Who: Everyone! Where: District 1 and 2, apartments and arrival center When: December 25th Summary: A dimensional pull happens for a brief, brief amount of time...And quite a few things come through! Warnings: Many, many presents.
Sometime in the morning, a message flashes up on the terminal screens; 'Your items have been gathered in the Welcome Square and the Welcome Center. Please pick them up as soon as possible.' That's all it says, and it stick around on the screens for most of the day.
As for the square proper? During the night, it seems that someone has made mischief and merry with the holiday lights, and strung them around the fountain. The end result is a twinkling structure, which forms the center in a pile of gifts that have been stacked up and around. There are tags on the packages, with the recipients name printed clearly across them. A few of the more fragile (or living) gifts have been moved inside, and a handful of them can also be found on the roof of the building.
And for a few people? They might not find much when it comes to their gifts, until they return to their apartments and find something waiting for them. Either way, the gifts have arrived, in order to spread some cheer. Or complete confusion.
((OOC: Missed the initial post? This event will still have the gift list open all through the 30th of December!))
Diarmuid was in safe hands with England. He may enjoy gossip from time to time, but he had no reason to talk behind the backs of children. He saved his spiteful grudgewanking for people like France.
"Mmn," the island nodded thoughtfully. "I don't think a temple would be a good place for a party. Unless you wanted to create some sort of memorial service." He tapped his lips in thought as the fairy circled around them again curiously.
"I want it to be....both?" Diarmuid frowns slightly as he tries to puzzle out the best way to explain his ideas, "I want people to celebrate having gotten the chance to meet others, but I know people will be sad to that they are gone and might use it as a way to say good bye since they never got to. I was thinking of having them send wishes and candles out on the water..." He pauses and shakes his head, "But we can't do that now. All the water is frozen!"
"There's no rush," England tilted his head, trying to offer Diarmuid an encouraging smile. "I think whatever you do will be appreciated."
In all seriousness, England wondered if a party like that even mattered. Didn't they all want to return home eventually? Then again, he'd only started reaching out and making friends recently. Diarmuid probably knew a lot more people.
Perhaps once Diarmuid had known more people than England, but maybe not so much now. It seems like over the last little while, every time he had turned around another person he had been friends with was gone. It's been hard and he's wanted to do something to celebrate the time they'd had even if it was short. He is still glad to have met all of them even if they are gone now.
"Maybe it would be best to wait. I really want to have it outside and I think it would be more fun for everyone that way. We can have a fire and a picnic just like I originally wanted to when I first thought of this idea! Besides, I can get more people to help me that way. I don't know if my brother and I can do it all alone."
A fire and a picnic sounded really nice, actually. England was fond of that idea, even if he did think planning a memorial-for-the-gone party was a waste of time. Oh, to be young and carefree!
"I'm quite certain plenty of people will help you," he said with conviction. At least England knew that was true. Lots of people had pulled together for the last few holidays to plan parties and gift-exchanges. "If you're too excited and want to start now, you can always write down the ideas you have so you can discuss them later. That gives you a head start!"
Diarmuid giggles and claps his hands, "I already am! Suzaku helped me write down a list of things I will need and my brother is helping me plan what we will do and Lord September even bought me some candles to help with that part! I still need..." the boy falls into thought for a moment before continuing, "...I need someone to help me let others know about it, but that can wait a while. I need to have a fixed date first!"
"Do you know anyone who might want to help me? I am sure I am probably forgetting some things..."
England shrugged. "Asch seems like a good person to ask. She is always helping out with things like that. Or you could even ask America... Though I haven't seen him in a while." And England's expression faltered a bit. Lately he'd been wondering if America, himself had been sent back home. But he was always a pessimistic, so perhaps he was needlessly worrying over nothing.
I think there is only the one Ashe in game, or am I mistaken?
"Ashe..." Diarmuid mutters the name to himself wondering why it seems familiar and then giggles. Oh yes...there was that and...
"Ashe is Lord September's new lady friend! You are right. I should ask her!" His excitement fades, though, when England mentions he hasn't seen America in a long time, "Lord America is my brother's friend. We helped him find a picture he lost once. I hope he hasn't gone home. Lots of people would be sad! Brother said he was even going to open a ham-burger store. I wanted to try one since I haven't before."
Ah, right. The hamburger restaurant. England can't help but roll his eyes. "If he went home then I think that's rather unfair." What a jerk! To make friends with all these people, give out hugs, and then disappear during the holidays. England wouldn't stand for it. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to wring America's neck!
And make him cry. What if America had left already? Why would he get to go home and not England?
Good, good. I would be so embarrassed if I crossed two characters. *hides*
Diarmuid tilts his head slightly, noticing the shift in England's mood but not sure of the cause. If he is worried about his friend being gone, why does he suddenly seem angry? "Is something wrong? Are you mad? Or...don't you like hamburgers?"
Er. Right. Diarmuid was still there. England cleared his throat. "A-ah, no... Nothing like that. Never mind!" The fairy patted England's shoulder in pity.
Diarmuid's head tilt becomes more pronounced. If he was confused before, he is more so now between how England's actions, his words, and the fairy's reaction all conflict.
"I think I missed something, but if you aren't mad, that's good! Lord America is a nice person. It would be sad if you were mad at him."
Oh, Diarmuid. If only you knew how often England was mad at America. It happened all the time. "I suppose there are some good things about him. Yes. Have you seen him, actually?"
