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Thanks to the magic of Christmas, and not a little help from the house elves, a large, opulently decorated Christmas tree stood in the Great Hall. Santa stood back to admire the way the lights winked and glittered from the various branches, and he made an adjustment to the silver star on top.

Chuckling heartily, he began removing boxes from his knapsack and placed them beneath the tree.

There was a box for each person at Hogwarts. Inside the box the recipient would find something they might have asked Santa for had Santa's mun not been such a slacker about RP. Santa understood that Lezard Valeth had once done something similar, so he figured that if the formula worked once, it certainly would again.

Seeing that the presents were all distributed, Santa gave a last merry "Ho, ho, ho!" and climbed up the nearest chimney. His stay at Hogwarts had been pleasant, but now it was time for him to deliver presents to everyone else in the world.

OOC: Feel free to RP opening your presents. And they really can be anything that doesn't break community rules, the Fourth Wall, that sort of thing. Have fun with Santa's gifts!

Date: 2008-12-24 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
"To Ryuk?" Ryuk held up a present between his fingers, much like L did. He clawed through the wrapping until he felt something familiar.

"Giant apple!" The biggest Ryuk ever saw. He chomped down.

Date: 2008-12-24 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] insane-mil-cmdr.livejournal.com
Captain Crais passed the immense, richly decorated tree on his way to breakfast and stopped. A box with his own name on it had caught his eye.

He snorted. What, he wondered, would this "Sanda Claws" person come up with for a mutinous alien warrior? Brass knuckles? A punching bag? Coal was traditional for traitors, wasn't it?

He opened the box. Inside he found a china pot containing a bonsai tree, (http://www.amazon.com/LOUSBONSAINURSERY-CALAMONDIN-BONSAI-TREE/dp/B000WXSXGS/ref=sr_1_88?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1230147655&sr=1-88) blooming with miniature oranges.

"Hmmph." He sniffed the plant. "Reminds me of the fruit trees back home..."

Date: 2008-12-24 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tako-time.livejournal.com
Santa, you shouldn't have!

Tako had gotten his very own Cuisinart stand mixer for Christmas! After a scream of unholy terror, Tako took refuge in the wrapping paper of the mixer. He was going to need to see his therapist after this. He needed a mixer, sure, but after that childhood incident (http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/32858), Tako would never be the same.

Date: 2008-12-24 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hot-german.livejournal.com
Santa, you shouldn't have!

Dieter had gotten just what he always wanted, a pasta maker attachment! The problem was, he didn't have the mixer that went with it. Also, making pasta just wasn't the same without Horst. He missed Horst. At least with the attachment, they could make pasta without using a machine that required half of the counter space and an engineering degree to set up.

He saw the mixer and a quivering pile of wrapping paper a few feet away.

"Hey," he told the octopus. "Maybe this belongs to you?" He held out the attachment.

"No," Tako said. "Do you want a mixer? Brand new, right in the box!" Oh dear God get it away from him.

Dieter frowned. "But then what will you have for Christmas?"

"Peace and love is just fine for me!" Tako said with a weak laugh. "Take my mixer, please."

"Thank you," Dieter said, "and in return, you can have all the pasta you can eat."

"It's a deal!" The shook hand to tentacle, and both of them were very happy with what they got for Christmas.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 400-years-young.livejournal.com
((Yes, I am trying to link every character I have into one thread.))

John did not want to know what Tako and Dieter had just agreed to, but Dieter came over to share anyway. "What a good Christmas!" the German said. "I will cook for you sometime, and we'll talk more about Nietzsche."

"Sounds like a plan," John said. At least dinner didn't involve the sauna. Dieter waved and left, and the detective looked for his own present. He found it surprisingly quickly.

A picture of Times Square, dated 2008. John was touched. He hadn't had a chance to take this year's photo.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fields-4ever.livejournal.com
"Oh, that's pretty," Fields said, looking over John's shoulder. She'd found her box next to his.

"Isn't it?" he said. "I take one every year. Have since 1850."

"Right," Fields said with a fake cheery smile, and moved a few feet away from him to open her box. It was a pair of jeans and a blouse. Nothing special, but after having nothing but a Hogwarts uniform and a cocktail dress, it was just what she wanted.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] getoffmydesk.livejournal.com
"You'd look good in that," Provenza said, waggling his eyebrows.

