22. itty bitty christmas

[orderfromchaos]

[Day one, text + voice]

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Hello? Someone took my parents. And my house.


[Day two, spam]

[Did six-year-old Dillon find tiny old roller skates in the back of his closet? Yes he did. He is now about to crash into you, probably.]


[Day three, video]

[A tiny redhead is absolutely swimming in a vaguely blasphemous christmas sweater. He's in the chapel, and he sings Away in a Manger in a clear, lovely soprano. He bites his lip for a moment afterward.]

Are we going to have a tree? Will someone else come light candles? I'm not supposed to play with fire.


[Day three, spam]

[Find Dillon with excessive candy canes hooked into the collar of his oversized sweater, trailing tinsel, attempting to stack a chair on top of a ladder so that he can hang up mistletoe and wreaths almost as big as he is.]


[OOC: replies will come from inateacup]

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voice

[chaotica]

Are you all right?

voice

[inateacup]

There's weird stuff in my room, and this phone is weird too, but I figured it out.

Am I kidnapped?

[He's handling it alright, given how young he sounds. And you, mister answered-nine-one-one, are obviously trustworthy.]

voice

[chaotica]

No, not kidnapped.

Do you believe in magic, Dillon?

day two spam!!

[andidomeanrun]

[Bucky is all too used to needing to stop short and sidestep people running around or doing stuff like running around in doors, even if they're definitely not supposed to be rollerskating in the hallways of the orphanage. He puts a gentle hand out to stop Dillon's momentum before he smashes into him or topples over.]

Hey, take it easy.

day two spam!!

[inateacup]

[Dillon clings to his arm, wobbling, but grinning.]

I'm okay!

day two spam!!

[andidomeanrun]

[Okay, fair enough, but Bucky looks a little curious when the other kid's voice registers with him.]

You sounded different yesterday.

Day 2 spam

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ The little vampire didn't really remember having been an adult. But he had a vague sense of who he liked and didn't like. So when he was trying to be stealthy--as stealthy as a 10 year old can be--an Dillon ran into him from behind, he wasn't happy. He twisted around with a hiss, eyes solid black. ]

Re: Day 2 spam

[inateacup]

[WHY ARE YOU CREEPY]

[Dillon topples over, scrambles up, swaying on his skates and clinging to the corner of the wall.

What's wrong with your eyes?

[your CREEPY eyes ahhh]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He smiled. A broad, proud sort of smile that shouldn't belong on a kid's face. He moved toward Dillon, slow and calm. ]

There's nothing wrong with my eyes.

[ Were those fangs? Yes. The pint-sized vampire had fangs. ]

[withtheoldbreed]

Everyone's sayin' we're gonna go home soon. [The voice probably sounds a little oddly familiar, if the accent is totally different. There's a slight sniffle, and though you can't see it, Gene scrunches his nose in frustration.]

[inateacup]

Well, probably it's okay then. One time, inna tornado 'mergency, and everybody had to go camping in the church basement together to be safe. But there was cocoa and stories and everyone was okay!

I'm Dillon. What's your name?

[withtheoldbreed]

Eugene. Where do you live?

day 2

[thelastbullet]

[He's been rushing through the halls as fast as possible, trying to make sure the kids are taken care of, when Dillon runs into him. He quickly grabs the kid by the shoulders to prevent a full-on collision.]

Whoa there, pal! Gotta watch where you're going!

day 2

[inateacup]

[He squirms a little.]

I was! The halls are skinny is all.

[thelastbullet]

[He doesn't let go of him quite yet, mostly so he has the chance to ascertain whether this one was doing okay.]

That means you should be more careful, not that you can just crash into grown-ups.

[day three video]

[clockworkflower]

There's trees in the enclosure! And I found one down on the bottom floor with toys all over it. I thought it might be a talking tree but it wouldn't talk to me.

I'm coming to light your candles. Are dogs allowed in there?

[day three video]

[inateacup]

Not those kind of trees! A christmas tree.

The one with toys was probably it, only presents are supposed to go under. Popcorn and orn'ments go on it.

[He swings his legs and gazes around.]

There no sign that says they aren't!

day 3

[naturalizing]

That was pretty.

[And also:] What are you wearing?

[And also:] I'm allowed to play with fire.

day 3

[inateacup]

It's a sweater! I know it's too big but all my stuff is now. And it's cold up here.

But, um, thank you.

day three

[150th]

[Those wreaths like too much for humans to pick up with their tiny little arms.

The clone, as of yet unnamed, tugs on one with telekinesis to lift it out of Dillon's arms. The wreath shimmers blue, seems much lighter.

The source of this "help" is behind Dillon, hovering near a light fixture.]

{What's this?}

day three

[inateacup]

Whoa-oh.

[He wobbles a little, clings to his precarious chair, then starts to scoot down.]

It's a Christmas Wreath! People hang them up because...well, I don't know really, because they like them, I guess. And they're pretty.

[YOU ARE THE WEIRDEST NARNIA CREATURE YET he has no idea what you are but that's pretty cool.]

Hi! Thank you for helping me.

video;

[notdreaming]

They didn't take your house. They only brought you here, and just for a little while.

video;

[inateacup]

Your face is on the phone!

[8O]

[ Spam : Day Three ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean isn't at all sure what to think of this place, but there's an instinct in him that tells him not to dig too deep. That he won't like what he finds. Maybe that's part of the curse of it, he thinks in the times he's not too busy to do so, and given a long enough time the ever more irritating thorn of Sam and Dad's absence would drive him to actually do something about it.

Unbeknownst to him, he won't get that much time. Instead he's jogging through the hallways, a nerf gun held loosely in one hand and alert in the way of every big brother everywhere engaged in a game that he has to be careful playing, but not that careful. He's hunting for his opponents, except - ]

Whoa, hey there, dude! [He skids off course, dropping the gun and reaching to grab the chair before this can happen. Or, as he's more concerned about, unhappen.] The hell're you tryin'a do?

[ Spam : Day Three ]

[inateacup]

I hafta decorate for Christmas! To keep the White Witch away!

[His arms cartwheel a little, but yay, apparently he is balanced after all. He sounds super excited and also really sure of this flawless logic.]