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

[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.

[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.

[grimmdark]

It rots the brain, or so I've been told.

To the second point, I can accurately point one or two exceptional examples of zoological origin, but if I'm correct you might not want to hear about it.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Wow yeah whether you were about to tell me about the evolution of Santa Claus from apes or how a bunny might shit eggs, I'm pretty sure I don't need to hear it.

[grimmdark]

Shame, it does make for a very entertaining reading though.

Although I guess your current bird self might make things slightly uncomfortable.

But seeing how Santa Claus is based on a human anyway, it escapes the range of my interests.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

This is the part where I ask you "what interests" and the next thing we know we're up to our ears in tentacles and space abominations again.

[grimmdark]

Then this is a good time to break the vicious chain, don't you think?

Quick, throw in another banal yet infinitely more interesting subject of your interest in the awkward silence that is about to form.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Christmas is coming up, how do you think the town's going to fuck with it?

Don't say tentacles and space abominations.

And so it begins.

[grimmdark]

[Oh you had to go and make it complicated huh?]

Acidic snow. Top that.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

Santa Claws, coming to slay everyone. I think that was a shitty movie, they like those.

[grimmdark]

It sounds so bad it could actually happen.

Our Christmas three's decorations will explode on the 25th, maiming yet not killing anybody.

Not until we are attacked by several reindeers and a Santa Clause deeming us all as naughty.

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

That's disturbingly detailed and borderline pornographic.

[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.

[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!