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nexus_crossings2016-12-21 06:55 pm
Secret Santa
The time to deliver Secret Santa gifts is here. The place is here, too! Right here in this thread the Plaza, where everyone you could hope to find might, strangely, be around. Shout their name, hold up a sign, or wander aimlessly until the Nexus makes you feel pretty certain that gift you bought is for that person you're standing in front of. However you find your mark, just do it!
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Harrowheart, come and get your present from the Nexus' resident cinnamon roll.
She's currently in the Plaza, holding up a decent-sized sign (hooray for posterboard and markers; Wendla thinks they're great inventions) that says: "I HAVE A PRESENT FOR MISTER HARROWHEART". We didn't say she was subtle, after all.
Ho, ho, ho
I'm the one who has your gift. Do you have a moment?
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When he's close enough he says, "Wendla!", forgetting for a moment that she won't hear him. When it hits him he apologizes with a guilty smile and a little wave. He points to her posterboard where she's written 'Mister' and his smile becomes genuine and turns into laughter. Mister Harrowheart. That's certainly not something he's ever been called. She's so darn charming.
He taps away at his phone screen and shows her his message:
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Yo, braveheartclara !
The rumormonger had been quick to sign up for the random present assignments. So now on the designated day she's got a box in hand wrapped in appropriate gift wrap and is mingling by one of the many decorated trees.
"Hey! Which one'a you meatsacks is Clara?"
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And she didn't forget the cat demon that was sneaking up on her during the Halloween party. "So what exactly did you need me for?" Clara politely asks. "And sorry, I don't have any fish on me.
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For: adadlyfellow
So a wicker basket is set out next to Paladin with a card that reads:
For: Octodad
From: Paladin
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Calling missnanny
He's got a gift wrapped in plain brown craft paper with a gold ribbon tied around it sitting in his lap.
"Excuse me, has anyone seen Miss Curie?"
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"Ahem." He bows a little. "You are Steve Rogers, I believe?"
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Present for riversideblues
Some folks don't get the choice whether to stay or go though. Josh is one of them. He's got a gift bag in hand and is wandering around the plaza looking down at his assigned card and then back up again.
"Yo, you seen a Dean Winchester around here?"
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"Sup?" He looks over his shoulder, and leave it to Dean to not dress like everyone else. Holiday cheer he might have, but even Dean has his limits. "Are you..." He looks down at his gift. "...Miles?"
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To: rumormonger_nya
As soon as everything is properly checked over Hope starts glancing around, asking politely to those who pass: "excuse me, I'm looking for Nekomata? Have you seen them?"
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So Hope won't be left out in the cold for long before there's a fluffy cat demon hopping from foot to foot in excitement with wide golden eyes.
"I'm Nekomata! It's me, mya~"
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Present for bornstrong
"Excuse me," Adia calls out, trying hard not to fidget. "I'm looking for Iphigenia?" Her pronunciation of the name, at least, is flawless.
awww!
"Yes?" She's never met this woman, but when she hears her name pronounced, well, perfectly, she's immediately curious.
:)
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Looking for Hughes!
It's a good thing he knows the man he had to find a present for. 'Bob' hopes he picked the right present though. The box is wrapped up in bright red and green paper and tied with a sparkly green and gold ribbon. Now he just needs to find Hughes... but in all these bustling people that's not easy. Maybe he needs a better vantage point...
How about that magnificent Christmas tree? Dad wraps an arm around his present, sidles over to the tree, and up he goes limb over limb. Good thing he has an excellent grip, because he's swaying quite alarmingly up there...
HE'S SO EXCITED
"Grab on!" he calls. "I'll help you down!" 'Down' may end up meaning 'down onto himself,' but hey, if that's what it takes to get his friend down safely? Worth it!
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Finding Hope (for hisideal)
Regardless, the young legionnaire is strolling among the gathered people in the Nexus with a long flat box under his arm. He greets those he knows and those he doesn't recognize with equal cheer - even more for those he doesn't, in fact. People who fall into the latter category get a charming smile before he asks, "I don't suppose you happen to know anyone here named Hope?"
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Spoilers: she is totally the Hope that he is looking for.
"What's your name?"
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Come out, come out wherever you are brother_alone ...
He even knows the general areas that Josh tends to hang around in - around a certain apartment complex or near a very distinctive space ship - it's only a matter of time before he runs into him.
When he finally does, he smiles at Josh holding two smallish gifts wrapped in paper that looks like this.
"Hey Josh, happy holidays."
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Josh hops down the last step of the apartment complex he'd been leaving, still tugging his beanie down over his dark curls when he catches sight of Miles and offers the appropriately nerdy greeting with the other young man.
"Happy holidays, bro. You looking for me? I gotta give you my number, man. S'getting too cold to wander around."
