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]

Comments

[inateacup]

Oh. Well you're quite good at it then!

[So earnest]

[inateacup]

Do you need help with anything?

[He's asking, like, just in case. There aren't supposed to be a lot of grownups in Narnia but sometimes they do. Prince Caspian had generals and stuff.]

video;

[inateacup]

Your face is on the phone!

[8O]

[naturalizing]

Hi. I'm Abigail.

[She comes closer, inspecting him shrewdly as she approaches, then sits down on the pew next to him. Graciously:] Your sweater looks better from close up.

[inateacup]

I like that it's green.

I'm Dillon. D'you have a favorite color? Maybe your sweater's in that!

[naturalizing]

I like green, too. But a darker green than that. Like forests when it's raining.

Do they make sweaters in that color?

day three

[150th]

{They do?}

[The chair steadies itself with another blue glow.]

{Don't fall. Can't you fly yet?}

video;

[notdreaming]

Of course it is, it's a video phone! [ Krypton's communications are basically all either holographic or video, this is entirely normal. ]

Now yours is too.

[ 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?

[inateacup]

They have to!

[Cause, like, she deserves it. Obviously.]

[inateacup]

No one where I'm from can fly! Do you think I can learn while I'm here?

video;

[inateacup]

It's like the future!

[Well, you're not wrong. Dillon waves enthusiastically.]

[ 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.]

[150th]

{I don't know. I haven't been here before.}

[Not being able to fly would be...

Well, it has no idea what it would be! It has never done that before. Maybe it should try and find out!

The creature settles on the ground, wobbling a little as it uses its legs for the first time but getting the hang of it with some telekinetic help.]

video;

[notdreaming]

[ She waves back, though not nearly as energetically. ]

Hello. I'm Kara. What's your name?

[thelastbullet]

I need you to take good care of yourself, and come to an adult if you're gettin' in trouble.

[withtheoldbreed]

[Well, Gene laughs. He'll need to remember to tell Sid that one when he gets home.] That's really what it's called?

[andidomeanrun]

Are you not Eugene?

[Weird. Very weird. Maybe the kid's just playing a game.]

You got a bigger kid keeping an eye out for you?

[naturalizing]

Oh.

[She smiles warmly at that, pleased. Then she looks up to the altar.]

Where are all the candles we have to light? Or I have to light.

[inateacup]

Uh-uh. I'm Dillon! I think Eugene is my secret big brother maybe, but I'm used to being on my own cause we're long lost and never met before.

[inateacup]

Uh-huhn! There's this giiiiaaant rock outside town, that's the butte!

[inateacup]

Are you a cop too? Or a faun? A space faun?

[inateacup]

Over by the side. Here.

[He shows her, frowns a little, not sure what she can light them with.]

[inateacup]

Oh. Me neither! The cop said it was like Narnia. If we're nice and help people, we'll learn important things to help us when we're home.

And you helped me already!

[Rambling, in the way that kids do, while also watching the other creature wobble uncertainly with keen curiosity.]

What's your name?

video;

[inateacup]

I'm Dillon Cole. Are you from here?