He shakes his head slowly, going quiet. He doesn't feel like he knows enough about Cuthbert to know what he could have possibly gotten that would make him so upset. He picks at the blankets piled on his bed, frowning at his hands.

"I don't think they know where to draw the line, but..." He thinks back the the delicate rig he received, and he shakes his head. "But letting them get to you ith letting them win, ithn't it?"

[tis_allgood]

"Some days there are no winners, only losers. And I, as always, am the very bottom of that pile. The worst. The lowest."

Bert balls his hands into fists beside him, not that it's easy to tell through the bandages. He leans over a little further, not wanting Psii to see the tears forming in his eyes.

[xanthous]

The Psiioniic frowns, leaning forward and reaching to place his hand on Bert's shoulder. "Hey." He chews on his bottom lip, thinking over his words. "It'th...not like you're alone. I'm jutht ath fucked ath you are, tho...At leatht you have that, I gueth?"

He is probably being the opposite of helpful, but he...Doesn't know what else to say, and he wants for him to stop being so upset.

[tis_allgood]

Cuthbert is actually pretty touched by that.

"We'll be fucked together, and not even the Capitol can take that away, aye?"

He leans up against the Psiioniic and just rests there.