"I beg your pardon!" Fields cried, gathering up her new clothes. "How rude!" She stormed off to Gryffindor.

Provenza shrugged. "It was just a compliment," he muttered, and found his own gift. It was a subscription to Playboy. Santa must have known just what a dirty old man wanted.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
"That was not called for," Tenel Ka said solemnly. She said everything solemnly.

"It was just a compliment!" he said again. "Geeze."

Tenel Ka ignored him in the search for her own box. The tradition of Christmas was new, but the idea of a period of gift-giving was certainly not unique. She missed her friends, and wished that they could be here with her.

Carefully, she opened her box, and found a brand-new hunting knife. Tenel Ka clipped it onto her belt.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blond-bondshell.livejournal.com
Bond thought about warning the girl to be careful with that, but a good second look confirmed that this was a person who knew how to fight. "May I see?" he asked her.

Wordlessly, Tenel Ka held out the knife. Bond examined it. "Not bad," he said, handing it back. "Santa seems to know good quality."

"This is a fact," she said. "Is it customary to thank this Santa?"

"Only with milk and cookies," he replied.

Tenel Ka nodded. "Ah. Aha," she said. "Then I will do this. Thank you."

Bond nodded, and Tenel Ka left. He found his gift soon enough. Silver cuff links. Santa did have good taste.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] damien-thorn.livejournal.com
Damien saw the flash of silver. "Not bad," he said, "if you enjoy wearing your money on your sleeve."

"Of course," Bond replied. "And everywhere else, too."

The Antichrist smiled, appreciating the sentiment. He'd come in for his annual rant and rave, and was surprised to find a gift of his own. He had it under his arm, and opened it as Bond replaced his cuff links.

Coal. Go figure.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] monde-finis.livejournal.com
"Too bad," Claire said from behind him. Damien glared. "Were you bad this year?" she asked.

"It depends," he said. "Some would say that I've been very good." Damien tossed the hunk of coal on the floor and left.

Claire shrugged, and with some searching, found her gift. It felt heavy, and Claire was surprised to find a tome of bedtime stories. Maybe Santa knew more than she did.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] big-broomstick.livejournal.com
The woman looked puzzled. "Maybe you got somebody else's gift," Oliver offered.

"No, this is mine," she said. "I know it."

"Okay then," he said cheerfully. Oliver's gift was easy to find. It was long, hard, and could get him off... the ground.

A Nimbus 2001.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bone-not-rock.livejournal.com
Billy, was, unfortunately, the closest person to Oliver.

"A Nimbus!" Oliver cried. "Thank you, Santa! Thank you!"

"Down, boy," Billy muttered under his breath. Of course, Oliver didn't notice. He ran out of the room, tearing the paper off the broom as he went.

Billy found his own box, and unwrapped a few plastic dinosaurs. Heh. Cool.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dinosaurman.livejournal.com
Grant saw his old student. "Hey," he said. "Merry Christmas."

Billy looked up. "Yeah, you too," he replied. "Hey, look. Rah!" He held up the toy. Grant smiled.

"Santa's got your number."

It seemed that Santa had Grant's, too. How else would he have known to get a blue flannel shirt?

Date: 2008-12-25 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] entilzha-delenn.livejournal.com
Delenn wandered around the tree and noticed one with her name on it (it was remarkable, really, the way these things seemed to catch the light just so when the right person walked by). She opened the package to find a crystal pyramid, (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/DSC08437.jpg) just perfect for her meditations.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sidney-reilly.livejournal.com
Reilly spotted a distinctive logo under the tree, one he recognized. If it didn't already have his name on it - which it did - he was going to take that box of Cuban cigars (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/montecristo-selection_g.gif) - because Santa recognizes no trade embargoes - home with him anyway.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carri3-whit3.livejournal.com
Carrie came by the tree around midnight. It seemed like the right thing to do, short of actually going to church.

