Narrative: Artie Who: Artie! When: Late night Tuesday Dec 11 Where: The mansion What: Artie figured that people were probably just too tired to respond to his entry, so with bags of candy, he begins to sneak around the halls.
Some would argue that Santa really didn't fit into the whole Buddhist mindset. Artie would be just as quick to insert, in his own way, that Santa didn't really fit into any religion, but that saint was more a tradition. Because, and sadly it rarely happened out of this particular holiday season, but people deserved to have something surprising happen to them. Something that they might not expect - and even though he knew that almost everyone at the school was too old for something like this, he couldn't deny himself the personal joy it brought him to be able to make someone's morning brighter.
The floor was cold under his bare feet, having to scamper across the rugs in the hallways and throughout the school to try and make sure everyone got something. He had to remember that sometimes he should do this kind of thing on a whim. Artie was not one to need to get candy on only special days! Luckily, he'd been able to find a stash of someone's Halloween candy, and combined it with his own that he kept squirreled away. He could always get more, and it wasn't like he was a sugar addict. The unfortunate part was that a lot of it had dairy in some way (caramels and the like) so he wasn't too keen on eating that anyway. What better way to get rid of it than to give it to others under the guise of St. Nick?
After some quick thinking, Artie had limited himself to two bags that he could easily carry - the main goal was to not wake anyone. A spindly guy tripping over candy bags in a failed attempt to juggle and keep his balance just wouldn't do. To his surprise, some people had actually set out footwear - a couple socks here, a flip flop there. More than he had expected, that was for sure. To the rooms that didn't have any foot accessory in front of the door, Artie didn't leave them without any. His long fingers reached into a bag, grabbing up a handful of individually wrapped candy and setting it off to the side of the door frame. No way did he want someone accidentally stepping on it and hurting themselves.
Once one hallway was complete, he discarded the empty bags and picked up a couple new ones, moving his base of operations where it would be easily-gotten. In his own way, this whole thing was a game, maybe even a power training exercise, if someone would look that closely at it. To those scant few that were still up and about, should they wander out into the hallway, Artie wasn't there, the shoes were empty and no piles of candy existed...yet. His illusions were getting easier to pull off, a silent chuckle coming from his mouth as he pressed himself against a wall, watching the person go about their business until the door was closed.
Who better to play St. Nick than a man who could disappear himself?
He made sure to leave big piles for Mary Jane (she seemed like she could use a bit of a sugar vacation - but only the high-end stuff he could find, Hershey's all the way for the lady) and for Aubrey because bros had to look out for one another. Even though he hadn't heard from Zuzha in a while, he looked up her room and left a nice pile of candy for her. The thought crossed his mind that if someone got up early enough, they could steal all the candy. Surely no one at the school could be so dastardly, but even if they had such people hanging around, there wasn't much that Artie could do about it. He'd have to hope that people's greed didn't overtake them, thereby allowing everyone to enjoy their own stack of candy.
But, to be fair, those who left shoes out got the most. With all his bags of candy exhausted after several rounds to make sure everyone got a bit, Artie retired to his room, content to hopefully, at the most, bring people some smiles, at the least, corn syrup comas.