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SURPRISE

[h2no]

Hey, Magnus! Are ya around? I got somethi-- someone I want ya to meet, when you can!

[it's his beautiful dog boy.]

GASP MY VERY FIRST IC CONTACT

[burlyboy]

Yes, and yes! Who am I meeting?

[ He's excited!

Not because he knows what's going on, but Magnus is generally excited on principle alone! ]

sticks my leggy out

[h2no]

abt 2 do somethin stupid
if i dont live u can have mightyena

[burlyboy]

SCORE

voice, during memswap

[poreiavian]

[ RING. RING.

he better pick up, she's gonna keep calling until he does. ]

[burlyboy]

[ The first thing Loma will hear is the sound of dripping water, then a harried voice saying, ] Is this an emergency call, or do you just really hate it when other people shower?

[ His communicator rang all shower long. Showers are a hallowed time for men like Magnus.

Not because of pampering or anything. He just gets real stinky. ]

christmas gift

[poreiavian]

[ Left on the doorstep is a large cardboard box with a tag on it:

"Dress to impress! Please, Magnus, please..."

In the box is a dark red coat, with a hood and a flowing cape that goes to ankles. Warm and comfortable for the season. And in addition is a pair of silly fake sideburns, because even sideburns must have sideburns to wear. ]

[versusseeker]

[It's a cold day in Snowpoint City when Red decides to use a voice function, but here he is. The feed is quiet static for a long moment. Eventually, a few words, soft, but undeniably firm, come through.]

We need to talk.

[burlyboy]

Yeah. Shoot.

[ He's been expecting this - or calls quite like this, in all honesty. He's pretty sure he's as ready as he can be. ]

voice post timeloopdeloop

[h2no]

[becaUSE THEY'RE FRIENDS AGAIN:] Yo, are you guys doin' okay after all that time bullshit?

[a beat.]

I, uh, could actually use some advice about somethin'. If you're free.

[burlyboy]

Yeah, we're chill.

[ Astoundingly, they're used to it. ]

What's up?

continues to take over this inbox

[h2no]

[LITERALLY LIKE THE MORNING AFTER THE RIOTS:

RING RING]

AS IS RIGHT AND PROPER

[burlyboy]

Yyyyy'ello?

[versusseeker]

ur secret santa assignment
intrsts in thread

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((Ooc: Red will be porting out permanently the day after Christmas, so there will not be a log as planned for the gift exchange. You can, however, assume that he had a small gathering at his house for those interested the Saturday before Christmas. Please feel free to thread your character's exchange in that setting via IC inboxes if you wish!))

voice, backdated...like a week and a half ago

[prayercycles]

[ When Fortunato calls, there's some wariness in his voice. He's already feeling a bit guilty for even asking what he wants to ask- he doesn't like to impose. He'll certainly survive if Magnus has other plans...but it's his best option. ]

Magnus? It- it's me. [ He pauses. ] I have a question.

[burlyboy]

And I have an answer! Probably.

[ You can practically hear his smile. ]

Shoot.

forward dated to 12/25; gift;

[heliophilic]

[On Christmas, Magnus will find a bag on his desk. On the outside of the bag is a tag that reads "Magnus, Merry Christmas" followed by a doodle of a crescent moon wearing a Santa hat.

Inside the bag is a bottle of mead and a giant wooden mug to go with it.

Also inside the bag is a piece of paper reading that a donation of $25 was given in Magnus' name to a nearby animal shelter.

Next to the desk is a giant, comically over-sized mallet. It would make anime characters weep. M didn't attempt to wrap that one.]

[burlyboy]

[ He fucking loves it. Thanks, M! ]

IT'S CANDLENIGHTS!

[hellosirs]

[ Happy Candlenights! Magnus gets a pair of action figures... well, actually it's several action figures that have been carefully Frankenstiened together into rough likenesses of I'Morko and Draug, Magnus's wrestling personas! One figure has a bear head, and the other has a wolf head!

(Next Candlenights, Angus will be good enough at carving to make an accurate likeness out of wood, but this year he had a glue gun and lots of free time!) ]

[burlyboy]

[ Somewhat predictably, Magnus winds up putting them on display because he absolutely fucking loves them... even if that's not so great for his secret identity as Draug. Still! What a good kid. ]

video;

[fireandhoney]

Hey there, I'm your secret Santa. Red gave me your number. I can drop your gift off at your doorstep or we can meet somewhere.

video;

[burlyboy]

Oh yeah? Awesome! I can meet you somewhere if that's easier for you. It's only fair.

link; @God

[justlittle]

[ Magnus may have hung up on ^Graff, but Bean does genuinely want to help with his memory problems. He doesn't want to be obvious about it, though, so he copies Ender's storied username trick and leaves Magnus a message from "God."

