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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.

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Was she being serious? He was going to assume she was being serious. With the amount that she was ripping into the gift with relish, he figured that that was the right choice.

"A friend of your said you liked drawing, and I've seen you doodling some stuff, so I figured it'd be...a cool gift."

There was nothing worse then buying gifts for strangers. He might choose another arena over it.

No, he wouldn't. But the fact the thought occurred said a lot about his feelings on gift giving.

She was expecting something dumb, to be perfectly honest. She had some scathing sarcasm already built up for the sole purpose of relaying through tone how dumb the present was, while professing that she was so thankful for this thoughtful gift.

But then she's sitting there with a box of pastels on her lap and realizing... Wow, this actually is a good gift.

Touché, weird Mentor dude. Touché.

"Aw, I didn't think you cared enough to pay attention. Most people around here don't." She doesn't seem at all bothered about saying something like that to her Mentor. "Which friend did you interrogate about my hobbies?"

He grinned, obviously pleased with himself. Really, it was just luck of the draw he happened to have known.

"Uh...loud guy. Talks angry." He had had a weird name, and it was on the tip of Eddie's tongue, but it just wasn't coming.

Terezi snorts. "Which one? The tiny one or the tall one?" It's really sad that she has two friends who fit that description. That probably says a lot about her life and her choices, really. Or maybe just trolls in general.

"Loud and angry is the song of my people, so you're going to have to be specific."

That got an unexpected snort of laughter out of him, and he realized that, yeah, that did describe a good chunk of the trolls he had seen so far.

"Big guy. The...Initiate?"

It had been weird. That seemed weird enough.

Terezi grins appreciatively at the laughter. It's always a good sign when people find her sort of humor funny. Her mentor dude scores a few points in her book.

"Yeah, that's his name. I'll have to punch him in the arm later for divulging super secret information about my hobbies. I mean, it's not like we deck out the Training center together over by the paint station or anything." She gives a wink to emphasize her excellent subtlety.

"Yeah, I have seen how secretive it is."

He laughed again, relaxing around her. It was always nice to find out a a tribute wasn't half bad. Especially when you weren't sending them to their deaths.

"Shhh! You can't just admit to having seen it!" Terezi reaches over, teetering on the edge of her chair to press a hand to his mouth.

"If you go around saying things like that, I'm going to have to silence you myself. It involves a collection of dubious Legislaceration methods, including strong-arming and possible interrogation and/or torture. You won't like it very much. It's very brutal." She nods knowingly, then removes her hand so he can talk again.

"Well, shit, that don't sound good."

But he is grinning, in on the joke. At least he hopes so. Maybe he should be sure. Then again there were many things he was unsafe around, Tributes weren't really one.

"So, you better put those things to good use." He waved a hand at the art supplies. "Or else I'll have to blow your secret sky high."

"Are you threatening me?" Terezi is the most dramatic, as she feigns indignant shock, and then leans over and squints her eyes at him. Blindly, mind you.

"You are going to regret that. I don't care if you are my mentor person thing. I'm going to wreck such havoc! Your poor door is going to have to face the consequences for your poor choices. How do you feel about that?"