vatheon | (OPEN) Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

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(OPEN) Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Who: Villa residents and all visitors.
When: December 25th
Where: The Villa
Style: Whatever you like!
Status: Open!

[Hey, guess what?

IT'S CHRISTMAS! Which means Villa residents will be trading gift-wrapped presents and enjoying a delicious holiday feast prepared by a very hard-working Rin Okumura, so be sure to thank him!

The threads below are meant for mingling, the exchanging of gifts and other holiday activities!]

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[Hopefully the Villa folks won't mind a very unique kind of gift for Christmas, thanks to the coral.

That being a soaking wet teenaged girl with a knife wandering the halls and maybe walking in on folks in one of the more common living areas.]

[Hark! Who goes there?

Maka sees that familiar face walk by and immediately stops what she's doing to follow after the other girl.]

Asakura!

[Hope you don't mind being hugged while she's full of the Christmas spirit, buddy.]

[She doesn't mind, or at least it's because of the fact that they're inside that Asakura doesn't jump in surprise at suddenly Maka hugs!]

Ah... hello, it's been a while hasn't it?

[At least for her it's been.]

Yeah! Welcome back, though, it's good to see you.

[A beat as she looks over her and tugs on her sleeve.]

Come on, let's get you some towels. Maybe something warmer to wear, too, but I'm not sure if you'll fit into any of my clothes.

[Ack, being tugged on.]

I'm fine, Miss Maka. It's not like it's cold in here.

[She just likes touching people.]

Ahh--how many times have I told you not to call me "miss"? Just Maka's fine, it's not like I'm anything special.

Come to think of it, Asakura is your last name, isn't it?

But it's not polite to be too informal.

[The slightest of pouts on her end.]

And yes, it's my family name.

Not if someone gives you permission to be informal!

[So there.]

What does that make your first name, then? Do you mind if I call you by it?

It's Ryoko, and if you want?

[Although it may take me a moment to realize you're talking to her since she's so used to being called Asakura.]

[In the same token, she's so used to calling her Asakura it might take a while to get used to it.]

Okay, Ryoko, and like I said, there's no need to call me anything but Maka! Did you know you came back just in time for Christmas?

[Slow blink... Christmas huh.]

Ah no I didn't know that. And that's surprising, I've never celebrated it back home.

Then...it's even better that you came back! We're going to have a nice dinner and spend time with each other and exchange presents.

I see...

[Oh wait.]

I don't have anything to give anyone though.

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[Let's play a game, Asakura.

It's called 'How soon can you notice a shinigami stalking your every sodden footstep?', because that's totally a thing that is happening, and the very moment Kid is noticed will be the moment he points sternly at the floor, and offers--

A towel.

How thoughtful.]

Excuse me, but do be so kind as to put that away and dry off. You're tracking water everywhere.

[Priorities.]

[Dunno, how long can Kid stand having blue eyes staring at him after he offered the towel and spoke to the owenr of them?

Cause Asakura doesn't say anything for a about minute before she looks at the knife in her hand then back to the stranger talking to her.]

Oh, I forgot I had this out!

[A big bright smile as she waves the knife around, muttering something that sounds like a spell before... huh, it's gone. ~~She has a very brief look of surprise at that happening~~And she'll take that towel now and start drying her hair.]

Are you new here, Mister?

[Is that a challenge? Because Kid can totally play that game, too, but it's the demonstration of... magic? That wins her a hard, speculative stare.

And, perhaps, even the unsettling feeling of being stared at a little too hard, should Kid decide 'to hell with permission' and just inspect her soul for a moment.

Just in case.]

Yes and no. I have no recollection of my previous residency here, but I assume we haven't been acquainted. My name is Death the Kid.

What was that, just now, Miss...?

Ryoko Asakura.

[She just gives her name, smiling brightly at Kid. And if he does peek at her soul he might find that it's not exactly... there.]

And what was what, hm?

[It's not... common, here in the bubble, to run into someone so effervescently cheerful, and for a moment Kid is nearly disarmed by the brilliance of her smile, gold eyes rounding in wonder.

No, that's actually his surprise at discovering her utterly devoid of a soul.]

...Nothing. It's nice to meet you, Ryoko. Are you here to visit someone?

Alright, and no... I'm not.

[She's finished with her hair, and folds the towel now that she's done with it.

And she's still cheerful as she answers his question now. With a real answer even!]

I do believe I just arrived back here, Mister. From my world, that is.

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Is that so?

[That explains why she was so wet.]

What brought you, then, to the villa?

I used to live here, actually.

[More actual answers! Maybe not one Kid wants to hear though.]

[OH. Well, that changes everything!]

That certainly explains much. Very well, welcome back. I suppose we were never acquainted, but that can be done after you've settled back in.

[Wait. Wait. He's just going to take her word for it?

HE SURE IS!!]

[Thank god Asakura isn't a liar then. She just hides the truth.]

Thank you. [She's going to bow politely to Kid now.]

Although it looks like there are a lot more people living here now, I doubt there is room for me.

[...And so well-mannered, too! Kid can let the whole matter of stalking around the villa with a knife in hand slide, now. But the fact that she seems to lack a soul entirely, that part is more difficult to let go. Is she a demon? Something else?]

Do you think so? We do have a lot of visitors today, but if anyone might know about vacancies, it would be Maka. She's been here the longest, or close to it.

[He can't stop thinking about--]

Excuse me, would you mind if I asked you what exactly you are?

Oh, well. I wouldn't want to be a bother to he--

[Oh that question. She just smiles more at that, although now it may just look a bit... Odd, her smile.]

I don't mind at all, Mister Kid! I am a Humanoid Interface for The Integrated Data Sentient Entity.

[She is well aware that what she just said probably sounds like she's spouting gibberish at Kid, but she won't explain more until he asks.]