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.]

Comments

[timetables.livejournal.com]

[ shrug. ]

So you're into her. She's into you. Kinda jumped a few steps ahead pretty fast, rounded a few bases faster than I would have expected... but whatever this is a pretty messed up place. Kinda speeds up natural processes. You've got a good thing going on.

But your choice to refrain from using colorful metaphors and literary allegories is kinda troubling. This is really throwing you off your game huh.

[chastesaw]

Wouldn't advance notice undermine the entire mindset of insincerity in the first place?

And it is a scarf, Rose. It is quite literally a single size that fits all. ...but should you insist I would be delighted to. *She takes the scarf from the bag and very carefully drapes it over her shoulders and neck, giving it a little knot for warmth.* Well?

[321-lifdoff.livejournal.com]

Man, I never understood what your beef with wizards was. You could have been stuck with clowns, like me. But sure, I'll come help decorate! It'll be nice to see you in person without either of us dying or going all grimdark and whatever.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

And here I've been looking forward to displaying Zazzerpan on the front lawn.

I daresay we'd be the only house in town such impressive lawn ornamentation.

[grimmdark]

I didn't think you will indulge in such practices so often, but if you want to make it part of our usual conversation to exchange ironic and sarcastic comments, then I would be happy to oblige.

[Rose nods in approval at the sight of the scarf on Kanaya.]

Superb.

[grimmdark]

You see only what your subconscious has prepared your waking mind to perceive. I cannot be blamed by the possible interpretations you might come up with in the end.

But maybe the level of detail was unnecessary.

[grimmdark]

I know you would say something like that. This being your house, too, means you are free to locate whatever piece of so called art wherever you want, as long as it doesn't prove detrimental to the free traffic of the other house members.

Such level of singularity might come as a drawback.

[grimmdark]

[That's so Dave, Dave.]

There was a healthy stage of mutual denial, if you should know, so it's not as if we were immediately surrendering to our uncontrolled smooching desires the moment our eyes met. This place does make one consider things on a different light though, I must admit that much.

As you said yourself, the usual complexities of the way I lay things down feel somewhat inappropriate for what I was trying to transmit. Rest assured, there are many a thing that I will still remain unrestrained to describe as wordily as possible.

[A beat.]

But I sincerely appreciate your impeccably cool as ice reaction.

[grimmdark]

It's not that I have a particular issue with wizards, or else I would have not decided to dabble on the subject myself, but differently from your father's antics I was never entirely convinced my mother had a completely honest disposition to embrace the subject without a certain degree of irony and perhaps even lack of seriousness that can't help but get me in a less than desirable moods.

[Read: Mom's wizards are stupid, hence she is not taking this seriously.]

You are free to pass by any time then, but as always, it will be more likely to find me if you let me know in advance.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't know how to be not dave. ]

Really that's kind of disappointing. I've been told there would definitely be immediate uncontrolled smooching if we met certain trolls.

But whatever. Probably better you don't lay out everything for me in excruciating detail. Though if you want to write bad fanfiction about it at some point I'd be down for reading that. [ whether you want him to or not mO_Om ]

Yeah. No problem.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Actually I intend for him to sit next to the driveway.

[That way they can put the giant harlequin statue they plan to commission on the other side of the driveway.]

Oh? How so?

[chastesaw]

You say that as though it isn't already.

*Her cheeks are ever green as always.* ...do you really think so?

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Nah you were getting all psychological and up in my head with your word choice and inflection and let's throw some other psychobabble in too like "id" or shit.

Get out of my head, Charles!