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138571 No. 138571 ID: 11f77a

Oh good! You all arrived! Another year brings another special Secret Santa to Alp Daga! I’ll be joined by my husband to help set up this wonderful event. It just so happens that it overlaps one of our chupian holidays in honoring the end of the year our psychopomp goddess--so please excuse the excessive make-up on our faces!

Here are the previous years of gift-giving!
(2016) https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/106091.html
(2017) https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/118595.html
(2018) https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/126663.html
(2019) https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/131539.html
(2020) https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/134434.html
(2021) https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/136526.html

What do you do? You can participate in many ways:

For Quest Authors/Signing-Up
For authors, all you need to do is declare which of your quest characters will partake in this exchange. Include their name and a link to the quest or wiki page. A picture is helpful as well. If posting multiple characters, you must state whether they’re a GROUP or INDIVIDUALS. Once we reach an appointed date, everyone will be randomly assigned their partner.

Alright! This is the fun and important part, so follow carefully! Once a match is made it is your job to write and illustrate what your character would give to their special someone! Perhaps something from their world. Or something personal! Maybe a backscratcher! A mannequin’s head! Perhaps a box of old VHS tapes!
You’re not obligated to have the character respond to a gift received. But the process of your character finding/deciding their partner’s gift is expected. It can be done in one picture, five, ten, animated; doesn’t matter as long as you don’t tire yourselves out! Posting before or after Christmas is no problem either!

Pairings will be made on December 5th. Latecomers will have until the 10th. Names will be posted with spoiler tags to keep things a secret! Have a look through past Secret Santas to get an idea how it works.

For Suggestors
Suggestors may also participate and gift any quest character! Post your idea for a present and who will receive it! Disclamer: it will be up to the author to illustrate their characters accepting the gift. It’s a busy holiday, so they may not have time to respond.

Any character unfortunate to not receive their gift will be compensated by Christmas in July! Sometimes artists need extra time after Christmas and New Years.
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Tapping on the folder, Nickel brings Astrolysis' attention back to the immediately pressing task.
"But what're we even gettin' that cone-neck anyway? Feels like he's kinda hard to get gifts for."

She thinks on it for a moment. What would SHE like to get as a gift?
"What about a BIG KNIFE?"

In a manner of speaking, he already had one.
"No, I think the other Francis would've liked that one more. This Francis already has a sword. It is apparently very attached to him."

Silhouettes of a half-man, half-weapon abomination appeared in Astrolysis' mind.
"So like... he's got a sword for an arm?"
If so, she just HAD to challenge him to a fight. Their battle would be legendary!

"No. The sword has a personality and would likely reject any other weapons given to him."
Astrolysis deflates, previous delusions of grand combat dissipating into a disappointing image of a familiar nuisance.
"So like that slimy freak who can turn into a scarf."

And much like a vampire, the mere mention of the individual in question invites ill portents. Wait, is that how vampires work again?
"Did someone mention meeeeee~?"

The two gift-givers nearly jump out of their seat, seeing the accursed purple wench intrude on their private sanctuary.

"We don't have anything to say to you!"
How could such a being exist? No smell, constantly changing form...
It wasn't like a person that you could identify, got to understand over time. Truly, something otherworldly and unpleasant.

Astrolysis stands, reaching for a sword that wasn't there. Oh right. That had been confiscated in advance, in case she got any funny ideas. It wouldn't be right having to pay exorbitant furniture replacement fees in this season.
"I'm going to cut you into bits if you don't leave."

She of course, still had her claws.
The purple wench is unaffected by the threat, likely owing to her perceived intangibility.
"Ohohoho, don't worry, I'm not here to fight, I'm here to help you with the gift since you seem to be having so much trouble!"

Their fur bristles at the thought of her intervention. But they ultimately had different ideas as to what was necessary.
"We don't need your help. We can do this ourselves."
With gritted teeth, the little sniper disagrees.
"She makes a good point, Astrolysis. It's true - the purple monster is more informed than us when it comes to the matters of the heart."