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To: i_paladin
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stolenBORROWED shield from the Dawnguard and one reflecting enchantment later (taken off a common Reflecting Shield, because he doesn't particularly feel like getting himself smote for either disenchanting or giving away Auriel's) he's back, strolling through the Plaza with the shield (wrapped up in a spare cloak to preserve the surprise) strapped to his back.He glances around as he walks, and occasionally stops those passing by him to ask, "Excuse me - I'm looking for Paladin. You haven't seem them, by any chance, have you?"
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Whatever.
Regardless, through the crowd she goes (laughing all the way, HA! HA! HA!) to find the source of the inquiry: a dark haired man with something strapped to his back. "Hello," the Tiefling responds when in ear shot. Stepping forward, she pushes her hood back for clearer line of sight. "I am Paladin. You are looking for me?"
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present for auspex_caelo!
But, in the spirit of the holiday, she's ready with a little gift bag, looking around.
"Has anyone seen Stratos?" she asks aloud.
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"Are you in need of my assistance, miss?"
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for speaksdinosaur!
So here she is, in the Plaza, with a neatly wrapped present, asking:
"Has anyone seen the Doctor?"
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"Are you looking for a doctor, or The Doctor?" He tries for a little dry humor, as he holds a wrapped item that is shaped like a bear. He doesn't know who the person in question is, so he went for something safe. "Though it seems I'm to be looking for someone by the name of..." He looks down at the little tag. "Katherine."
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for drehnifusbahi
And it proved to be even harder to find a gift for someone he doesn't know, so Adam got the person in question something he might enjoy. He just hopes Vanyel isn't a kid, or this might get awkward really fast.
whoops, sorry for the delay >>
"Yes?" He replies, as he heads back in the direction he thinks the call came from - which is, at least, in Adam's general direction. Vanyel's in his mid- to late 20s, wearing bleached leather armor and with a sword at his belt and a crossbow just visible strapped to his back.
So no, definitely not a kid.
No biggies. >>
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for conjuredskies
She reaches her hand for her now cold tea, and she takes a sip. "Does anyone happen to know where Felix is?"
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for red_room
"Miss Romanoff?" She peers over the tree, and she hopes she can spot the mystery stranger from the other side of the tree. And she then quickly bends down to pick up a shiny silver ball to hang up on one of the branches of the tree. "I really hope she will like her gift."
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Natasha had a spot of her own gift giving to do so she was already in the Plaza. It only made sense to stick around and try to figure out who must have gotten her name in the draw. Her boots crunch in the snow as she approaches, hands in the pockets of her coat.
"I don't believe we've met."
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for ikicklotsafaces
But, Dean is also here to give some kid a gift. And he just hopes his giving of the Great Bog Seger will be appreciated. "Damn I hope this kid has good taste in music." He eyes the wrapped cd. And of course, Dean hopes the kid has a cd player.
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A small underaged black-hispanic kid pulls up a seat next to the pie eating gentleman. He might have missed the fact that he was talking about him when he mentioned something about music.
"Are you looking for Miles? Because I might be the guy you're looking for. Are you Dean?"
Present for Adia Costas/Chiron_Survivor
Look, Adia, it's that dead guy from the Halloween party! And for some reason he's wandering around the plaza shouting your name. Looks like loudness isn't a drunken side-effect for him – it's probably his natural default. One of his hands is half cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice, while his other arm holds a blue-and-white striped package.
"Adia, I hope you're out there! I got a present for you!"
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She peeks at him from around a tall-backed chair, recognizing him from the party. Looks like the whole undead thing wasn't part of his costume. She waves shyly and walks over to him, hoping that he'll lower his volume once she's within conversation distance. "Hi, Harrowheart. Merry... um, oh. What holiday do you celebrate this time of year?" She smiles gratefully. "And thank you for the present."
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for off_the_air
"Does anyone here happen to know someone named, Radio?" He looks at the tag, and he hopes he got the name right. With nothing but his grungy lab coat on and flannel shirt, Vaclav is starting to get a little cold. "Because I've got an awesome present for them, and I can use my hands back so I can warm my engine up again."
For bratan
Holding a small blue box tied with a bow, the intelligence officer heads out to the Plaza, searching for the recipient of his gift. When he doesn't immediately spot the man he's looking for, he hops up on one of the benches to get a better vantage point. "Has anyone seen Adam Jensen?" he calls, a bright smile on his face. "I've got something for him!"
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And then he hears his name. "That would be me." Adam takes a drag from his cigarette, and he removes it from his mouth. And he makes his way over to Hughes with the cigarette held between his fingers. And he looks at the box, with a stern look plastered on his face.
"And I take that's for me." He tosses the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and snuffs it out with the tip of his boot.