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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[inateacup]

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

[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.]

[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?

[150th]

{I don't have one, but someone said I need one.}

[It's a problem. Where does it get a name anyway?]

{Is Narnia where you come from?}