Repose

[Sam & Cris M]

[There is a long, long line of :D!]

[Damian W & Misha B]

I know it's New Year or whatever but I hope your Christmas was/is awesome.

[Jason W]

scale of one to ten, how much did it suck?

[Cat C]

you're super fucking generous.

[Eddie N/Steph M]

was it at least a good Christmas?

[Clary House]

hey, was your Christmas merry and bright? because mine was totally awesome. and thanks, P. I'm basically marathoning Stranger Things because weird-ass town, it felt right. when does Newt move in?

[In the mail, a creamy white envelope with no return address that contains a very official-looking Certificate of Ownership: one thoroughbred stallion purchased in auction and registered under the painstakingly-clever (and appropriately pretentious) moniker of 'Aimsworthy'.

A cursory glance into auction records may reveal that the stud was purchased at a cool $1.8 mil US]

[A medium-sized box wrapped in plain paper, stuffed with several layers of spangly silver tissue paper.

Tucked inside are: three bottles of nail polish (the fancy kind) in metallic jewel tones, four tiny vials of perfume made from essential oils and rosehip - peony, lavender, patchouli and lemon - with handwritten labels, a tube of Rihanna's Fenty Mattemoiselle lipstick, and a very worn Queen of Swords card, complete with creased corners and a smudged thumbprint on the back.

Along with a note in the same handwriting as the vials:]

I couldn't afford to buy you much, but these were the things that came to me.

I thought I'd be excited when I got up this morning, but I'm not. I dunno.

I just want someone to dance with tonight.

[The box is wrapped very meticulously in snowflake paper. Inside is a pair of headphones, and some boots. Since Santa didn't know if those would be comfortable, also included is $5000 to Mr Porter so he can buy whatever he likes. Not Crocs.]

[As requested, there are a lot of toys for her, but daddy wasn't forgotten either.

A gift certificate. More explicitly, reservations for two New Years Day at a popular restaurant in the Capital for brunch. It comes complete with a voucher for childcare at a well-respected facility located near the restaurant. Only a short note is included:]

Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Brunch? Let me know if you can't make it.

-Santa

[The gifts come in a group of boxes, all spruced up with a mistletoe sprig tucked into twine. In one is a coat. In the second sit mittens, a scarf, a toque, and a few pairs of socks. (All of the items offer more warmth than they appear they might, and they stay warm to the touch, long after being removed.) In the third box, a bow tie sits among red and green tissue paper, along with a pair of feathers soft to the touch, likely unlike anything Caleb has ever seen. They offer nothing but their beauty, but that is immense. The attached card bears only 'Merry Christmas.']

Who: Sam & Eames
What: A life-model class
Where: University, the Capital
When: Nowish, evening
Warnings/Rating: Language

Sam wasn't taking classes this semester. She had a job on offer for the art department's gallery, and she was totes doing that nights weekly for a few hours. She had to come into the Capital to feed, yeah? So she might as well, and the department had some really gorgeous shit in their collection. It also meant she got to use the studio space at the school, which was open 24/7, and she could sit in on classes if she wanted. So, yeah, she wasn't TAKING classes, but she did go to the modeling classes sometimes. She mostly liked sketching people on the street, huh? Without them knowing she was capturing them, but it was ok to do models sometimes. Tonight, she was doing it for a REASON, tho, and it had nothing to do with art.

Ok, so some punks had totes harassed Leo, and Sam was feeling hella protective of Leo, so it wasn't like she could just let them get AWAY with it so. So, yeah, nah, she'd taken her ass over to Uber Burger on 29th and Grove, and she'd found the bitches that had roughed Leo up, and she'd scared the FUCK out of them. She got them in the dark, outside the place and with a streetlight knocked out, and she'd shown them a hella lotta fang. And Sam was fast, yeah? She'd shown up behind them, in front of them, and she'd mojo'ed the fuck out of them until they were totes locked in their own trunk and screaming to be let out, and THAT was THAT. Ok, so she maybe made it so they didn't really remember her face, and THANKS, D for being a good teacher.

But, yeah, alibis and plausible deniability (she wasn't married to a cop for nothing), so she was seated at a canvas and dressed sloppy, while the evening's model did their thing on the chair in the front of the semi-circle of artists.

[Unsure of what else to get him and after doing a little bit of research, two presents are left for Abe. One, wrapped in a large white box, is a huge amount of pot. The second is a giant bag of candy, including Jolly Ranchers, tied off with a glittery bow.

The card, like the present boxes, is a simple white card that reads, For the anxiety. Have a great time. Santa.]

[Something fluffy, something that belongs, something puffy, and two somethings to use all year long.

A card comes with it. Inside: ( a message )

[There are a variety of packages, including one extra. The card reads I figured you could use a little luck and maybe the blessing can help stack the balance sheet a little. Santa]

[Locked to Atticus M]
Hey, kid.