It's a link to a playlist of Bluetube videos about possible causes of and treatments for memory loss, and the dangers of concussions. ]

[burlyboy]

[ SUSPICION STEADILY INCREASES...

Magnus tries to send back a video message almost immediately. ]

God? What's this all about? Helllooooooooooo?

OFFLINE.

[melodramagic]

[ On Valentine's Magnus will find on the table at breakfast a small box of homemade chocolates addressed to him (and one for Angus). The note is very obviously Sabrina's handwriting and written inside it says:

I'm sorry I couldn't help retrieve your memories. I hope you'll enjoy these in the meantime.
Happy Valentine's Day! ]

[burlyboy]

[ The sweetest girl!! Sabrina will get a big bear hug the next time he sees her, a warm thank you, and will likely be seen plowing through the box alongside Angus extremely shortly. ]

[video]

[viciousmaukery]

Hey, Magnus, you've got a little more pull here than I do. [And Molly holds up a wedding ring that might look more than a little bit familiar to Magnus.] This just showed up in the mail. I have no idea who it belongs to, and it's not really my size. Anyone lose a wedding ring recently?

[video]

[burlyboy]

Aw, I bet we can find the owner of most things. That's...

[ Suddenly, the easy, ever-present smile drops from his face, his eyes widening. He recognizes that. Or -- he thinks he does. It's almost impossible to recognize the ring as a wedding ring unless you're from a world very much like Magnus'; the ring is made of smooth, varnished wood, with little decorative inlays in it, slightly curved to accommodate a specific finger. Anyone could have that ring. It's plain, just the way they liked it, with a date engraved on the inside. ]

That's -- that's --

[ No. It can't be. It couldn't be. It's a coincidence, just some other person with a wooden ring. ]

Where are you? Are you at home?

backdated to a couple days after dream event!

[h2no]

[a lot has happened in the last few days. archie had wanted to seek magnus out immediately after their shared dream, but it didn't work out. he had too much to do-- then the whole thing with martin happened...

breaking into magnus's house with one arm in a cast isn't easy, and he definitely could've just called the guy but...

archie has one brain cell. one single brain cell. it decided that it wanted to break in and nothing else, and therefore that's what he's doing. it only takes him about three hours!

accosted by uncle jesse and alf, archie flops down onto the floor of magnus's room with a grunt.]

[burlyboy]

Bwuh!

[ Magnus, on the other hand, had been perfectly happy to let anyone who had seen his dream - or encountered June - to come and find him on their own terms. He knows what a punch in the gut it is to have to see the things you've tried so hard to forget and have them dangled in your face, taunted by the power you cannot possibly expect. That shit takes time.

When Magnus flops over to see who's broken into his house - damn, his sleeping passive perception needs work - he looks like a mess, but a predictable one, dark eyemakeup smudged and tracked down his face and using his furred cape as a blanket after evidently coming home from work, stripping down to his skinnies, and then falling face-first into bed without bothering to wash his face. It's decidedly not proper skincare, but sometimes that's just the way it's gotta be. ]

Hhhhhey, Arch. How's it going, buddy?

[ He looks fondly down at his awful, awful guard dogs as they contentedly crawl on top of the man shaped lump on the floor. Which is rude. They'd previously been happy crawling on the man shaped lump on the bed, but Magnus is old news now. ]

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Delivery | December 25

[heliophilic]

[Merry Candlenights, Mags. True to M's form, he's left a rather large package somewhere in Magnus' bedroom, with an equally large doodle of a crescent moon wearing a Santa hat drawn on the side.

Attached to the outside of the box is an envelope that contains a card stating that a $25 donation to The West Virginia Federal Cryptozoological Reserve.

Inside the box is a personal, inflatable ball pit.]

[burlyboy]

[ Thanks, M! He loves it. ]

[monster_san]

[Magnus gets a card with a cute teddy bear. The reverse reads: Thank you for your kindness throughout the last year.]

[burlyboy]

[ he loves it!! and fuu gets a very warm thank you. ]

VIDEO//source: anon//postdate:03.14

[despicableglee]

"It's been a long time, Milgasia."

