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[sunborne]

How to do
Where to go
What to do without you

What to think
How to dream
If I don't sleep with you

What to do
Where to go
How to do without you

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Action in the house?

[thepsyingnun]

[Agatha finally woke up. Not whatever she had been doing for the past few weeks. In her excitement at this fact, she didn't bother getting dressed or doing her hair or whatever else a woman of the era should do before bustling about her own house. Instead she rushed into the hallway and called out:]

Daylight? Husband?

( action! )

[sunborne]

[ in his attempt to make coffee that is actually coffee and not, like, genuine sludge that barely counts as edible, daylight freezes when he hears agatha call out to him.

the last two weeks with 'agatha' has... not been fun, he won't lie. daylight sticks his head out to look down the hallway, his expression cautious and careful but it quickly morphs to shock and surprise because. oh wow. she looks like a mess and that's a hopeful sign for him already. ]

Holy shit- You're back? [ he adds, pretty quickly and breathlessly, ] Back to normal, I mean. Actually 'you' normal and not the town's idea of normal.

[thepsyingnun]

That addresses my first question.

[Oh, she's back. She strides over to take a seat at the kitchen table, willing to wait to see the results of his coffee experiment instead of trying to wrangle the electronics herself on top of everything else.]

I was, indeed, physically present the entire time. How mortifying.

[sunborne]

[ unsure of what to say at first, daylight heads back to the kitchen proper himself, trying to coax the poor and battered coffee machine to produce something edible for both.

he keeps looking at agatha and the coffee machine as he pokes and shakes it, clearly trying to find something to say. are you okay? are you alright? do you remember the snow corpses on our lawn??

finally, he is able to ask something and, when he does, he sounds pretty apologetic and for good reason: ] ... What was it like?

[thepsyingnun]

I can barely recall. It's all like some odd dream- it can't all be right. I remember snow. And...bodies. But not being concerned about them in the least, as though it were the most natural thing in the world to prance among the dead.

[She snorts softly, looking down at her own folded hands. Dreams, surely. Nothing like that could happen. But even those are faint, barely there.]

[sunborne]

Urgh. I'm sorry you remember that of all the things that happened.

[ daylight winces as he finally pulls out the coffee pot and takes a sniff of it.

he doesn't think he'll kill him so he begins to rummage for a mug. er, two mugs, actually, if agatha shows any interest in having some for herself. ] A lot of weird shit went down. Blizzard. Murderous reindeer. A Christmas village you would get warped too. Not in that order but yeah.

... The gifts came in, by the way. The ones from Santa. Thought you should know now but don't get your hopes up. The gifts are... cute, at least?

[thepsyingnun]

The gifts?

[Honestly, in everything she had totally forgotten about that silly letter. Agatha held up a hand to take the...beverage offered, and no matter the taste will stoically drink up. She's had worse, no matter what it is.]

I remember the village, and asking for the bible, yes. Blizzards are not so unusual in my experience. But murderous reindeer. You will have to expand on that.

[sunborne]

[ bless agatha for trying out daylight’s weird attempts to make coffee for both of them. it’s... an interesting taste, that’s for sure. weirdly thick(?!) but one can drink it without having the urge to vomit or puke. progress.

meanwhile, daylight doesn’t even have the decency to drink his concoction alongside agatha when she gives it a go. instead, he ends up going over to the dining table and lifts up a gift. it’s wrapped in orange and yellow paper, topped with a sprig of ivy and a tag that has her name on it. ]

Here. For you. [ he extends it out for her to take and gives it a little shake. ] I think you’ll find it interesting all the same, for what its’ worth.

[thepsyingnun]

[Did he make it with cream instead of water? Run it through multiple times? She can't help but speculate a little, even as she stoically sips. But it's good to have real reactions to something, not an endless cheer.

She takes the package, far too small for her actual request, and opens it. A small, somewhat sad smile forms as she looks at the title.]

A child's version. That is interesting. If not a bit tragic.

[sunborne]

[ well... water and cream were involved in the process of making coffee. ]

Definitely a curious gift. I asked the same thing for you and got that as well.

[ his gift is back on his bedroom stand and it jogs his memory of something else entirely. ] Hang on- Got something else for you-

[ daylight heads to another part of the dining table and ducks down, reaching for something hidden on one of the stairs, beneath a pile of junk mail and newspapers he kept out of her sights.

unlike the first present for agatha, this gift is wrapped not as prettily. it's wrapping is made up of newspaper sections about good deeds and cheerful messages to others, both paper and ribbon. it looks surprisingly big and suspiciously book-sized...

he holds it out to her and gives a nervous smile, shrugging as he says, ] Merry Christmas?

I know this isn't exactly what you were gunning for but it's what I could find after hopping through a few churches.

@wrathion; text

[blackscales]

This is Daylight vis Lornlit? We spoke at the Mayor's Gala.

[sunborne]

Oh! Hey there. I remember you.

What's up? I hope you're doing okay, funkiness of the new(?) year aside.

[blackscales]

As well as can be expected.

