8th sweater: a ruby gem

[bezazzled]

[Bunnymund, Garry, Hellboy, Jane, John, Kalinda, Lucrezia, Once-ler, Vriska]

So remember how I said that I was postponing Christmas presents until Valentine's Day? Well, it's almost Valentine's Day, so I think you've waited long enough.

Surprise, I have presents for you! Let me know where you are and I will personally hand deliver it to you. You are so going to love it. I think these are some of my finest works yet.

See you soon!

[Each of her previously mentioned friends will be receiving a hand-knitted sweater:

Garry	Hellboy	Jane
John	Kalinda	Once-ler
Vriska	Alternate for Vriska	Bunnymund
Lucrezia	Spike (wearing)

She might cry if anyone says they don't absolutely love it.]



[True to her word, Mabel will be out and about wandering the castle and delivering her hand-crafted gifts to her closest friends. She also happens to have a stash of assorted colorful headbands and wristbands that she also knitted in case she bumps into someone who didn't get a sweater.

Stop her along the way to say hi?]


(ooc: THIS IS ALSO AN OPEN POST. she's walking all around the castle delivering presents, so feel free to bump into her anywhere!)

Comments

HB

[bezazzled]

Right. Present! Where you at, bro? I will deliver this right to you.

Mabel

[hellshaped]

[GOOD.]

I'm just sort of walking around. I can meet you in the lobby if that's easier for you.

HB

[bezazzled]

What a coincidence! I am in the lobby right now. What a perfect meeting place.

Mabel

[hellshaped]

How convenient.

I'll see you in a minute.

HB

[bezazzled]

A minute? Okay, but I'm counting!

[She throws herself backwards onto the lobby sofa, lays the journal on her stomach, and begins to count backwards.]

Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six, fifty-five...

action!

[hellshaped]

[MABEL.......... no, it's fine.

He shows up after a minute (it's been about two! scandalous!!) and strolls over to her. It's easy to spot a girl lounging in the lobby wearing a bright sweater.]

Am I late?

[bezazzled]

[She's still laying on her back, and at this point she's stopped counting backwards and started counting forwards. Or the other way. Right?! Any way, she stops when he approaches.]

You, good sir, are totally late. But that's okay, because I forgive you this time.

[hellshaped]

[He just makes a quiet, amused sound.]

Just this time, huh?

[bezazzled]

I expect you to be punctual going forward.

[She's kidding, of course. She sits herself upright and reaches over toward the pile of sweaters beside her. She fishes through it for a moment.]

Okay. Are. You. Ready.

[hellshaped]

[He stays where he is, watching her curiously. Did she actually make him a sweater...

Did she remember he has a weird right arm.......]

Ready as I'll ever be.

[bezazzled]

[She sure did! She shouts a "Ta da!" as she pulls the sweater from the pile and holds it out in front of her. It's large, and covers most of her while she holds it. Sure enough, one arm is missing a sleeve specifically for his weird arm.]

Huh? Huh? What do you think?

[hellshaped]

[OH MY GOD...]

That's...

[hellshaped]

[He reaches to, like, reverently take it from her.]

How long did this take you?

[bezazzled]

[She will hand it to him in the gentlest of ways]

You really don't want to know. But hey! No pain, no gain, or something like that. Besides, it's totally worth it. What can I say, I like making people happy!

[hellshaped]

[This is beautiful, he might frame it.

No, he won't. But still.]

This is really great, Mabel. Merry late Christmas.