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[realitymods]

[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

Comments

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

I can't even make a yo-yo string roll up right. You must have some talent for that, then, yeah?

[madamemoiselle]

A yo-yo? Oh, I suppose not, since I don't know what that is.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's like two little circles stuck together with some string and you try to make it go up the string, sorta.

[madamemoiselle]

It's a...toy, then?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah. But it's got a string, see? I can't even handle one of'em.

[madamemoiselle]

{She considers that before she stands, smiling and motioning to the harp}

Well, would you like to try these strings?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He fidgets a bit, eying the big, expensive, delicate looking thing.] Probably not the best idea.

[madamemoiselle]

Nonsense. It'll be fine.

{She takes his hands gently, leading him over to the harp. Diva keeps her hands over his to guide them, but let's him strum the strings for just the sound}

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris is quite nervous and swallows as he plucks as per Diva's guidance.] Uhm, so, uh, like this?

[madamemoiselle]

{And this is actually a euphemism for sex, so... Diva guides his hands carefully, helping him play a simple tune}

Just like that. It's not too hard. It just takes a lot of practice, right?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Diva makes everything sexual. Chris nods, still a bit nervous but gradually relaxing. He just hopes no one ever sees this ever. It's girly and stuff.] Ah, yeah, makes sense. Don't think I'd ever get good at it or nothing.

[madamemoiselle]

{She can't help that she's a ho She draws back after a moment, smiling as she holds his hands in her own cheerfully}

Do you sing, then? Or play any instrument?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Diva gets all the nervous virgins. He's rather flattered that she's holding his hands.]

Uhm, no, not really. I sing with my mates at the pub or at parties, that sorta thing. I'm not any good at it. 'S fun, though.

[madamemoiselle]

{:9 she likes them Aww, that's cute, Chris}

Well, that's what's important, isn't it? Singing and music, it's for having fun, right?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Yeah, it is. Shouldn't be doing anything unless you like it, yeah? Or you have to, I guess. But singing and all that don't really have to be done.

[madamemoiselle]

In that case, what does Chris like to do? As a...ah, a hobby?