She hadn't really wished for anything in particular for Christmas. So she was surprised to find a pretty vintage dress (http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/?action=view&current=ebay060108no014.jpg) under the tree with her name on it.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brenda-johnson.livejournal.com
Brenda Johnson smelled her gift before she even saw the tree. She followed her nose to the signature gold wrapping of a box of Godiva chocolates. (http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/?action=view&current=GodivaDarkChocolate.jpg)

She looked over her right shoulder, then her left, and sure the coast was clear, slipped the box into her capacious shoulder bag. No way was she letting that Hat get a hold of her stash!

Date: 2008-12-25 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x-dawnstar-x.livejournal.com
Dawnstar was kneeling beside the tree with her unwrapped package on her lap when Starman walked by.

"Thom? Did you get me this (http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/?action=view&current=il_430xN41447734.jpg)?" she called, and held up her dreamcatcher.

Date: 2008-12-25 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unluckiest-star.livejournal.com
"I might have," Starman said, puffing out his chest. "I just happened to know you really, really needed a...twig...feather...ropy...thingummabob."

Dawny scoffed, and pulled another package from beneath the tree. "This one's for you. Not from me, for the record."

"WoOhOo!" Thom hooted, and tore into the wrapper. Inside was a holopicture of his Dream Girl. (http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/comics/?action=view&current=WhosWhointheLegionofSuper-Heroes02-.jpg) "Wha - how -"

He looked up and sang softly, "But aaas for me an' Gran'pa, we believe..."

Date: 2008-12-25 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] m-otherhen.livejournal.com
M found a box under the tree wrapped in silver with her name - her real name - on it. She crushed the bit of wrapping with the tag in her hand, resolving to burn it when she got back to her room.

In the box was an item that looked like an elaborately worked glass top spinner. (It would be weeks before she would stumble across a picture that matched up to it in a library book, and identify it as a Sneakoscope.)

Date: 2008-12-25 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] contra-account.livejournal.com
Vesper found a small package with her name on it. In it was a small, odd-looking handmade book (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/il_430xN50002532.jpg).

She shrugged and flipped the pages. Inside were handwritten and illustrated spells, including the bubble head charm (http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Bubble-Head_Charm), a basic cheering charm (http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Cheering_Charm), Repello Muggletum (http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Muggle-Repelling_Charm) and a bedazzling hex (http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Bedazzling_Hex) among others.

Date: 2008-12-25 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fatedjune.livejournal.com
So who is the culprit, you ask?
Finding that out is part of the story, right?
So who is the culprit, you ask?
Do you even know what is the culprit in the first place?
So who is the culprit?
Who is the culprit that's gonna kill me?!
-Frederica Bernkastel
poems translated here (http://forums.animesuki.com/showthread.php?t=31811)

Rika could not return home with this gift and the box was not filled with all her friends, but when she curiously opened her wrapped gift something had changed about her. Not that anyone would be able to see this change, unless someone with shinigami eyes saw that her lifespan went from an hour to a week. From the outside it may look like an empty box, but Rika had to sit there for a minute to process the information she had gained from it.

A gift and a curse, to be so close to her goal, but stuck in Hogwarts. At least she has a better place to return to, one where her fated lifespan will soon be broken and she may live longer.

Date: 2008-12-26 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
Amaranth opened the large package she found with her name on it and clutched the giant terrycloth robe to her chest. It would be warm, she thought. It was definitely soft and comfortable.

She slid it on over her shoulders and gave a furtive little sigh, and then squeaked in alarm when she heard footsteps approaching.

Seeing a busyhy-haired girl coming toward her, she quickly whipped off the robe, gave a little eep of surprise, and scampered away from the Christmas tree as if the hounds of Hell were on her heels.

Date: 2008-12-26 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] curlybrain.livejournal.com
((Yes, I am totally following the example set forth by Dieter-mun.))


Hermione watched the naked woman run off, and wondered why she'd seen fit to take off the robe she'd been given. Honestly, the nudity at Hogwarts was distressing.

She was not surprised to learn that she had received a book, because those were her favorite type of gifts. The book turned out to be a signed first edition copy of Hogwarts: A History.

Clasping it reverently to her bosom, Hermione looked around to see who she could ahare her bounty with, and watched a large, broad-shouldered, plain-faced woman and a small, energetic man arrive to get their gifts. Neither of them, sadly, seemed the type to have an appreciation for Hogwarts: A History.