[ It's Like That. ]

An acquaintance of mine informs me we may have more in common than first realised. Would you be amenable to meeting to discuss this?

[ Also, quite possibly be careful who you tell things to. Apparently, it gets around. ]

[sunborne]

[ oh man, that's a mood he can get behind. the bruises on his chest, thanks to a little escapade, are now a nasty colour and apparently won't be leaving him anytime soon.

the statement and question do have him tipping his head to the side because huh. ]

I'm open to whatever since we're all in this together, right? Don't see the point of keeping secrets from each other if we're all we got here.

[blackscales]

Excellent. Would in one hour suit?

[ Why wait for Literally Anything, the dragon way of life. ]

[sunborne]

[ given where they are, it's actually a pretty good mindset to have. better now than never. ]

Sure. Where do you want to meet up in particular?

[blackscales]

Somewhere we won't be overheard by interested parties. If you wish it, my accommodation is secure: 210 Mockingbird Lane.

[sunborne]

That works for me. Been meaning to visit other neighbourhoods for a while now.

See you in an hour. I'll make sure no one is, like, tailing me or anything. [ he's only joking. mostly joking. ]

[thepsyingnun]

[She gives him a curious, but still slightly soft, look as he explains and offers her a (almost certainly) bible in addition to the children's prayers.

She takes the gift, placing it on her lap for now.]

Why didn't you ask for anything for yourself?

[sunborne]

[ it's most definitely an actual bible, bundled with a pack of handmade bookmark corners he made from wrappers and decorations he found around the house. not the most fancy things, for sure, but the effort can clearly be seen.

he blinks a bit. ] Oh? Why didn't I...

Um. [ he scratches the back of his neck, frowning in thought as he tried to think of a reason. ] I don't know, honestly?

When I learned that this Santa guy was asking for stuff to give to others, you honestly came to mind because hey- If you're asking for something, why not help you out by doubling your chances and ask for the same thing?

[thepsyingnun]

There are very few people in this world that truly think of others before themselves. I am a nun, I know all too well how rare a quality it is.

[Even she can't claim it. Sure, she'll help save others. But at the end of the day, her own curiosity has always been the first priority in her life. Outshining any duty to man or God by far.]

I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble while I was- ah. Mentally away.

[sunborne]

It was- A little unnerving, I won't lie. Waking up one day and seeing you changed pretty much spooked the daylights out of me.

[ it definitely encouraged him to spend a lot of time outside the house and check on the others. knowing agatha wasn't the only one affected by this had helped ease his nerves but that was, like, almost at the tail end of the whole weirdness so... his nerves still took a hit. poor nerves.

but he doesn't want agatha to feel bad over the situation. it wasn't her fault that she got turned into one of them for a little while. so he smiles and adds, cheerfully as he can, ] At least you didn't mind the time I came in barrelling through the house, smelling like rotting reindeer grits.

[ yeah. that was a time. ]

-> ACTION

[blackscales]

[ Mockingbird Lane is nothing particularly special, and from the outside neither is the house at the number Wrathion has given. Both himself and Wolfe have made no attempt to stand out, since it rather seems standing out is... discouraged.

Wrathion is alone for now, and so mostly fusses around inside as he waits. The hour wait time was less because he was busy, more to make sure his guest had the time and to soften the urgency of the request.

When the doorball rings, Wrathion himself is much the same as he was previously -- the dark curls of his hair still hang loose, and he appears to have opted for a particularly dark green shirt to go with his now unusual hazel eyes. Unusual, at least, in so far as unusual for a dragon.

As the door opens, the blast of heat is immediate. Wolfe and Wrathion both feel the cold, and so abuse the thermostat terribly. His sleeves are even rolled up.

However.

His eyes travel... up, hesitant and thoughtful.

Wrathion may look the same, but Daylight is... different. ]

Hmmm.

[ He frowns, trying to take in this new development.

It's... frustrating. He doesn't enjoy the feeling of being short.

However, instead of addressing that, Wrathion opts to pretend like this doesn't bother him at all. It isn't unusual! Not even worthy of note! He stands aside, gestures for Daylight to come inside. ]

I was just making tea.

[ We're not talking about it! ]

[thepsyingnun]

I hope that means you fought one, not cooked them.

[Don't eat monster meat. It can't be good for the body or soul]

[sunborne]

... It never occurred to me to do that.

[ and now he's going to be forever plagued by a curiosity of what happens if one does eat monster reindeer meat. urgh, let's keep it a curiosity, daylight. ] But yeah- We fought one. And when I mean 'we' I mainly mean Okuyasu, this kid I met at the Gala. I think you'll like him. Definitely find him interesting if you ask him about his world.

He made great use of the baseball bat we got as a gift from one of the 'neighbours' we have. I think if it weren't for him striking that reindeer that tried to get in the car, I wouldn't be... [ you know.

he gestures between the two of them, not saying it aloud because he rather not jinx himself. but he does make it clear that he probably would not be standing where he is today, talking to her, if not for okuyasu's quick reflexes. ]