There's no visuals for this clip at its onset, just the ambient sounds of whistling winds and footsteps preceding the sound of Xellos' greeting and the sounds of surprise from some unknown voices nearby.

"...Yes. It has been a long time," replies a strange, inhuman voice. "I had hoped our paths would never cross again...Beast Master Xellos."

"W-what's going on, Xellos?!" cries a young woman's voice.

"You know this dragon?" exclaims another, a man.

"Yes!" Xellos replies brightly. "But it was a while ago..."

"I haven't seen your face since--"

The audio begins to static and glitch, and some indistinct, pixellated frames pass by in the remaining seconds, all up until the last four or five seconds, where something can actually be seen.



Though their mouths move, the audio remains static and garbled until the clip inevitably ends.

audio

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus doesn't immediately realize who it is. He squints at it for a while before he realizes it's that shit he met flinging fireballs around. Now that guy really got on his nerves.

Beast Master, huh...?

It takes him even longer to scroll through imPort profiles, searching for the one that matches what he just saw. Xellos. He doesn't call until the next day. ]

Hey. Think I got something of yours.

VIDEO//source: anon//postdate:03.15

[adamantlyardent]

And now...a clip that is decidedly less confusing and nefarious!



It's a pleasant view outside an open window, and one can almost smell how fresh and verdant everything is. Perhaps it's a good thing one can't, considering there's a horse down there, and horses smelling as they do...

In any case, there's some formal chatter below in an elvish tongue between a pair of regally dressed elves and one in more travel-hardy garb. The chance to discern any of it gets interrupted by a long, soft sigh in the foreground audio.

"Where are you going, fair stranger?" Cecelia wonders aloud in a murmur. "You should take me with you, show me what good there is to see in the rest of the valley..."

The view withdraws from the window, sweeping around a small, almost closet-sized room. Closet-sized more, perhaps, because of the stack sand stacks of books floor to ceiling it is pillared with, save for the doorway and a pile of pillows in the corner beside the window. After a flop into said corner, the view stabilizes and settles down on a now-open journal with a page of verses half-written.

A freckled hand picks up a quill out of a bottle of ink on the floor.

"If the roads beyond the city are as perilous as they say, then why would you have come so tidy and hale? Are you that marvelous a traveler? Wouldn't that make you an even better candidate to guide me? I want to go somewhere...new." She starts to scratch out some elven script.

"Somewhere fascinating. Where I'm not an awkward blemish amongst the glittering canvas of the masses...somewhere I can be fascinating, too. Do some masterful work, impress everyone, impress Father..." Scratch, scratch, flourish. "See Mother... Take me to find her, stranger. Would you? Consider it...I don't know. Charity, for the les fortunate. I'll pretend to not be offended if you do."

Distantly, a horse snorts, and then begins to clip-clop away. Cecelia sighs.

"Never mind, then."

voice

[burlyboy]

[ Magnus has to give some serious thought as to whether or not he should share that he's seen this. On one hand, it only seems right. On the other hand... he knows Cecelia, and he knows that she might expire spontaneously out of shame right on the spot if he so much as suggests that he's seen it.

What to do, what to do...

It winds up taking him a few days before he gives her a call. It's the right thing to do. It's going to torture her, sure, but it's the right thing to do. ]

Hey, Cecelia?

audio

[adamantlyardent]

Hello, ah...Magnus? It's--well, it tells you who calls you, yes?

[...]

It's...Cecelia. Um.

May I ask a question? About...the gap of time? If that's fine? If it's not, then...I mean, you can just not answer, I suppose. So, I suppose I'll find out eventually.

[...]

...Anyway. Good day.

Re: audio

[burlyboy]

...why would I not answer it? If this is about me being a jackass in the other world, I don't remember a damn thing. 'Fraid I won't be much use to you when it comes to, uh, getting answers about that whole mess.

Reverie

[modormenace]

Between November 12th and the 18th, your character will have a range of unusual experiences. Having not sacrificed at the Duel of Fates, that at least won't be something they have to contend with.

In addition to other strange moments, your character finds themself dwelling on a specific set of numbers. This might occur in unexpected moments or manifestations. They might merely daydream about these digits, or accidentally sign a signature line with the string, or spontaneously enumerate them out loud during a conversation. And of course, they might realize they just distractedly posted the sequence straight to the network. The numbers are always in the same order.

2 1 1 4 6

(As an OOC reminder, please do not pursue the meaning of numerical codes before they are shared in-character!)

New Year's Card

[monster_san]

Happy 2021, Mr. Burnsides!