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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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One is dripping in opulent, sparkling gold and crystal snowflakes coming from the ceiling. Lots and lots of beautiful wrapped (empty) gifts sit everywhere.

Two is transformed into a rural looking lodge, with stone walls and a big, crackling fire pit.

Three is covered in sparkling light displays, with a huge lit up Christmas tree in the middle.

Four has become a tropical paradise, with a palm tree decorate with sea shells, and wreathes of palm fronds.

Edited 2013-12-23 19:58 (UTC)

Five is also light oriented, although it's lights are all white, and move gently through various patterns.

Edited 2013-12-23 19:26 (UTC)

Six is set up with a flair for travel, with a vintage flavor to it. The tree and decorations are all themed to "destination spots" in the other districts.

Seven's common room has becomes a winter wooded wonderland, with wood accents, and a tall pine with snow and actual bird in the trees and accents pine around the room.

Eight is full of draping, luxurious fabrics hanging from the ceiling, and large billows dotting the floor. All of the trees ornaments are clothes covered, in decadent patterns.

Nine's decorations are geared towards harvest, with wreathes of wheat, and gold accents around the room.

Is a western style Christmas, with a cow hide rug across the room, and various western accents around the room.

The room is filled with berries and sugared fruits, both decorative and edible ones, and the center piece of the table in front of the tree is a tiny replica of the cornucopia, food pooling out from it.

Edited 2013-12-23 19:34 (UTC)

Twelve is set up to mirror a rustic cabin, with a warm fire crackling and plenty of coal to feed it. All the windows show snow falling into a woods outside, despite the actual weather, and the fact they are 12 stories up.

The common room is full of lights and trees, with a fake snow over the floor and snow flakes to match District 1's falling from the ceiling. The colors themes is silver, white and gold, with bright splashes of red here and there.

Much like in 12, the windows show a constant beautiful snowy landscape outside.

She had no idea who Sigma was and Christmas really didn't have the same kind of feeling in the apocalypse, so she really had no idea what to get for the guy. She'd heard vaguely that he knew Howard, though, but she since it was supposed to be a surprise she hadn't asked him.

In the end, she bought a rather garish but well-meaning and warm sweater, wrapped it up with a bow, and tucked it under her arm as she went looking for him down in the common room.

Maximus frowned as he picked up the package at the end of his bed labelled with his name. From what Wyatt had told him about the holiday, he was only really expecting a Secret Santa gift and perhaps small ones from friends - not a nearly meter long package signed from Cruentus.

He was unwrapping it slowly as he wandered out into the suite's common room, coming to a stop as he finally revealed fine, glass blown toes from one end of the wrapping.

His mood somewhat recovered from Cruentus' pointed present, he took the little box he had gotten from the jewelers and told an Avox to lead him up to Joan's suite. When he stepped off the elevator, he found an entirely different world to his eyes - this one filled with food, where his had been entirely made of light.

In the box in his hands lay a golden bracelet. Simple, curled into the shape of a snake. (It reminded him of home.)

"Joan?"

Joan was in her room, sorting through text news reports and analysis of the Games. She had decided that reading about what happened was easier than actually watching the carnage, watching her friends die in horrible ways.

She looked up as she heard Maximus' voice, and put the tablet aside to go to the door and open it.

"Maximus, hi. How are you?"

Don was inwardly dreading opening the box when he alighted on it, upon returning from his own secret Santa endeavor. It was long, lean, and from Cruentus. Somehow, it didn't occur to Don that he might actually know what was in it, or at least figure it out. He long ago ceased to trust fully any gift from the Capitol, even for a festive occasion.

He certainly didn't recall getting anything last year, after all. So slowly, apprehensively, he undid the bow, giving only a cursory glance to the cheerfully biting greeting penned by the president's daughter. At last, he opened the box, and--

A blown glass bo.

A blown glass bo.

He nearly lost it then and there, was about to throw the darned thing right into a wall. However, Sheperd's words - fight to endure - bubbled up, and he stopped himself from doing such a stupid action. He could take out his anger later, somewhere else, where it would be more appropriate.

He propped it beside his dresser instead, before setting out to the district common room to sit, sullen among all the glitter and the gold.

Edited 2013-12-24 19:22 (UTC)

Iskierka knows absolutely nothing about Christmas. If the aviators had ever really celebrated it, it had been nothing that had much crossed her notice. Besides, the idea of giving capital away is so strange as to nearly be alien - and it's just as well that the Capitol has given her a picture to go with the name she can't read. Otherwise she'd have never managed to figure out who she was meant to get something for.

This doesn't mean that she knows what to do about gift giving, and in the end, she finally decides that his horns are quite entirely too small and very much not nearly interesting enough, and she finally gets a set of what she would consider horn caps and are probably more like horn extensions in black and gold (because these are the colors that make the most sense to her).