Date: 2008-12-26 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chaotic-miles.livejournal.com
"How do you know the gifts aren't harmful?" Brienne asked, eyeing Miles concernedly as he scrambled to his knees and began sorting through packages.


"Because that would be counterproductive," Miles said patiently. "We have a similar celebration back home called Winterfair. And you did buy gifts for other people. If you didn't buy anything harmful, why would you think Santa would?"

"Because I've never seen this Santa person, and I mislike the fact that he knows more about me than I do him."

Sighing, Miles tore open his gift. "I'll show you. You have nothing to worry about," he said. pulling out the wizard chess set he'd received. "Ooh, chess! With magical pieces! Excellent! Now I just need to find a partner."

Date: 2008-12-26 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayhem-george.livejournal.com
"You should ask 'Mister Weasley'," advised George, overhearing and finding his own gift, although the pursuit of said gift still allowed him time to make the air quotes around 'Mister Weasley'.

"Brill!" he exclaimed, tearing open his package. "A new broom and a set of bludgers. We ought to get a game going."

Date: 2008-12-26 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whosneverbeen.livejournal.com
"I expect a game would be fun," murmured Luna from George's elbow. "I'd like to commentate again... Hand me that package, will you?"

George obligingly handed it to her, and the Great Hall was treated to Luna opening her gift, taking a look at the Chia pet she found inside, and then bursting into tears.

"Oh, Santa! Excellent! This is the best Christmas ever, because I'm actually getting a gift!" she sniffed. "I'll name it... Harold. He can be a companion for Stanley the radish."

Beaming and sniffling, Luna turned and hurrying off, nearly running down Dwight, who was still, as ever, dressed for a day in the office.

Date: 2008-12-26 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beets-r-god.livejournal.com
Dwight, never certain what to do with emotions that did not come from Michael Scott, chose to ignore Luna's outburst as he picked up his small package.


It contained a lapel pin which made him an official honorary assistant to the Order of the Phoenix.

Dwight grinned approvingly. "I have all kinds of ideas about how to fight the Death Eaters," he remarked, reaching for parchment and quill. "I should see Professor Dumbledore immediately."

"Well, right now you should move out of the way so some of us can get past," snarked the hunch-backed albino dwarf who'd materialized at his side. "I've got a package, too."

Date: 2008-12-26 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] legal-wheaties.livejournal.com
))

Jack smirked as he found his present and straightened, holding it out in front of him -- it was wrapped in gold foil with "Noel Noel Noel" written on it, and it was quite clearly liquor-bottle-shaped. He discarded the wrappings to reveal a bottle of Jim Bean.

"Cheers, Santa," said Jack, twisting off the top and taking a swig.

Date: 2008-12-26 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] semper-fi-house.livejournal.com
John was crouched nearby, surveying the pile of packages and looking for his name. He raised his eyebrows as he saw McCoy dive into his bottle, and rose to a stand.

"You one of those people that don't bother with glasses, huh?"

Jack shrugged, smiling sheepishly. "Sometimes. My vision's 20/20, after all."

John groaned and shook his head. Then he spotted it -- his package!

"The note says to trade what's inside with the present of the person standing closest to me..." John said skeptically, staring at the note. Then he unwrapped the package, which contained two shot glasses. He turned to Jack and smiled. "Well? What do you say, pal?"

Date: 2008-12-26 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smith-dot-exe.livejournal.com
Smith hadn't been able to help overhearing this exchange; he wished he had.

"Humans," he drawled, not looking at the two men. "Pathetic."

He didn't know why he was even bothering to participate in this ridiculous charade called "Christmas," but on the chance that Hogwarts might yield some new object that could be of use to him, there was little to lose.

There was a floppy disc lying on the ground by his feet, with his name on it. Smith raised an eyebrow; a floppy disc? Really? Claus had given him a gag gift?

But upon touching the gift, he realized that it was indeed a good one, but not quite something you could hold or put in a box. It was an instant, magical Defrag!

Date: 2008-12-26 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lectric-dreams.livejournal.com
"You, then," said Roy, who'd arrived just in time to hear Smith's comment, "are not human?"

