nexus_crossings | Ho Ho Ho! Happy HP Holidays!

Ho Ho Ho! Happy HP Holidays!

There is something different about the Nexus this Christmas season. There is a light snow falling over the entire Nexus plaza. The snow is gentle, with no real coldness to the falling snow flakes. As one approaches the main gathering area, they will notice that there are many Christmas decorations, including garland hanging from the air, and there are twelve towering decorated Christmas trees, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles. There are also thousands of floating tiny candles in the Nexus plaza, that gently move at their own discretion.

In one corner, there is an orchestra, directed by a Dwarf. All of the musicians are playing music on instruments made from ice. In the center of the Nexus plaza, is a huge banquet table, loaded with holiday foods and treats that showcases a variety of food from different cultures, and some of the different worlds that gather into the Nexus itself. The main delight of the banquet table is that magic can make the food replenish itself, meaning Christmas dinner never has to end. Most will be able to find something they would enjoy. With the added perk that the food is LOL-free.

There are some added little Christmas adventures, for those who get caught up in the holidays. Here are some of the extra options for the Holiday season.

Secret Santa!
There is an added bonus to the Secret Santa gifts this year. The presents will deliver themselves! There are tons of wrapped gifts floating through the air, destined to only drop when they reach the person to which they are intended. Please note that not all gifts will be given in the spirit of the season. There are a few prank gifts floating around too. Be sure to watch out for them!

Christmas Crackers!
There are Christmas crackers scattered among the tables, and in amongst the branches of the trees. They are decorated with festive paper that is twisted at either end like a sweet wrapper. Inside of the tube are prizes, and some contain Muggle prizes such as a paper hat, a plastic toy, and a slip of paper with a joke printed on it. But the rare person will receive a unique, peculiar magical prize, and will envelop everyone nearby in a cloud of blue smoke.

Weasley Sweaters!
Time to try your luck at the Christmas Sweater bin. There is a large rotating clothing rack that seems to have an endless supply of them. Each one more Festive than the last! Pick one and show your Christmas spirit for the rest of the day.

Enchanted Mistletoe!
Be warned Nexus traveler, the Nargles** have hung enchanted Mistletoe all around the plaza. If an unlucky person steps underneath the Mistletoe, they will find that they are magically stuck to the spot, until they can find someone to kiss them. Of course, the kiss can be platonic, familial, or even romantic. For a few unfortunate people, the kiss may be the last thing they would want to do... but it is that or be stuck in the same spot for the rest of the season.

**Nargle Wiki
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[Your character is free to give other Christmas gifts to people they care about -- HOWEVER, please do not deliver your Secret Santa gift. That will be handled by the Secret Santa moderator. Please post details on your Secret Santa gift in this post please.]

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Reynard bounces his head to one side thoughtfully and then crooks a smile. "I'll take that as a compliment."

The right edge of her lips twitches a little as if trying copy it slightly in response. "oh.. um good..ya should." She responses a little haltingly nervous.

Why did she get herself into these things again? oh yes, watching out for the others like the would be mama wolf she was. That's right. She mentally reminded herself half wryly.

Her head tilts the other way subconsciously mirroring his actions and subtlety scenting the air. "ah well you look very festive." She adds in a friendly polite tone.

"Why thank you." He peers at her, smile widening just a notch. "And I got all that staring from a pretty woman just for wearing something nice?"

"You're most welcome. " She replies politely and automatically.

She blinks, right better set that straight now, yes. She thinks after a moment. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression.. or insult him unnecessarily either.
"Err, well no. It's just." She slightly gesture with a slight wave up and down of her hand toward his outfit.

"It kinda reminded me of back home. And Er well we've been having some interesting people showing up of late.. some nicer then others. " She murmurs informingly, just in case he hadn't heard. And half gauzeing his reaction.

"Is that so? Where I'm from people don't wear clothes like this anymore." Leaning closer, his grin turns playful as he jokes, "Not many of them can look this good in this many frills."

"Aye. " She murmurs softly with a nod. And can't help the spurt of soft half laugh, some huff snort sound that comes out of her. "Um. Ahem, ah yes I imagine so.. most folks tend toward pirate gear if they do then.. " She trails off a little as she tilts her head trying to narrow down the possibility proper time period.

She's usually decent at it being a student and lover of history. Though she's also trying to channel and use the techniques she'd learned from Sherlock over the years.

Which half reminds her to try and squirrel away some ginger things for him. When she gets a chance.

With Reynard having lived through so many eras he long since stopped worrying about dividing them. This outfit, Winter made, isn't from one particular era. It is nice, befitting a servant of Winter, no more no less.

He raises an eyebrow. "Is your home full of pirates?"

She hums, interesting very interesting. "Well, it's very nice, and unique never the less." She murmurs complementary. A Christmas time mysterious visitor, how very Dickens.

She lets out a wry cough, that's half bemused. "Ah, well there's a few , sometimes it feels like it how some of townsfolk like to act. There tends to be more near where my husband's from being a Port town, were currently near the seaside where we're at at. But it's rather more frosty now a days. " She remarks with a slight shiver.

