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!
[ A couple months ago, Chesed heard someone's idea of life was doing the bare minimum at a cafe and drinking mid coffee. In Chesed's humble opinion, mid coffee is worse than bad coffee. At least shitty coffee leaves some sort of an impression, even if that impression is awful.
And thus, upon receiving his assigned Secret Santa, a delighted grin had spread across his face.
He arrives at the designated spot, lingering on the right side while clutching an oblong object covered in cheery red wrapping paper. Chesed stays there, greeting each person with a polite smile and a nod until he spots the redheaded man. He's only seen Reno in passing through various network posts, but the man strikes a memorable figure.
Chesed approaches with a breezy grin, presenting the item in his hands to his Secret Santa recipient. ]
Ah, there you are. A merry Christmas to you, for I have come to bestow you with a gift~
[ Should Reno choose to tear it open immediately, he'll be greeted with a glass jar. It's screwed shut with a red lid, filled with fragrant, freshly-ground coffee. ]
[ a couple of months ago, Reno did indeed make some sort of insinuation that his goal in life might be as simple as clocking in at a mediocre cafe and making mid coffee all day long. this goal, as he had protested to several people at the time, was less about the coffee itself being mid and more about having a benign job upon which no fates hang—but he also isn't much of a coffee aficionado, so the coffee being mid also wouldn't bother him. ]
Oh—heyo, you must be my secret whatever? [ SANTA Reno it's Santa. listen. he doesn't have Christmas where he's from, it's hard to remember these things. fortunately by now he's already dropped his own box off at the secret Santa table, which leaves his hands free to take the oblong package he's offered. ] Thanks, man.
[ a considering pause, then Reno glances up. ]
So how's this work? Am I supposed to open it now? [ this is a real genuine question, this is like. the third gift he's ever gotten in his life so he doesn't know what the protocol is. ]
Secret Santa, that's right. Pleased to make your acquaintance at this fine event~
[ He's unfazed by the question. Chesed's come to wrap his head around the staggering number of different worlds out there. It's only expected that, even if people were familiar with gift-giving and gift-receiving protocols, there would be those unfamiliar with the "rules" of Secret Santa. ]
You may open it now, though I would not mind if you preferred to open it later. Some are shy about that sort of thing, perhaps self-conscious about being watched by the gift-giver.
[ He offers Reno an easy shrug. ]
Though for the gift-giver, half the fun of giving a gift is seeing the recipient's reaction.
[ well, if shyness is really the only thing stopping people from opening gifts on the spot... Reno's not exactly the self-conscious type. he grins and does just that, peeling back the wrapping paper until he reveals—
a jar. curious. he turns it over to look at its contents, then tilts it back upright so he can unscrew the lid and smell what's inside. ]
Oh, that's nice. [ kind of a random choice, though, coffee... unless—?
Reno looks at the coffee, then looks up at Chesed, then looks down at the coffee again, then back up at Chesed. he's putting the pieces together, like a guy with a conspiracy board connecting images with red string. ]
—You wouldn't happen to be a colleague of Yesod's, would you?
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And thus, upon receiving his assigned Secret Santa, a delighted grin had spread across his face.
He arrives at the designated spot, lingering on the right side while clutching an oblong object covered in cheery red wrapping paper. Chesed stays there, greeting each person with a polite smile and a nod until he spots the redheaded man. He's only seen Reno in passing through various network posts, but the man strikes a memorable figure.
Chesed approaches with a breezy grin, presenting the item in his hands to his Secret Santa recipient. ]
Ah, there you are. A merry Christmas to you, for I have come to bestow you with a gift~
[ Should Reno choose to tear it open immediately, he'll be greeted with a glass jar. It's screwed shut with a red lid, filled with fragrant, freshly-ground coffee. ]
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Oh—heyo, you must be my secret whatever? [ SANTA Reno it's Santa. listen. he doesn't have Christmas where he's from, it's hard to remember these things. fortunately by now he's already dropped his own box off at the secret Santa table, which leaves his hands free to take the oblong package he's offered. ] Thanks, man.
[ a considering pause, then Reno glances up. ]
So how's this work? Am I supposed to open it now? [ this is a real genuine question, this is like. the third gift he's ever gotten in his life so he doesn't know what the protocol is. ]
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[ He's unfazed by the question. Chesed's come to wrap his head around the staggering number of different worlds out there. It's only expected that, even if people were familiar with gift-giving and gift-receiving protocols, there would be those unfamiliar with the "rules" of Secret Santa. ]
You may open it now, though I would not mind if you preferred to open it later. Some are shy about that sort of thing, perhaps self-conscious about being watched by the gift-giver.
[ He offers Reno an easy shrug. ]
Though for the gift-giver, half the fun of giving a gift is seeing the recipient's reaction.
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a jar. curious. he turns it over to look at its contents, then tilts it back upright so he can unscrew the lid and smell what's inside. ]
Oh, that's nice. [ kind of a random choice, though, coffee... unless—?
Reno looks at the coffee, then looks up at Chesed, then looks down at the coffee again, then back up at Chesed. he's putting the pieces together, like a guy with a conspiracy board connecting images with red string. ]
—You wouldn't happen to be a colleague of Yesod's, would you?