He'd come across a couple of non-humans in stay at Hogwarts thus far, but all of them had been just alien to him as humans -- some more so. But in this person here, he thought he sensed a kinship. The shape his gift took seemed to confirm this suspicion.

Then the man answered. "No. I'm not. I'm an Agent -- a machine."

Roy's lips curled upward at the corners. "So am I. The name's Roy Batty," he offered. "Smith," the other responded stiffly.

After a beat, Roy turned toward the pile of presents and ventured a few steps into it, treading carefully, arms spread out for balance. "Ah!" he said when he saw his name, scooping up the box. It contained inside if a heavy and worn-looking book. Roy cocked his head to the side thoughtfully and read the title out loud: The Visuddhimagga: The Path to Nirvana.

Beside him, Smith sniffed in disdain.

Date: 2008-12-26 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] games-end.livejournal.com
Ender sat cross-legged amidst the packages, opening the one labeled Andrew Wiggin. As he pulled away the wrapping paper, his eyes widened. He too had received a book, but this one was curiously authored by someone called the Speaker for the Dead, although on this particular manuscript, that name had been crossed out and under it, in ink, had been written Ender's own name again -- but as soon as Ender had read this, the ink vanished, leaving the original author name. The book was titled The Hive Queen. This was the book he'd been dreaming of writing, already all written. He opened it and began leafing through, amazed.

His reverie was interrupted by someone clambering through the piles of gifts next to him and another person following. He heard the title of the book the blond one had just received.

"Hey," he said, and they both glanced his way. "If you're interested in that, you might be interested in this book too."

Date: 2008-12-26 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 2bking.livejournal.com
And then a lion cub scampered by, accompanied by an unseen source of catchy music. He was singing along with it and wearing a crown almost too heavy for his head.

Date: 2008-12-26 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chimchimcherroo.livejournal.com
Close behind the cub came a gangly man in soot-stained clothing, also singing. In one hand, he held a framed picture of a woman who appeared to be practically perfect in every way.

He caught up with the lion and scooped him up in his free arm as the two harmonized for a moment, Simba rejoicing in his status as royalty and Bert loudly proclaiming Christmas to be a jolly holiday. The cub squirmed, trying to break free of Bert's undignified and constraining hold on him. Finally he managed it, falling to the floor and promptly springing away, running across the mountain of presents.

Bert started laughing and suddenly found himself floating up toward the ceiling, unable to contain his mirth.

Date: 2008-12-26 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dead-puck.livejournal.com
"Not again, Bert!" cried Neil, though his wide smile belied his advice. He shook his head and shrugged, turning toward the package in his hands. He unwrapped it to find a compilation of monologues for auditioning. He grinned.

"Thank you, Santa," he said quietly, and then, turning toward the rest of the room, he added in a louder voice, "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

Date: 2008-12-26 12:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pre-l.livejournal.com
L was going to pass by the Great Hall, but the sight within caused him to pause. The trees, the mounds of presents, the lights. He saw a box with his name, his real name, on it and slipped in to pick it up. The tag, he quickly took off, crumpling it up in his pocket after looking around to see that no one had seen him pick up that particular box. He opened it and felt warmth creeping up his cheeks. He left quickly to find Matt, to see if his boyfriend would be interested in trying some of the items within with him.

((And, since it works for others...))

Date: 2008-12-26 12:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] edomedpeddler.livejournal.com
Kusuriyuri saw Ryuuzaki leave the room, noticing the blush and the box. Curious, he went into the Great Hall himself. The bright colors and twinkling lights amused him for some time before he noticed the pile of brightly wrapped boxes beneath the tree. There was a box there with a tag written in a language that only two other people at the school could read and one would recognize. It had his name on it. He picked it up, bemused. Within, he found a book, one he had not seen in a very long time and had thought lost forever. Uncertain who to thank, he bowed to the tree and turned to leave, carefully closing the box again.

Almost absently, he said, "Happy Christmas," to the next person he saw coming in the room.

Date: 2008-12-26 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kingbandit.livejournal.com
"Happy Christmas," Jing replied merrily. All the lights and sparkling things made him happy. They reminded him of playing with his friend when he was younger, when Kir was still an egg. Unconsciously, he looked around for the noisy bird. Still not here. Maybe he would show up some day in that room. A box with a swirly-eyed cat on it, like his mask, caught his eye. He found his name on the flip side of the tag and opened the box. When he opened it, he heard music like that from the Ocarina of the Moon of Coco-Oco Island. He listened a few moments and then closed the box again before leaving the room, a slight smile on his face.

