thecapitol | (no subject)

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 WOULDN'T LET HIM PASS OFF ANOTHER GODDAMN TRIBBLE IF HE TRIED," He says with exasperated shake of his head. "Fucker already has too goddamn many. CAN'T LEAVE HIM ALONE WITH FOOD FOR A MOMENT WITHOUT FINDING ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING TRILLING FLUFFBALL."

He is well and unfortunately aware of the state of D2 and his moirails room. But it would seem a moirail's advice is not always indispensable and the tribble problem is not looking to stop. His focuses have been put to keeping his own count down to four.

"But no. AIN'T GOT NOTHING PRESENTED. Didn't give thought to it, truth up and told. YOU?"

She laughs. He's still going with those Tribbles... She never knew that one little gift to him would bring about that much trouble. It's delightful.

But the mention of other gifts quiets her a little. She shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, I got two. A necklace from Karkat and some chalk things from my mentor guy. His name's Eddie." She nestles that bit of information in the middle of her sentence, watered down and not a big deal.

So Karkat has sought to make amends with her by now. Good, he thinks, more vindictive than he should all things considered. But then, a necklace... he couldn't know the implications there, though he'd been jealous hadn't he? All thinking she and him were a thing. And now the troll was passing jewellery.

What the fuck ever. It's not his business. She held a fondness for him for some goddamn reason. He doesn't want to talk about the mutant with her because for all he promised her not to harm him, he's still got no kind word to offer on his ilk.

He focuses on the last part. "Chalk from Eddie? GUESS THE MOTHERFUCKER GOT TO PAYING ATTENTION THEN. Fancy motherfucking that. SUPPOSE A GIRL IS HAPPY THEN. Suppose at she's taking to liking?"

"Yeah!" She's relieved that he didn't harp on the thing about Karkat, or even mention it at all. Talking about the thing that Eddie got her is more than welcome conversation by comparison.

"He told me that someone informed him of my preferred hobbies. I wonder who that could have been."

"A MOTHERFUCKING WONDER ALL INDEED. Mysteries of the world about how all that gets like to be," He teases innocently. For all it wants to bring a smirk.

"A SISTER MAY ALL NEVER KNOW. No science all made to touch that wicked shit, only what be. ONLY WHAT UP AND MOTHERFUCKING MAKES ALL TO BE AS OF THE MOST RIGHTEOUS MYSTICS."

He smiles then. "Good then that a liking has been taken indeed. WOULD BE A SHAME TO SEE THEM MYSTICS IGNORED ALL BY THIS EDDIE MOTHERFUCKER AND LIKE TO BE SPUN WRONG."

"Well, whatever mystical motherfucker ended up telling him can have my thanks. And I'm going to scribble on his door as a consolation prize."

She grins at him, bumping her shoulder against him in a friendly manner. He won't care about the threat of door graffiti, if he even considers it a threat at all. She doesn't think he will.