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[heloise]

[ There will be gifts in velvet pockets or wooden boxes, sealed with wax and left by the doors come this morning, from one Lucrezia Borgia. Early, yes, but the recipients will need time to bring the gifts to the intended. ]

Henry, a small apple tree in a pot with a note that says all the sweetness, for Morgana and an address.
Morgana, a box of perfumed eggs for someone named Henry, no address.

Alayne, a box with bejeweled renaissance shoes in pink, with a note that says for Penny and a room number.
Penny, a gilded hand mirror engraved with Medusa at the back, for someone named Alayne, no address.

Hellboy, a box containing a golden garland of olive leaves, for Galadriel and a room number.
Galadriel, a small box with a garnet rosary

Once-ler, a calico kitten with a collar spelling out Lucrezia, and a note that says for Joshua, and an address.
Joshua, a guitar case with a vihuela, for Once-ler, no address.

Zack, a note that says a lady's token for a tale, with a note for Elizabeth, and a room number.
Elizabeth, a ring and a note that says a tale for the Queen's token and the name Zack.

Ezio, a pearl and gold necklace in a box, and a note that says Lana.
Lana, a box with balance and a set of bronze weights, because every banker surely needs one, for Ezio.

South, a small glass locket in a box, for someone named Jenny, and a room number.
Jenny, a large box filled with an entire Italian renaissance outfit in violet, for someone named South.

Muraki, a painted and illuminated globe, for someone named Crowley.
Crowley, a cupid wineglass

Arya, a small box containing a locket with a portrait of Ned, with a note that says for Lady Stark.
Catelyn, a large collar gilded and embroidered, with a note that says for Nymeria.


[ ooc; don't feel obligated at all to have to pass the gifts along, do what your characters will~ feel free to use this post as a catch-all and tag yourselves in. ]

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Locked to Mommy :')

[persequor]

I'm leaving now! Huh? [ Nymeria stops her from stepping on the objects outside the door. Arya bends to pick them up; Nymeria noses them. ] Stop that. Mother! This says it's for you!

[ladywinter]

Does it? [And Catelyn will make her way over to investigate, leaning over Arya and peering at the packages.] And the other?

[persequor]

It says for you to give to Nymeria.

[ladywinter]

[Huh. That's rather unexpected.]

Shall we open them?

Lana

[assassino]

[Ezio opens up the box to see what it is, and then closes it. He flips the note around to see if there are any other instructions, but alas, there is nothing. What is this about? Was it delivered by mistake? It certainly isn't for him from Lana...]

[ Morgana ]

[fantasies]

[The apple tree is definitely not for him, he knows that much, which is more or less confirmed when he finds the tag that reads Morgana.

There's an address, too. Delivered by mistake? That's sad, the least he can do is make sure it gets to who's supposed to have it before Christmas.

Except, stranger danger. He knows better than to just waltz into town alone and knock on someone's door. So a filter first, naturally.

He writes, in his wobbly 10-year-old handwriting, to preserve the mystery. And also to be polite, but mostly the mystery.]

Hello!

I think somebody delivered something to me that was supposed to be for you. I can bring it somewhere for you, if you want.

Merry Christmas!

[He intentionally doesn't sign it. Mystery, and all.]

[ FILTER!! ] what a mystery

[scinlae]

[ What a little rascal.

She had stared at the eggs for some time as if trying to solve a complicated puzzle, only to be distracted by her journal and the wobbly writing of a child. What sort of game is being played here? It takes her a few moments of staring and contemplation before she puts pen to paper to respond: ]

I would appreciate it greatly, you have my thanks.

[ Morgana ] HE IS THE MOST MYSTERIOUS

[fantasies]

[It's the game of Christmas, Morgana!!

She sounds nice enough. Henry waits a second before he writes another note.]

Where should I bring it?

[Just to see if it's somewhere different than the address he has.]

[ Filter ]

[scinlae]

[ Christmas is stupid, she'd much rather the winter feast. Weeh.

She writes down the same address that Lucrezia gave him. ]

[Galadriel]

[hellshaped]

[The box is puzzling. It's not addressed to him so he doesn't open it -- did Lucrezia send him the wrong thing by mistake? He supposed it was possible.

Tucking the box under his arm, he glances at the note and the room number, then trudges his way down there and knocks on the door.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Meanwhile, Galadriel has been puzzling over the box she had received. She had opened it to check inside, but the little piece of jewelry (or what she assumes to be jewelry) means nothing to her. It's pretty, but she suspects there's more significance to it than she understands.

When the knock comes, she answers the door, only to find someone she has never seen (for she's certain she would remember him!). But she's far too wise and far too old to judge based on appearances. There's a momentary pause and a widening of her eyes, but it doesn't last long.]

Hello. [Her expression is friendly enough, if somewhat quizzical.]

[hellshaped]

[Oh.

Another elf.

Hellboy stares back at her for a second, then realizes that's a bit rude and looks down at the box he's carrying.]