Date: 2008-12-26 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com
Gwendal heard the music and followed it into the Great Hall. He watched the boy leave without a word before turning back to the room with it's almost visual assault of color and textures. Somehow, in the midst of the chaos, he was able to see a box with his name on it. He picked it up carefully, wary of boxes in general, though this did not look like one of The Boxes. He opened it and smiled gently a brief moment before he remembered where he was. He hurried away to the security of his room where he could use the yarn and needles to good effect.

The First knew he needed it.

Date: 2008-12-26 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] noseymaddie.livejournal.com
Aside from looking rather stressed out, that guy looked pretty good. That's what Maddie thought. But that stressed out thing would put her off for now. Because the mun said so. The mun has socked enough and will not sock an awkward date. That's that.

Anyways, as one of the few of this mun's pups that actually knows what Christmas is and had proper ones as a child, Maddie was excited. She went into the Great Hall with all the enthusiasm of a seven year old. You know, the age when you don't quite believe in Santa anymore but still love the presents. She quickly found a present with her name on it and tore into it. Within, a black and white splotched kitten looked back at her, mewing demandingly at her. She blinked and the kitten yowled. "Yes, yes," Maddie murmured and reached in to scratch the kitten's head. A loud contented purr and headbutting greeted that. Maddie smiled foolishly as she held the box carefully, petting the kitten with one hand, as she walked out.

Date: 2008-12-26 01:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elegantsamurai.livejournal.com
Having been told that the usual colors of Christmas are red, green and gold, Yukimura found a red kimono with a subtle pattern woven into it (http://www.ichiroya.com/item/list3/153203/) to wear with a gold obi (http://www.ichiroya.com/item/list3/153534/). He took a moment to watch the woman with the kitten before turning into the room. Suddenly, he managed to feel very under-dressed. He looked up to the top of the tree, taking in all the lights, all the colors, then let his eyes travel down, sorting out the colors into ornaments. There was a riot of color under the tree that resolved into boxes. He was surprised that one of the boxes that had his name on it.

He walked over to the tree, looking around as he did. He picked up the box and stared at it a moment before lifting the lid. Within, he found a familiar bottle of sake and a box labeled "Genmai cha." He smiled softly at the touch of home. He looked up at the tree again, wondering if there was some way for him to receive one of his companions, as well. He sighed and forced his mind onto those companions he was making here. Smiling to himself, he left the room, smiling and bowing slightly to Mello as he passed the boy.

Date: 2008-12-26 01:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mello-n-choco.livejournal.com
I had been watching Yukimura. He looked really sad for a moment before seeming to force himself to smile again. I still don't like the bastard, but he's obviously alone here. I return his bow before entering the room.

In the pile beneath the tree, I see something that makes my heart squeeze tight. A box with my name on it. Fuck. How? This place was too fucking dangerous.

I look around to see who's here and if they're paying any attention to me. They don't seem to be, more interested in finding their own boxes. I pick up mine and remove the tag and think about eating it. I should probably find Near's and take it to him.

But, curiosity is overwhelming. I'll open mine first. Inside, I find a slightly yellowed, slightly worn white bear. I know right away just what the bear's name is. It's been a long time since I've had it, but it manages to make me smile. "River," I whisper before closing the box again and finding Near's and leaving quickly for our room.

Date: 2009-01-01 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hannibal-sefton.livejournal.com
Hannibal had just returned from his walk. An excited whining sounded from inside a room piled with present. He is a little worried - it sounds like a puppy, and the only place for it was in one of the boxes. He will retrieve it and find the owner. Maybe he can pet it and spend a little time with it first...

There is a basket-shaped box, wrapped in paper decorated with angels with trumpets. There is a Label on it: "To: Hannibal Sefton, with warm wishes in this, the Christmas Season. From" Santa" He opens it and is licked all over the face by a small big-footed golden lab puppy.

Aw. It's a puppy. A puppy! Hannibal may never have been happier. What will he name him?

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