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speakveryclearly) wrote2032-09-30 06:52 pm
speakveryclearly) wrote2032-09-30 06:52 pm
IC Contact
Apparently Im Too Busy To Even Talk To You Right Now
How Unsurprising
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How Unsurprising
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I swear I thought at 6 am I had a justification for this from like a year ago
speakveryclearly
2013-12-06 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
She Is Leading The Way
[A handwritten letter arrives for Kanaya. The writing is flowing but legible cursive, but the writer periodically switches between red and green ink, and it is decorated with drawings of Edward Cullen.
It's a Christmas greeting, all right.]
Dear Kanaya,
You are most cordially invited to a celebration of family, friendship, forgiveness, and estrangement on December 17th from 3:00PM, or earlier, until whenever we feel like stopping, at [the address for the warehouse]. This season mustn't pass by without a grand affair full of of food and gift-giving, in the best of Christmas traditions.
Oh, but you don't have to bring gifts. There won't be any set gift-giving time. Besides, do you really want to give your friends presents so early? It's far better to make them wait until the 25th. Patience is an important quality to learn for the winter months. Of course, I'll prepare the food, unless you wish to contribute some. Please keep any amount of arsenic in food below fatal levels for human children!
In the spirit of Christmas and all ritualistic holidays designed to prepare communities for defence against a harsh winter of dangerous weather and low quantities of food, you are invited to bring anyone you feel like. While more people is a greater strain on resources, the contribution of any individual to the group balances that out with the warmth and love provided. Let's gather together and avoid a cruel death in the months to come.
Hoping for your presence and survival, your friend,
Christopher Chareau de Red
[post is here, tag in at your leisure or handwave or excuse yourself however you like!]
It's a Christmas greeting, all right.]
Dear Kanaya,
You are most cordially invited to a celebration of family, friendship, forgiveness, and estrangement on December 17th from 3:00PM, or earlier, until whenever we feel like stopping, at [the address for the warehouse]. This season mustn't pass by without a grand affair full of of food and gift-giving, in the best of Christmas traditions.
Oh, but you don't have to bring gifts. There won't be any set gift-giving time. Besides, do you really want to give your friends presents so early? It's far better to make them wait until the 25th. Patience is an important quality to learn for the winter months. Of course, I'll prepare the food, unless you wish to contribute some. Please keep any amount of arsenic in food below fatal levels for human children!
In the spirit of Christmas and all ritualistic holidays designed to prepare communities for defence against a harsh winter of dangerous weather and low quantities of food, you are invited to bring anyone you feel like. While more people is a greater strain on resources, the contribution of any individual to the group balances that out with the warmth and love provided. Let's gather together and avoid a cruel death in the months to come.
Hoping for your presence and survival, your friend,
Christopher Chareau de Red
[post is here, tag in at your leisure or handwave or excuse yourself however you like!]
In this cruel and unforgiving world, there are a few things Kanaya Maryam believes in with the pureheartedness only possible for someone underneath the legal drinking age. The benevolence of the Initiative. The literary merits of the Twilight Saga. The importance of not wearing socks with sandals.
And number four on that list is the meaning of Christmas.
The one time of the year that she cannot resent the unfair decline of her original culture and its replacement by the inferior civilizations of humanity. Christmas is when humans put their capacity for nothing but deception and theft to good use: They steal gifts for one another, and tell the lie that they love each other. The equivalent solstice festival of twelth perigee's eve happened less than half as often and is impossible to calculate with a different lunar and solar calendar; there is no use mourning its loss when Christmas is on the horizon, and she can finally experience a "White Christmas", whatever that means.
As she prepares her clothing on the 17th, she smiles at the reflection in the mirror of the letter on her desk. "Your friend, Christopher", he had signed it. The man might be insufferable in some ways, but maybe for Christmas she could pretend he wasn't so bad. She'll contribute her presence, at least.
Though she has to wonder how the hell he found out her residence.
And number four on that list is the meaning of Christmas.
The one time of the year that she cannot resent the unfair decline of her original culture and its replacement by the inferior civilizations of humanity. Christmas is when humans put their capacity for nothing but deception and theft to good use: They steal gifts for one another, and tell the lie that they love each other. The equivalent solstice festival of twelth perigee's eve happened less than half as often and is impossible to calculate with a different lunar and solar calendar; there is no use mourning its loss when Christmas is on the horizon, and she can finally experience a "White Christmas", whatever that means.
As she prepares her clothing on the 17th, she smiles at the reflection in the mirror of the letter on her desk. "Your friend, Christopher", he had signed it. The man might be insufferable in some ways, but maybe for Christmas she could pretend he wasn't so bad. She'll contribute her presence, at least.
Though she has to wonder how the hell he found out her residence.
