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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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"Let us never dawdle and dwindle." And it almost sounded fucking poetic, so Hawkeye was proud of himself for that.
He grins again, he waggles his brows, he takes a swig and coughs-- because it was cold in the commons, that's why. "I built a still," he starts, then pauses to add hand movements. Seemed like a decent guy, his Secret Santa. "Well, not me alone. I had some help. But uh, we have a gin mill in our tent." Had, he thinks, because he's not there and wow. He wonders how his replacement took to it. "Homemade stuff. Finest kind. But this-" because he had to come to the point eventually, and he was expected to thank the stranger for the poison, he figured. "This is, uh. Good. Thanks."