The cold was not her favorite thing but other aspects of the winter season, and especially Christmas was.

"Pirates are not the worst company." He lifts his hands. "At least you know they're bound to be ill mannered and immoral. It comes with the territory, after all."

Folding his arms again, he tilts his head at her. "I take it your husband isn't a pirate. Do you live in your own world, or have you moved to the Nexus?"

She rasises a slightly wry, spectacle eyebrow but she supposed that could be true of some. "Well.. I suppose so one of my best friends wanted to be one when he grew up before he became a Detective. " She informs him warmly. She slightly tilts her head, "aye. " She replies softly.

Truth be told she rather have the likes of Will Turner and Elisabeth Swann, then a certain other pirate who often was the uncomfortable sort of creeper leery friendly.

"Ah no. " She states quickly and shakes her head. "He's, we've had quite a few jobs over the years.. we run a bookshop among other things now a days. " She informs him warmly no harm in that. She thinks, "I used to be a healer back in our home realm. " She adds warmly.

"Ah, well.. more like visiting or taking a small vacation at the moment. " She, they couldn't leave the others completely after all. There we're people in multiple realms they helped with various things after all. And a far few still healing from wounds. Both mentally and physically.

Reynard stays perfectly still while she talks. He doesn't even blink, though it's hard to notice with the way his eyes squint as he smiles.

"I see." He makes a small sound of amusement. "Well, in that case I can understand the staring. Usually tourists take pictures, but sometimes staring is better."

She pauses and blinks, oh was she rambling again. whoops. She smiles slightly sheepish back.

"Aye." She murmurs softly and then slightly rolls her left shoulder. "er. yes ahem... Well, I didn't want to presume.." She replies softly and politely. She did have a camera in her bag, "Sketchings fun too." She adds with a lopsided playful smirk. "Ya kinda took me by surprise." She murmurs sincerely.

"It's good not to presume," he agrees with a nod, but his amusement doesn't fade. "I wonder if you will describe it as a good surprise or a bad one when you tell your friends about me... Do you often sketch or do you prefer to take photos?"

She nods softly, in agreement. She did her best not to judge a book solely by its cover, and Sherlock did always say not to try and fit evidence to a theory but the other way around.

"Well, you seem like a nice enough fellow. " She murmurs politely and slightly playful.

"Ah, well I tend to do a fair mix of both.. though I tend to do more drawing lately. " She informs him in reply warmly.

To her compliment he simply smiles, both for her uncertainty and her assessment. Instead of disputing it or proving her wrong he continues his quizzing. "People, things or animals?"

She smiles softly in return, "um all of the above. Some from memory. " She informs him.

"Have you had a chance to draw anything since coming here? The Nexus has plenty of inspiration, but it has a habit of taking away your time to do anything about it."

She hums softly , "just a missing poster " She murmurs softly and, "kinda been trying to organize some things. " She informs him.

"A missing poster? Straight to the serious tasks, I see. Did you find what you were looking for?"

She hums and nods, "Aye. And whom yes.. one of my dearest friends. " she murmurs softly but her eyes are very sad. "He got himself another bout of amnesia.. been trying to find out the source of it this time. " sadly hazard of his profession and personality. Her squeaky had people and enemies of all types in his pursuit of science and justice.

"Amnesia isn't all that uncommon in a place like this." Reynard inhales deeply and smiles broadly. "But there's no better time to find a memory than in Winter! If he wants to at all, that is. Some memories are buried for a reason."

She hums and nods, "Ah I gather that.." She murmurs and then brightens hopefully. "yes,,He does love ginger things..but he's not a big party person." She remarks softly and little sad and worried.

"Well..yes.. I know..if the mind needs to protect itself..but..important things..people.." She trails off a little looking towards the middle distance. "This isn't the first time he reverted to a certain time period of his life..but..doing so ..can be dangerous in certain lands and such." She tries to explain.

Especially with the enemies her dear friend has. As well as his insatiable curiosity and his habit of jumping into things and getting in over his head etc. Certain information was key to have. Not to mention his personal growth,. She sighs softly. And runs a tired worried hand through her hair ruffling it a bit.

"Well." His face splits into a broad smile. "It's lucky you found the Nexus then. There is no safer place, no friendlier place. It's unlikely he'll find himself in danger here, surrounded by people such as these."

She blinks and smiles a little, hopeful but still slightly unsure. She and the others have had to be on guard and alert for so long..It was hard to let go completely.. Though she doubts she'd be able to for long periods anyway.

"Well, that's good." She replies warmly with a small smile.

"It is," he assures her. His eyes scan her face and his smile warms. "You don't quite believe me, do you?"

Placing a hand on her back, he coaxes her deeper into the crowd. "Take my word for it, my dear. Talk to these people. Mingle. Have fun, make friends. You'll soon see I'm right."

Ho Ho Ho! Happy HP Holidays!

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