She doesn't think to wrap them in more than the box they came in, and so it is that she sets about looking for someone she's never met.]

Immediately suspicious of the package he'd found on his bed, Sigma took the box into the common room where there could be witnesses - he was certain he was not alone in Cruentus' prank. Pulling the wrapping back carefully, the sort of person who would remove wrapping paper in a perfect rectangle, the Doctor delicately uncovered the box within. As he pulls the lid away, Sigma is so spooked he flinches and the gift slips from his lap - he is torn between diving to catch it and letting it shatter on the garish carpet, but the former impulse wins over. With robotic precision he plucks it from the air the instant before it hits the ground, freezing when he touches it as though an appendage of their keeper's artwork.

It's a cage. A small glass cage with a bird inside, no more than two inches tall. He can only stare at it, face nearly to the rug, the ornament small and delicate in his grasp. This should not be his any longer. It's too heavy a reminder of a time gone by.

Cuthbert is delighted by the lights and gifts and all the celebration, it's definitely his kind of atmosphere. He's equally delighted to see a gift under the tree with his name on it and then utterly horrified by the contents.

Two delicately crafted guns made of hand blown glass. It was almost unbelievable, how the Capitol could take something he loved and twist it to the point where even Cuthbert couldn't see the humor in it. He turned almost as soon as he opened the box and realized what he was seeing and threw one of the glass guns against the wall as hard as he could.

For all the violence he just displayed, Cuthbert is utterly calm on the outside and doesn't even notice the few shards of glass that ended up in his arms and slice in his cheek.

Unlike some of her fellow Tributes, Lin had met her gift's recipient. She had decided to kill him quickly while he was down two Cornucopias ago, only to discover her prey was already in his death throes and the woman could do nothing but watch him die, a situation that gave Lin nightmares for months to come. Still apologetic, she had purchased Blaine an expensive sweater set; not the sort one would find in any generic department store around Christmas, but fine, cashmere sweaters, the very best Lin could get her hands on. He seemed a kind young man with a handsome face, and Lin believed a prestigious look might suit him.

Lin wormed her way inside the District Two common rooms and stood awkwardly by the fire pit, shuffling around with her wrapped gift in hand.

Sigma felt completely lost the moment he discovered he'd been roped into the exchange. Christmas was not an event Sigma normally celebrated, nor was giving gifts a luxury anyone from his universe could afford. To make matters worse, Sigma had never met the Tribute he'd been assigned, but merely knew of him.

Perhaps if Sigma had known the other's penchant for weird science, he would have sent him a viral vector or some other inherently benign bug to play around with. Unfortunately Sigma lived widely in ignorance of the other Tributes, and decided to get the man something he would have liked to receive himself: a thigh-length, handsome black leather jacket, custom-ordered to have none of the frills and baubles that usually came with a garment purchased in the Capitol. It was, perhaps, the most normal outfit in the Tribute Tower, but elegant in its simplicity.

Sigma does not stick around to give the gift in person, but arrives early in the morning to leave it on the table for the man to find. Eponine's deaths haunt him like shadows on walls these days, and he cannot face another one of her killers on Christmas. Still, Wesker had shown her mercy and there is no bad blood between them... Sigma leaves behind a signed card:

"Happy Holidays. -Σ"

For some reason, it hadn't occurred to Sigma that during a Secret Santa he might receive a gift as well. Unfortunately for Ellie, Dr. Klim had made himself scarce that day, preferring the silence of his room to public places after depositing Wesker's gift in District 11. Curiosity concerning how Howard and Eponine were handling the holidays finally drew him from the tenth floor, and Sigma awkwardly patrolled the common area for his friends. After no more than five minutes, Sigma judged it had been a horrible idea to try and socialize during such a busy season, and prepared himself to leave.

During his retreat, his gaze fell upon Ellie and the Doctor smiled pleasantly at her before turning for the elevator door.

His gifter doesn't put in appearance himself, but the present arrives just the same. Appearing on Signless's dresser while he's out one afternoon, waiting for his return.

A box, taller than it was wide, tied with an neat bow. Resting next to it was snow white card, a note written in sharp black ink - small, elegant handwriting. Precise.

"I would advise against trying to ingest this one, as well." ~A.W.

Inside, was plant, with wide dark leaves and deceptively lovely purple flowers.

Edited 2013-12-24 10:25 (UTC)

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District One

District Two

District Three

District Four

District Five

District Six

District Seven

District Eight

District Nine

District Ten

District Eleven

District Twelve

Common area

For Sigma

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For Joan

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Open

For Karkat

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Open - minor warning for violence

For Blaine

For Wesker

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For Signless