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

B

[321-lifdoff.livejournal.com]

I'm here! For the first time I can remember, but apparently not the first time ever?

Anyway it's awesome to hear from you Rose! Where are you living?

[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.

[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!

[grimmdark]

John, do try not to give yourself a headache over simplicities as such. Wasn't that Jade anyway? Whatever the town has decided to set as my last name matters little to us, all in all.

You are welcomed to pass by and help them with the decorations, for I'll surely try and avert my sight from whatever wizardly profanity my mother tries to settle on the living or other familiar spaces.

[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.

[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.