WHO: Anyone and everyone!
WHAT: Christmas Party! While originally an excuse for Secret Santas to give or drop off their gifts beneath the tree, anyone can swing by for a little holiday cheer.
WHERE: City Hall
WHEN: December 25th, starting at 10am and ending around 8pm
WARNINGS: N/A, but let me know if anything comes up!
[ Argalia isn't shy. He simply wants to drop his presents off early, discreetly, and then mingle around until there seems to be enough presents that his might have been placed within. Procure it and then leave; the holiday season isn't particularly something he favors, even though his cheerful greeting to Santa might say otherwise, so he'll be taking his leave as soon as he can.
To that effect... With no returnee addressed, Junpei will find his own name on a clothing box with a shirt inside. There you go, Mr. Conspiracies.
... And Fearne will find something extra among the boxes as well, in a script woefully familiar to her: a short silver necklace with a small bouquet of milkvetch at the end, the slender blossoms colored by pinkish-purple sapphires.
yeah, she's seen this handwriting before. no message this time, huh.
she thinks to leave the unopened box there for a second, even getting up from rummaging under this tree to walk away and pat off some of the glitter before eventually walking past again to swipe it up before it gets buried by other boxes.
for now, it gets shoved into a pocket to be opened later when she's alone. she does not look for him. not overtly, anyway. he stands out, so it's not like it'd be difficult to know if he's there or not if he happened to stick around.
and much later, with a book on flowers and silvered chain in hand, she's going to wonder just what it is she's meant to do with this information. if he wants an actual conversation to stem from this then maybe he should've stayed long enough for one. as for the necklace, he'll just have to find out then what she does with it, hm? )
for junpei, fearne
To that effect... With no returnee addressed, Junpei will find his own name on a clothing box with a shirt inside. There you go, Mr. Conspiracies.
... And Fearne will find something extra among the boxes as well, in a script woefully familiar to her: a short silver necklace with a small bouquet of milkvetch at the end, the slender blossoms colored by pinkish-purple sapphires.
Don't look for him. He's good at disappearing. ]
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yeah, she's seen this handwriting before. no message this time, huh.
she thinks to leave the unopened box there for a second, even getting up from rummaging under this tree to walk away and pat off some of the glitter before eventually walking past again to swipe it up before it gets buried by other boxes.
for now, it gets shoved into a pocket to be opened later when she's alone. she does not look for him. not overtly, anyway. he stands out, so it's not like it'd be difficult to know if he's there or not if he happened to stick around.
and much later, with a book on flowers and silvered chain in hand, she's going to wonder just what it is she's meant to do with this information. if he wants an actual conversation to stem from this then maybe he should've stayed long enough for one. as for the necklace, he'll just have to find out then what she does with it, hm? )