Six Christmas Giant Socks

[grimmdark]

A. Phone, unfiltered. Morning.

Some might have noticed this already, but I am returned to Mayfield a week or so after the events that shook the town in ways that go beyond the literal. Should I assume that everybody remains the same? Or have we lost new members of this fine society on the cruel grasp of droning?

I certainly hope we haven't.

B. Phone, filtered to Dave, John and Jade

Are you three still here? I will not accept to be left alone in this forsaken town doing the times of a cookie deliverer girl for the sake of not having my gray matter crisped and served as an appetizing.

C. Phone, filtered to Kanaya.

I have something for you. Where can we meet?

D. Around town, open for anybody who wants a grim scout girl on your door.

[Something Rose hadn't figured out was that her drone self? Had been a top selling scout girl, and now she had to bit her tongue and keep the good work. The fact Jade was apparently droned didn't make things better, as she couldn't stick to the girl and endure things the best way she could.

So if you get a knock on your door, you will find Rose, not happy at all, making her worst attempt to make you buy some cookies.]

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[grimmdark]

It's only a proper retribution to what was given. Besides I had considered the idea for a while, and you reminded it to me.

[That actually brings a little pink on her cheeks.]

Y-You might be interested on knowing it's actually a bag.

[grimmdark]

We hardly speak at those speeds though. It would make phoning people really inconvenient.

My lips are sealed.

[grimmdark]

[Handshaking like a boss.]

I'll be seeing you later then. Keep the oven warm.

[grimmdark]

I can hardly imagine how that would go. All in all it might help me to come with the darkest and most thoroughly unsettling verses ever made.

I suppose it wouldn't be right if he was exempted of being suddenly thrown a to a familiar setting without any memories of such. I don't think there is much to worry about what he forgot though.

[grimmdark]

John! [Whoops too much emotion.] No, this seems to be the case for the four of us as well, but in the end we keep coming back, with or without previous memories.

I'm currently residing at 311 Miller Street, with both your father and my mother. It's been...interesting.

[chastesaw]

*A long pause, as Kanaya misinterprets Rose's words.* ...yes, Rose. I can observe that it is a bag quite plainly. It is a very nice bag, too, and I can foresee its well-knitted innards holding many a possession of mine.

[grimmdark]

[Well it's her fault she wasn't more direct.]

Why don't you try and see how spacious it's now then?

[chastesaw]

Very well, I will, though that seems an odd suggestion at a time like--

*She trails off, having opened the bag, and spotting what's inside. She looks up at Rose, her brows knitting in thought and a bit of surprise.* Rose, this is...

[timetables.livejournal.com]

And no one wants to hear that. For all I know, you'd end up writing me into your wizard smut, and we can't have that.

Yeah. Once he's back up to speed it's probably a good thing he doesn't remember... what happened a few weeks ago and all that.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? Imagine how much bullshit gossip we could get done if everyone talked at the speed of sound. Comprehension doesn't matter, it's all bullshit anyway.

Good, double zip that sucker for freshness and throw it away.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

If you're sure.

[Hint of a smile. Oh now she just has to pick the most ridiculous stuff she can find. Just to see if she can make Rose regret that decision.]

But we must do something to liven up the decor. At least until the town sees fit to send me my collection of artistic wizard statues.

[grimmdark]

It's a scarf, I'm sure of it. Unless space paradox shenanigans have made a move against my and my attempt to impress you.

...

It is a scarf, right?

[grimmdark]

Some of us have valuable information to confer from time to time though, not to say the future of idle chat would be doomed for sure.

Done and done. I can hardly imagine what was the topic that brought such decision by now anyway.

[grimmdark]

[No need, she's already regretting it.]

Oh that is one specific regain I hope the town never returns to you.

[And whispering a 'please' for good measure.]

[grimmdark]

I. Do not. Write wizard smut.

[But she's blushing. But you can't tell.]

Maybe it's for the best then; he shouldn't keep it secret if he inquires though. The more you know...

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say.

[ he knows. he knows... ]

That we were all pretty much massacred? Yeah, that could help him somehow. I guess I survived though, in the end... what about you? Kinda lost track.

[grimmdark]

Don't think you have won that argument.

[She'll just let it slide for now.]

In all honesty, it would be the best way of letting him know the seriousness of the situation. And I died, but at least I had someone with me.

[Rose, why are you avoiding telling him about Kanaya?]

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Just send a memo; I hear people can see things even faster than they hear them.

Probably nothing important and definitely nothing that will ever be relevant to us in the future in any way at all.

[grimmdark]

And they rarely understand more than half the things they see, so all in all, it doesn't pay to give in to the visual media's wiles.

Not relevant at all, for the sake of everybody's mental health.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Damn television, always lying to me!

Clearly. We are just so pure minded and innocent, I can't even imagine what something would be that could ever possibly create a shitty line of discussion like this. Just a complete mystery to me, like who the real fat man in the red suit is or how the easter bunny can lay chicken eggs.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Good luck!

[Already off to put on a 'Kiss the Cook' apron.]

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Consider the argument left open to debate.

[ it's okay he understands you have needs rose. ]

Someone? Huh... well you seem okay with it, so I guess that's fine. But you know how John is. You tell him something like that and he'll probably flip his shit. All over the place. It will be downright filthy.

[321-lifdoff.livejournal.com]

Oh man, you're living with my dad? So I guess that makes you my fake sister. Except, he's my real dad, so maybe not? Except wait, he's not really my biological dad either...

This shit is so confusing!

[chastesaw]

I'm sorry, Rose. It seems that the ever inscrutable and forever shifting fabric of existence has transfigured your gift into something wholly alien than otherwise intended.

And by that I mean, yes. It is still a very attractive scarf.

[grimmdark]

...you must please let me know in advance you are going to attempt to be sarcastic, Kanaya; for a moment I thought you were being completely sincere, ironic purposes notwithstanding.

Good, good; try it on now.