Diarmuid nods and holds up a finger, "Once back before it got cold. My brother and I met him in the mall. While we were talking, he noticed that a picture he really liked was missing and so we helped him look for it. Little Dia helped us look too!"
It was, though Diarmuid and his brother never knew that.
"Little Dia! My butterfly. Lord Wing helped me name him!" There is a slight movement in Diarmuid's hair and then suddenly a blue and green butterfly appears. It launches itself into the air and starts to circle around England's head.
The butterfly bobs happily as if to return the greeting and then files around in circles trying to throw off his pursuer. It's obvious that 'Little Dia' doesn't mind playing with the fairy, though.
"He is glad to meet you too, Lord England! My father made him for me, so that I never had to be alone! I thought I had lost him when I went home, but I guess he just waited for me here, since I don't really need him at home. I have Father there, after all!"
"Your father made him?" repeated England, eyes lighting up. "So he's made of magic?" He was a bit ashamed that he didn't notice. Even though he was finally getting the hugs and touches he needed everyday to survive in this world, it seemed as though his magic still wasn't up to snuff.
"Yes!" Diarmuid nods proudly not thinking it usual at all that his Father had made him what appeared to be a living creature completely out of magic. Magic, should England focus on it, that would read as very old and very strong and might even remind him of Ireland for some strange reason. The same magic lingers around Diarmuid himself, though it has grown very faint as his father's protection spells cannot reach him here.
"My father is a god, after all! It is easy for him to do stuff like that."
Right, Diarmuid had mentioned that already, hadn't he? That his father was a god. The country so wanted to meet him, to see his magic. Maybe Diarmuid's father could teach him how to make invisible capes and forever-lasting insects.
"I'm glad there are things here to remind you of home," England spoke at last, watching the fairy and the butterfly. "Just continue to spread your joy with the people you meet, alright?"
"I will! I promise! I want everyone to be as happy as they can be!" Diarmuid watches the butterfly and the fairy play for a bit longer and then makes a small motion and the butterfly returns to land on his shoulder, "I need to go find my brother so I can make sure he finds his presents too. Can Little Dia and your fairy play again sometime? It was fun!"
"Of course," nodded England. "I would like that very much." In fact, he hoped to spend more time with Diarmuid and Cu Chulainn. He should have bought them presents. Perhaps he would make up for that later!
"You're fun!" said the fairy as it flew over to Diarmuid once more. "I want to play more!"
"Me too! My brother and I live in Building 3. You should come and visit! You too Lord England," Diarmuid leans around the fairy to smile at England. "You can come and meet our puppies White and Grey! I am sure they will like you and we can all play together!"
He waves at both of them and then pulls up the hood of his father's cloak, a smile on his face as he disappears into invisibility again. There is a soft giggle and then he runs off to find his brother.
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"Mmn," the island nodded thoughtfully. "I don't think a temple would be a good place for a party. Unless you wanted to create some sort of memorial service." He tapped his lips in thought as the fairy circled around them again curiously.
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In all seriousness, England wondered if a party like that even mattered. Didn't they all want to return home eventually? Then again, he'd only started reaching out and making friends recently. Diarmuid probably knew a lot more people.
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"Maybe it would be best to wait. I really want to have it outside and I think it would be more fun for everyone that way. We can have a fire and a picnic just like I originally wanted to when I first thought of this idea! Besides, I can get more people to help me that way. I don't know if my brother and I can do it all alone."
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"I'm quite certain plenty of people will help you," he said with conviction. At least England knew that was true. Lots of people had pulled together for the last few holidays to plan parties and gift-exchanges. "If you're too excited and want to start now, you can always write down the ideas you have so you can discuss them later. That gives you a head start!"
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"Do you know anyone who might want to help me? I am sure I am probably forgetting some things..."
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I think there is only the one Ashe in game, or am I mistaken?
"Ashe is Lord September's new lady friend! You are right. I should ask her!" His excitement fades, though, when England mentions he hasn't seen America in a long time, "Lord America is my brother's friend. We helped him find a picture he lost once. I hope he hasn't gone home. Lots of people would be sad! Brother said he was even going to open a ham-burger store. I wanted to try one since I haven't before."
there is only one ashe yes
And make him cry. What if America had left already? Why would he get to go home and not England?
Good, good. I would be so embarrassed if I crossed two characters. *hides*
Wow, way to miss the point kiddo...
*snuggles*
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"I think I missed something, but if you aren't mad, that's good! Lord America is a nice person. It would be sad if you were mad at him."
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"Little... Dia?"
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"Little Dia! My butterfly. Lord Wing helped me name him!" There is a slight movement in Diarmuid's hair and then suddenly a blue and green butterfly appears. It launches itself into the air and starts to circle around England's head.
"See? He says hi!"
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"He is glad to meet you too, Lord England! My father made him for me, so that I never had to be alone! I thought I had lost him when I went home, but I guess he just waited for me here, since I don't really need him at home. I have Father there, after all!"
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"My father is a god, after all! It is easy for him to do stuff like that."
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"I'm glad there are things here to remind you of home," England spoke at last, watching the fairy and the butterfly. "Just continue to spread your joy with the people you meet, alright?"
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"You're fun!" said the fairy as it flew over to Diarmuid once more. "I want to play more!"
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He waves at both of them and then pulls up the hood of his father's cloak, a smile on his face as he disappears into invisibility again. There is a soft giggle and then he runs off to find his brother.
yay! cuties!