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I'm curious. How do others celebrate the holidays? They don't have to specifically be earth holidays or the ones that traditionally come around this time of year. Any holiday is included in this. And if you celebrate a holiday from a world other than earth (or a different holiday but you're primarily earth based), what is it, and how do you celebrate it?


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Two things.

One: Are any of us doing anything for Thanksgiving? I'm indifferent, but I don't want to be rude if someone planned something.

Two: Vanya should know some basic self-defense. This place is too insane for her not to. It might also help her with her powers. If you'd like to help me teach her, I'd appreciate it. If it's something you'd prefer not to do because you don't want to unintentionally relive days past, I understand.

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[Vanya Hargreeves]

You wanted some bullet points on things you missed. I'm going to do my best to be concise. This may mean I leave out details that could detract from the main points.

From what I experienced and/or what I've gleaned, here's what I know about everything leading up to me arriving here.

I jumped forwarded in time several times. Eventually, I landed in what I assume was 2019 based on a newspaper I found. I spent decades there. You know this. I talked about it briefly when I returned. The day to day minutiae of surviving in a dead world isn't very exciting. Just know that it was decades, and I spent a lot of my time working to get home.

I did find one other clue -- a prosthetic eye with the manufacturing company's name on it.

One day, someone appeared out of no where. I won't go into what went through my head. It isn't worth it. But she wasn't there before, and she was clean. And she offered me a way out.

The Temps Commission -- an organization tasking itself with the preservation of the timeline through corrections.

She called herself The Handler, and she offered me a job. Work for them, help them, and I could leave the desolation around me. Work for them, and, after five years, I could retire to anywhere and any when.

I might have been crazy, but I wasn't stupid. I still had my intuition. I knew something wasn't right. It didn't take her informing me that she and her agency wouldn't prevent the apocalypse for me to know it was a Faustian deal.

I made it anyway.

There's no point in going into the boring details of how you preserve a timeline. All you need to know right now is I did my job, and I did it well, and I bid my time. And then, when the time was right, I came home.

The Commission doesn't take kindly to defectors or to people trying to willfully change the timeline. Between Dad's funeral and when I showed up at your apartment, they tracked me down. That's where the blood on my collar came from.

I know you wanted me to stay, and I know I shouldn't have snapped at you, but I was running out of time. Eight days to find out who ends the world and prevent it from happening while also trying to prevent yourself from being liquidated by your former employers is a lot, even for me.

I went to the prosthesis company. I hit a road block. Turns out they won't just give you information if you ask nicely. Not sure why, but they won't. So I recruited Klaus. He was in the wardrobe when you found me in my room.

Klaus can be surprisingly effective. He managed to persuade the head of the company, Lance, to look into the serial number of the eye. But it hadn't been manufactured yet. Time travel problems at their finest.

Where the first team failed to handle my defection, another team was employed. Just two. Hazel and Cha-Cha. I got away, but they saw my face.

They're the ones who attacked the house. Were you there? I should have been I know Luther and Klaus found me while I was gathering information on that Lance guy, but I didn't go home.

Plus side? I had leverage on Lance. Turns out he was making shady black market deals with some of the prosthetics.

I confronted Lance the next morning and persuaded him to help me. But when we got to the prosthetic lab, it'd been set on fire. And I was pretty sure it was Hazel and Cha-Cha's doing.

I did the only thing I could think of to do; I retreated to the Argyle a library where I proceeded to attempt to solve the problem of the world ending and also solve the mystery of what happens when you when all your clues were up in smoke. Luther and Diego found me passed out and took me to Diego's boiler room.

The next morning, only Luther was there. I told him a bit about the apocalypse, the eye, and the Commission.

When I got back to the Academy, I stumbled upon Klaus. His story is his to tell or not tell, and I don't know too much about it myself. But I could tell he'd managed to time travel. Hazel and Cha-Cha had taken him from the house, and he'd managed to get away with a briefcase.

The Commission uses briefcases to store devices for some of their agents to use for the purpose of time traveling. How else do you preserve the time line if you can't leave your own present?

The Commission had protocols, and one of them involved the briefcase. If Klaus had managed to seal it, it meant Hazel and Cha-Cha didn't have it. And they’d be desperate to get it back.

Unfortunately, Klaus didn't have it, either.

I improvised, writing them a note to meet me to negotiate the return of their briefcase, grabbing a briefcase from the attic.

I also worked on a probability map, trying to narrow down who might be the lynch pin. I came up with four names, but I don't know if any of them were correct.

Luther didn't approve of my plan to kill four people to save billions. He threatened He black He used his own skills and knowledge to disuade me.

So we went with the briefcase plan.

Luther and I met Hazel and Cha-Cha, where I had them contact The Handler. Then we waited.

I have absolutely, 100% no idea what was going on or why (though I can hazard a guess or two), but Klaus and Diego came down the road in an ice cream truck. I kind of wish I were making this up, but I can't make this up.

They barrelled down the road at, I don't know, five miles an hour. Hazel and Cha-Cha pulled out guns to fire at them (and Luther and me).

And then everything stopped.

There she was, yet again. The Handler.

After a short conversation, I accepted another offer from her to work for the Commission, this time in a different position at headquarters.

