Miracle on Luceti Street.

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! (Mostly.)
What: IT'S CHRISTMAS OR SOMETHING.
When: The 19th through the 25th. Feel free to backdate and forwarddate and everydate as you please.
Where: All over the village!
Summary: It's a wintertime jamboree. Go ice skating. Hand out gifts to those you love. (Or want to prank, as the case may be.) Deal with meddling, creepy elves. Kiss a lot of people. It'll be good. Except for the parts where it'll be awkward. But that's what we're here for, isn't it?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R, I imagine. If you need to play out sexytimes, please either fade to black and take it elsewhere or CLEARLY mark the thread in the subject line. (The former is preferable, but not strictly necessary.)


This is your event catch-all log! Sorry it's a bit late in going up. All you really need to do is mention in your subject line what date(s) it is, so folks know if they're dealing with mistletoe or not. Feel free to set up multiple scenarios, of course. Also, as always, tag your characters!

Here is your event info, and feel free to continue asking questions there if necessary. Now go and make merry!

Comments

[immamartillo]

Yeah. Makes sense, since he's usually off in his own fantasy world.

[He laughs.]

He used to want to be just like Peter in the story and never grow up.

[contaeoro]

Peter Pan would suit him. He sounds like the type who could stay young no matter how big he gets, from the way you talk about him.

[immamartillo]

Yeah, that's just like him. Still a brat, after all these years.

[Like Firo can talk.]

that was the wrong immortal

[contaeoro]

[Maiza says nothing. He just laughs.] Czeslaw would probably like it.

[Now, he looks around for Firo's house.]

That Czes is sneaky!

[immamartillo]

You think so? I hope he does.

[The house is visible just around the corner, and Firo speeds up as it comes into view.]

indeed he is!

[contaeoro]

[Gosh, Firo, you're such an excitable man. Maiza speeds up his pace to keep up.]

Definitely, even if he doesn't act it.

[immamartillo]

I'm glad.

[He laughs and combs his fingers through his hair.]

I wasn't really sure what to get him, or what he's already read.

[When they reach the door, he holds it open for Maiza.]

[contaeoro]

I can't answer that, either. He always had a handle on himself back home. Thanks.

[He walks inside, then waits for Firo to enter too.]

[immamartillo]

What a difficult kid...

[He doesn't say it without fondness in his tone.

He steps in after Maiza, then slips around him to go farther into the house.]

You stay right there while I get 'em, okay?

[No peeking at where he hides the presents! Even though they're in the very obvious place of his closet.]

[contaeoro]

You have my word. [He laughs, reaching into his own pocket to pull out the box there. He holds it, hidden from view by his fingers.] Should I close my eyes as well?

[immamartillo]

[Firo pauses to try and catch a glimpse at the present Maiza's holding.

Wondering if he's being mocked with that question, he frowns and shakes his head.]

No, just gimme a minute!

[He dashes off into his room and emerges a moment later, holding a package behind his back. Smiling proudly, he holds it out to Maiza as soon as he's within reach. It's rectangular and wrapped rather sloppily in eye-searing red paper.]

[contaeoro]

[He sees you trying to peek there, Firo. He doesn't mind if you do, but all you'll see would be a box. He holds onto it even as Firo returns with his own box, taking the offered gift with a smile.]

Thank you, Firo. And this one is for you.

[immamartillo]

[Firo smiles and accepts the box from Maiza. While his first impulse is to tear it open immediately, he rocks back and forth on his heels and leaves it untouched.]

You can open yours first.

[contaeoro]

You sure? [He smiles, looking around to find a place they can sit down to open their presents.]

[immamartillo]

Yeah!

[He sees Maiza looking around and jerks his head to the side to indicate the living room couch. He plops down on it and watches his friend intently.]

[contaeoro]

[Couches are a good place to open presents. He doesn't plop himself down in the same fashion as Firo, but he chooses a seat close to him and sinks into it appreciatively. It's a comfortable couch and it's a nice atmosphere. By the time he sits down he's managed to (neatly) unwrap the paper, and he pulls out what is inside!]

[immamartillo]

[Firo leans in without thinking as Maiza unwraps the gift. He tried his best to find a new-looking copy of The Wizard of Oz; with everything free in Luceti, it's hard to think of good gift ideas. He bites his lip as he waits for Maiza to say something. The paper's barely off the gift when he gives up.]

So what do you think?

[contaeoro]

[Maiza usually keeps his face constructed carefully, but for today he breaks it into a big smile and holds the book up, gripped tightly in his hand.]

I remember reading this book when it first came out. Always liked it. Thank you, Firo.

[immamartillo]

[Mission accomplished! Firo beams like a kid with candy and sits up straighter to keep from bouncing in his seat. Giving presents to friends--and having them like it--is the best part of Christmas.]

No problem! I'm really glad you like it.

[contaeoro]

I've been wanting to have a book to read anyway. I appreciate it.

[Then he turns to Firo, slightly expectant looking as he glances at the box he handed to Firo.]

[immamartillo]

Oh!

[Still grinning from Maiza's reaction, Firo turns to the present he received. Being the mature adult he is, he resists the urge to give the box a shake; he goes right to yanking the top off, too quickly to pretend he's not dying to see what's inside. He drops the box top on the sofa beside him, then freezes completely when he sees what's inside. Very carefully, cradling it with both hands, he lifts the watch from the box and holds it up to his face to get a better look.]

...Wow.

[contaeoro]

[Maiza is no clocksmith, but he tinkered with it as much as he could to get it to move at a proper pace. It wasn't brand new, but he chose one that looked as nice and presentable as possible. At least the glass isn't scratched.]

You like it?

[immamartillo]

[It could be half smashed and Firo would still love it; the fact it's intact just makes it better.

He stares at the watch a few more ticks of the hands longer before turning to Maiza with a huge smile.]

I-I love it! Thanks, Maiza!

[contaeoro]

[Firo's huge smile makes Maiza's smile stretch wider. He's glad the guy's happy, and reaches over to give him a pat on the shoulder -- not the head. Even if it's his left hand.]

Merry Christmas, Firo.

[immamartillo]

[Firo's too happy to protest his shoulder being patted, or even to notice Maiza's use of his left hand rather than his right.]

Merry Christmas, Maiza.

[He turns back to the watch, handling it gingerly as he tries to balance it on his wrist to clasp it. Afraid of it falling, he holds his other hand over it to keep it in place and glances up at Maiza.]

...Can I put it on?