[At some point between the beginning of the 24th and the end of the 25th, Christopher delivers (handed off in person or left at a doorstep) a Christmas gift: a hoodie. It is given with all the best Christmas wishes from a friend.]
[A mysterious box has been left at Kanaya's door in the early hours of morning. Opening it reveals this and this charming souvenir tucked beneath it all. There's even a card!]
Merry Christmas!!! Thanks for the lessons.
Merry Christmas!!! Thanks for the lessons.
Edited (that wasn't a card omfg) 2013-12-26 04:31 (UTC)
[Fumbling a little to retrieve her device before this goes to--]
Alright. I can do that this evening, I'm at work right now, which ends at 5.
Alright. I can do that this evening, I'm at work right now, which ends at 5.
Yes Ive Been Fine Just Busy With Work
Its An Uphill Battle In The Department These Days
Youre Ok Too Right Nill
Its An Uphill Battle In The Department These Days
Youre Ok Too Right Nill
I Dont Know Sorry
The Department Has Stopped Hiring Or Otherwise Dragging Innocent People Into The Tangle That Our Business Has Become
A Little Nest Of Baby Birds Abandoned By Its Mother
Getting Missions Through Has Gotten Harder Every Day
We Still Have So Little Information And Reconnaissance Is The Hardest Mission Type Of All
The Department Has Stopped Hiring Or Otherwise Dragging Innocent People Into The Tangle That Our Business Has Become
A Little Nest Of Baby Birds Abandoned By Its Mother
Getting Missions Through Has Gotten Harder Every Day
We Still Have So Little Information And Reconnaissance Is The Hardest Mission Type Of All
Its Been Too Long Since An Attack
At Least
It Seems Like That
At Least
It Seems Like That
I agree.
We haven't done anything since we got here-- not really.
[People tried of course, and Nill liked living here, but there was a certain quality about it that felt... fake. Especially with the mass departures of late.
It feels familiar, but she doesn't even want to think of what it reminds her of. She refuses.]
We haven't done anything since we got here-- not really.
[People tried of course, and Nill liked living here, but there was a certain quality about it that felt... fake. Especially with the mass departures of late.
It feels familiar, but she doesn't even want to think of what it reminds her of. She refuses.]
Which Was Months Ago
Does This Time Period Remind You Of Any Other In Our Recent History
Does This Time Period Remind You Of Any Other In Our Recent History
[There's a good few minutes before Nill actually responds. She types the message, backspaces, types again and find even with different words the meaning is still the same, still obvious. She tries a few times before she gives up and just goes with the obvious.]
It's always quiet before something big happens.
Always.
[In every world, that was usually how it worked. If there was a period of nothing for long enough, you could start taking bets on how long it would be before something horrible happened.]
It's always quiet before something big happens.
Always.
[In every world, that was usually how it worked. If there was a period of nothing for long enough, you could start taking bets on how long it would be before something horrible happened.]
[By contrast Kanaya's response comes pretty quickly, as if she'd typed some of it before Nill's response arrived.]
Yeah
And The Single Quietest Month Of Our History
Was August
Other Than The Slowly Reddening Rash Of Disappearances
Ive Got A Theory
Theyre Kidnapping Us Again
Yeah
And The Single Quietest Month Of Our History
Was August
Other Than The Slowly Reddening Rash Of Disappearances
Ive Got A Theory
Theyre Kidnapping Us Again
No The United Earth Has These People Confined In Some Kind Of Facility I Think
[Asuka, for once, doesn't sound bratty or arrogant or in control or anything remotely resembling calm.
In fact, she sounds rather shaky, almost on the edge of panic.]
Hey - hey, Kanaya. Have you seen Shinji or Kaworu anywhere? Or Tenjou?
In fact, she sounds rather shaky, almost on the edge of panic.]
Hey - hey, Kanaya. Have you seen Shinji or Kaworu anywhere? Or Tenjou?
Kaworu? The pianist?
[Her recognition isn't immediate, gives her time to check. The list of names on the network is so much shorter, it's been shrinking for the past month and then today practically blinked into nothing. The surprise and disappointment isn't even that strong for her anymore, and the highest note in her voice is a faint sympathetic one that now dear Asuka is experiencing this concern.]
None of them.
[Her recognition isn't immediate, gives her time to check. The list of names on the network is so much shorter, it's been shrinking for the past month and then today practically blinked into nothing. The surprise and disappointment isn't even that strong for her anymore, and the highest note in her voice is a faint sympathetic one that now dear Asuka is experiencing this concern.]
None of them.
They can't be gone!
[Asuka's voice rises into an indignant, shrill shout, as if she can somehow bully reality into bending to her whims.]
[Asuka's voice rises into an indignant, shrill shout, as if she can somehow bully reality into bending to her whims.]
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