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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I am not commemorating your death," He said evenly, after a moment. "Though I hope that is what it appears, to others." He leaned forward and pressed finger tips against the bracelet, pressing it to her skin as he met her eyes.

"I am commemorating your loyalty, and your sacrifice, and your willingness to do what is right. It may be a small difference, but I hope a significant one."

She blinked once as he leaned in, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"A very significant one," she responded softly, touched. "Thank you. That's incredibly thoughtful of you."

Much more so than merely buying her a gift because the Capitol said he had to.

He squeezed her wrist once, before letting it go and letting his hands fall back into his lap.

"They cannot take our strength, or our honour. I believe each of us needs reminders, often." Wyatt had become his, after all.

"We do. It can be hard to remember that, with everything the Capitol does. Can be hard to keep a sense of ourselves."

She thought of Sherlock, and wondered how she could remind him that the Capitol can't take everything from him.

"You've been a great example of strength and honor."

"Rome was much the same, when it was corrupted," Maximus said a little sadly, but he allowed a small smile to slip to his lips at the compliment and bowed his head in thanks.

"I hope I can remain so. You may not be of my district, but if you should require my help, please do not hesitate to ask."

She gave him a smile.

"Likewise. If there's ever anything I can do, call me. I'm always available to help a friend."

Maximus gave her a small, lopsided smile and a stiff bow as he stood.

"Then I will take my leave, and leave you to your celebrations," He said as he straightened his cloak.

She stood as well to see him to the door.

"Thank you again. I hope you enjoy the celebrations as well."

She smiled and offered her hand.

Still having never been corrected, he reached out and grasped her forearm instead, shaking it firmly before letting go.

"Happy Christmas," He said, as he had been taught, and then turned to take his leave.