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[audio] @eleven; Santa's Secret Game [open]
[ Eleven's voice is tired. Drained - her earlier foray into the Void has come back to haunt her during Beacon's Defense with dire consequence, and she feels faint these days, unable to tap into the powers she so violently overused to defend the sleeping inhabitants of Beacon. ]
Home... back home. My... uhm. Mike... told me.
[ She stops talking for a moment. The sound of a quiet breath; she's gathering her thoughts. If you've been here a while you know that she struggles with her words when she's exhausted, when she's upset, when she's emotional. ]
I had one, back home. Christmas... [ She says the word slowly, unsure. ] Mike and me and a few friends, we... played a... game, maybe? Santa's Secret Game... I think. You put your name in a... hat, and then when it's full, you draw one. A name. And you get a gift for that person. But... you can't tell anyone. It's a secret, until they get the gift.
[ The sound of something crinkling. Paper, maybe. ]
I asked Rastus for... paper. For presents. And... ribbons and... bags. I wanted...
I thought...
[ She goes quiet for another moment, then: ]
Presents are... nice. Can we.
Can we just... have something... nice?
Just be nice.
I think, maybe... we could play the game? And give gifts. And be nice.
I... it's. It's from home...
[ooc: Feel free to respond to El, but in the wake of this network post, in the following week she'll go around approaching Beaconites with a large gift bag to collect sign ups for Secret Santa (even if she mislabels the 'game' slightly.
Sign-up can be handwaved through THIS OOC Post, that also includes further information on how this is gonna shake out. ]
Home... back home. My... uhm. Mike... told me.
[ She stops talking for a moment. The sound of a quiet breath; she's gathering her thoughts. If you've been here a while you know that she struggles with her words when she's exhausted, when she's upset, when she's emotional. ]
I had one, back home. Christmas... [ She says the word slowly, unsure. ] Mike and me and a few friends, we... played a... game, maybe? Santa's Secret Game... I think. You put your name in a... hat, and then when it's full, you draw one. A name. And you get a gift for that person. But... you can't tell anyone. It's a secret, until they get the gift.
[ The sound of something crinkling. Paper, maybe. ]
I asked Rastus for... paper. For presents. And... ribbons and... bags. I wanted...
I thought...
[ She goes quiet for another moment, then: ]
Presents are... nice. Can we.
Can we just... have something... nice?
Just be nice.
I think, maybe... we could play the game? And give gifts. And be nice.
I... it's. It's from home...
[ooc: Feel free to respond to El, but in the wake of this network post, in the following week she'll go around approaching Beaconites with a large gift bag to collect sign ups for Secret Santa (even if she mislabels the 'game' slightly.
Sign-up can be handwaved through THIS OOC Post, that also includes further information on how this is gonna shake out. ]