Er. This was at my door, from Lucrezia ... Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

[She gives a little nod. That's her.] I received a similar package- one I assume was meant for you. [A slight smile] I believe our mutual friend wished for us to meet.

> Queen Elizabeth

[bustered]

[It's a curious thing, opening one's door to find a note on the doorstep -- especially curious in a place like Paradisa. Zack actually stares at the thing for a moment as if he expects it to jump up and bite, burst into flames, start a song-and-dance routine... or all three. But when it still remains an innocuous note after a few minutes, he finally bends down to pick it up. It turns out the note is actually two notes: one that seems a strange instruction, and another addressed to a person Zack doesn't know. There is, at least a room number, so Zack decides to forgo the breakfast he was going to grab in the kitchen and search for this Elizabeth person instead.

There will be a knock on the door when he makes it down to room six-twenty -- and he's at least waited long enough to not be bothering someone too early. When she does eventually open the door it will be to see a six-foot-plus SOLDIER on her doorstep, looking slightly awkward as he tries to figure out this whole game.]

<3

[commandsthewind]

[Elizabeth hadn't known exactly what to make of it, ignored the letter for awhile until she was completely sure it wasn't some kind of trick. But the request at first seemed a little odd. Tokens? It had been a long time, long before the war with Spain since she had given any such thing. Still, it had a charm to it she missed. So she found something of all her jewels and trinkets.

Then she simply waited for whoever this person was who was going to earn it. Opening the door to him, her eyebrows going up as she took stock of him. Everything about him said soldier, one who knew what he was doing at that and she rolled her shoulders back, straightening up. Not that she was anything less than her usual self, her dress brightly colour and jewels hanging off her. Never anything less than a queen of course.] If my guess is correct, you must be Zack? The man who has come to win a token.

[bustered]

[The door opens and Zack just doesn't know what to do at first. The person before him is just so regal -- in dress yes, but also in bearing and the way she holds herself. It takes him a minute to figure out what to do in greeting: Lucrezia is really his only model in this sense, and she had gotten a kiss to the hand, but that had been part of a game couched in teaching words. The woman before him is one with whom he's never before spoken, and Zack doesn't want to make a poor impression.

He settles for a simple nod, one that doubles as a response to her question as well -- though he's not sure what she means by tokens.]

Yeah, I'm Zack. You're the Lady Elizabeth, I hope?

[She's got to be someone of some importance, right? Or maybe just someone who enjoys dressing up so. But Zack figures that he's pretty safe with the guess of Lady, combined with a friendly smile, and hopefully if he's wrong she won't be too offended by it.]

[commandsthewind]

[After spending so long in this place, and around people who knew hide nor hair of manners when it came to most situations, she was happy enough for him to bow his head -- and she did so in turn. One simply stately gesture before she stepped back to let him in the room, waving him in.

A woman used to command, so there was her simple expectation that he would do so, after all. He'd come to spin her a tale.]

I am, or was a Lady when I was but a maid, now I am Queen and sole regent to England and Ireland -- and by point of pride even more than technicality, France. But that is just to annoy the French king.

[Turns out, Royals have a twisted sense of humour, but she'd learned to be subtle. Still all the same she smiles in return, even if it is still slightly. He's a stranger after all, it never went well to give too much away. Even if this was the most innocent thing she'd seen the castle do. Which on that note:] I suppose we should ask before we become settled, you don't feel particularly inclined to do something awful very suddenly? Because given this place... I feel I ought to check.

Lucrezia

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler, of course, misses the point of this exercise completely ]

Uh. I think you sent your Christmas present to the wrong place.

...At least I hope it was you because otherwise, I gotta warn you, someone is naming their cat after you.

Once-ler

[heloise]

[ Laughing at him forever! ]

Did I? I must have switched yours with someone else's.

Lucrezia

[whichwayyoulean]

I kind of figured. [PAUSE] Uh. You want to come and get it?

Once-ler

[heloise]

If I did, the intended recipient will never receive his gift.

[Crowley; dictated]

[madetosin]

[Muraki's first impulse is to pitch the charming little package out a window, but since it's from Lucrezia, he decides it's best to see it to it's proper recipient, in the likely event she asks after it.]

I seem to have a package that was intended for you.

[Though he doesn't really believe it's on accident, given that the ghosts aren't prone to mistakes unless directed specifically to perform them.]

[onlyanapple]

[There's snoring on the other side of the journal.

Do snakes snore?

Apparently this one does]

[Crowley; dictated]

[madetosin]

[Wow, what even.

Wait, he remembers this name now...]

I live down the hall from you, if you feel like coming to pick it up. Room 426.

Action forever

[onlyanapple]

[And, at some point way, way after Christmas, Crowley eventually drags himself up out of bed to see this message.

Ugh, what the hell, even.

He'll just come and knock on your door in his own sweet time, after traveling up from the town]