I made sure the others weren't going to get shot before I left with her.

I didn't go to the Commission's headquarters with the intent to work, though I did do a little of it to keep up appearances. Mostly I was there to find out about the apocalypse (though I can't say I had no intention of throwing in a monkey wrench or two, which I did).

I got a name. Harold Jenkins.

I didn't know who he was or how he caused the destruction of the world, but I had a name. I told the others when I returned home about it, and, somehow, convinced them that we had to save the world.

Luther and Klaus went off to do... something. I think Luther was seeing if it had anything to do with why he was sent to the moon. I honestly don't know what Klaus was doing. (Again, this may be their stories to tell, even though I've got a few ideas on what happened to Luther.)

Allison, Diego, and I went to the police station to find information on Harold Jenkins. Diego had connections there and got his file, and Allison recognized him as your boyfriend.

I didn't know anything about him other than the Commission wanted him alive. I didn't know if he kidnapped you or manipulated you or if you two had been dating for years. I just knew that he was the cause of the apocalypse, and I had to stop him, and I had to hope you were safe. I had to believe, one way or another, you would be safe.

We went to his house, and we didn't find him. We did, however, find a highly disturbing display in his attic. He had pictures and figures of us with our faces and eyes gouged and burned and disfigured. This was pure derangement, Vanya. There was so much hatred in that room. Did you know For a brief second, I wondered if you hated us that much

The chaos and monkey wrenches I mentioned? I might have gotten hurt during that. And I might have gone into shock maybe. I don't remember a lot after that room. Bits and pieces. Diego and Allison trying to figure out what to do with me when we got home. Mom. I might have been delirious at some point. I remember Mom taking care of me.

The next day I (with Luther) found out about Klaus summoning Dad, Dad's suicide, his reasoning behind it, how he reprogrammed Mom, where Allison had gone, and that Diego had been in jail. (Who's surprised? No one? Moving on.) (I was a little surprised. Wasn't the answer I was expecting to "where have you been all night?" but I got over it.)

I took some time to try to process how Dad could know about the apocalypse before going to find everyone. I found Klaus, then he and I found Diego (wherein he informed us, briefly, about his night in jail -- namely that he'd been in jail). Diego told us about Allison going to Harold Jenkins's cabin in the woods (I really want to discuss your life choices with you. First, you don't have locks on your windows. Then, you go to a cabin in the woods? Without telling anyone? Have you ever seen a horror movie, Vanya?) to find you. So we went to find Luther.

He was at a bar.

Once we got Luther, we raced to the cabin, where we found Allison. We then took her home, and Mom took care of her.

When she was stable, Diego, Klaus, and I went to find you and Harold Jenkins. You weren't at his house. But he was. And the glass eye fit.

At the time, I didn't know how he'd died or who or what had caused it. I didn't know where you were. Something felt off, but I couldn't figure it out. I was trying to figure it out, trying to see if you were at the Academy (we couldn't find you). Klaus and I got into a disagreement (I don't want to talk about it), and then I went off to have a drink. Because if the world wasn't ending, that was a cause for celebration. And I didn't want to think for a minute.

Hazel showed up. He didn't have you, but he did have something to help with the whole Diego being in jail thing. And he wanted to help save the world. He and I talked, and he made me realize that this could be a second chance of sorts.

I took a walk.

On that walk I came across a newspaper.

The headline hadn't changed. The world was still ending.

More pieces clicked into place (with a few more clicking into place later, once you got here), especially when I raced home to see it destroyed. The only destroyed structure on the whole street.

The Academy, at least, hadn't fallen to the apocalypse. It'd fallen before the rest of the world.

Harold Jenkins was just the catalyst, the fuse; you were the bomb.

The Umbrella Academy being destroyed drew attention, so we all scattered, meeting up again at the bowling alley.

There was a discussion about what to do and where to find you (your concert), as well as the usual squabbles. (Klaus mentioned Ben saving Diego. I didn't really understand how or what he meant until later.)

A message distracted me. A message from The Handler.

It was a delay tactic, a divide and conquer scenario. She drew me away while the others went to your concert.

You were on stage, all in white except your hair and eyes (they were blue. I don't know why), playing a song to reign in the end of everything. Commission agents were trying to stop us from stopping you.

Klaus summoned Ben, and Ben took them out.

I don't know how to describe that moment, so I 'm not going to try.

With the Commission agents disposed of, we turned to you. We tried to stop you. In the end, Allison did it. She broke your concentration.

You had a lot of energy built up, and that energy hit the moon.

Pieces of the moon fell to earth, one very large one in particular.

I don't know if the others were resolved to die, but I wasn't. I came back to save the world, and I came home to save my family.

So I opened up another time portal.

And I took you all with me.

That's about as short and concise as I can get it right now without leaving out more than I'm already leaving out. I'll do what I can to answer questions, but I can't promise I'll answer everything right away. And you can always ask the others for their perspectives of things. I can say I don't know if I was able to travel back with everyone. I remember leaving the theater, but I ended up here. So, maybe, somehow, some version of me did. And maybe all of us -- including you -- save the world.

[/Vanya Hargreeves]