Astrolysis scowls. Why did everything have to be so complicated? It would be so much more convenient if a gift exchange as as simple as exchanging blows.
"But do we have to listen to her? Anyone with that kind of scent around them ain't worth trusting."

"Our odds of success are lower if we do not consult with her on this idea. This is a necessary sacrifice."
Astrolysis looks as if she wants to say something but sits back into her chair forcefully, almost snapping its legs.

"Fine. She can stay. but if she tries something weird, I'm stabbing her."
The purple weirdo seems elated.
"I'm looking forward to it!"

Hopefully it wasn't going to be too long of an evening.
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With the snake invited into the flow of things, she hovers outside of stabbing distance as she cranes her neck to look over the gathered material.
She leans in, a glint in her eye.

"Well what's his deal? Skillset? Any loved ones?"
Just as if you were to plan out an assassination, understanding your 'victim' is key to a successful gift-giving exchange.

"He's a skilled swordsman with the ability to see the future, an artefact that lets him form devices and constructs out of light itself and a talking sword."

Truly, a staggering array of skills. If only he had a better work ethic!
"Oh, a talking sword? That gives me ideas for later, but as someone who's spent some time as a talking accessory, I'm sure I can provide some insight into what a good gift would be."

From one shapeshifting object-person to another, there was no question that Amica was an excellent advisor... right?

The ideas started flowing, just like how she flows over countertops.
"So how about a holster? Being... tied up, all nice and slug while someone lugs you around, I'm sure that would be exciting for some people and comfy too!"

"No. His weapon has many forms, so one holster would be ill-suited for his purposes. Besides, it is intended as a gift for Francis, not his allies. We would be missing the point otherwise."

Oh. A complication!
She ponders for a second.
"Oh! I know what would be the best gift in this case!"

Amica laughs, her crimson teeth glistening under the dim room lights.
"You know... being covered in oil and given a full-body rubdown, I'm sure that some individuals would deeply appreciate that. After all, if there's one thing Site 70 is known for, it's taking proper care of our tools, right?"

She makes a most curious gesture, one which neither of her audience members really understood.

Astrolysis and Nickel look toward each other, processing the idea.
"She makes a good point. To take care of your tools or friends is something anyone can appreciate - and is enough of an activity that it doesn't qualify as mere work."

"Yeah. And I know where to get some of that stuff myself. Dunno if they've got stuff of the same quality we've got, so I could put something together.

A nodding of heads. A good idea. This wasn't a waste of time. Sufficient.
"This works. Let's be off and find the requisite supplies, Astro."

"Mmkay. Let's go. 'Preciate it, gooey freak."

The two depart, on an adventure of their own to look for adequate reciprocity.
The slithering pile of nanomachines grins, knowing that she in fact, did a good job.
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And after much tribulation... the task is complete.
Some of the finest oils and lubricants that any carbon-based object could appreciate, magical or scientific in nature. A fancy bottle to keep it all in, too.
A resilient whetstone of proper carry size and caliber!
And of course, the leather strop you'll be using to wipe off all the mess at the very end. If things prove too wet and slippery, it should still be no problem for a skilled adventurer as dear Francis.

I'm sure there's no other implications that this toolset could provide. But maybe it's something familiar for our dear recipient, considering his past career in the hugging industry.

The duo have already sent it through the mail. Hopefully it all ends up in the right place.
Merry Winterholidaymas, Francis and Friends! From the clones over at Site 70.
No. 138778 ID: ca2950
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Keimi is horrified by the corpse in the road. Obviously in an advanced state of decay. Who could have so brutally mangled this creature in the state its currently in? So pitiful. So pathetic. No light of life or intelligence in its dead, empty eyes.

Truly a terrible thing to see.

Alex: "I'm calling the cops!"
No. 138781 ID: 681cb5
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Bones collected from the most fearsome of beasts…
No. 138782 ID: 681cb5
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Essence from our mightiest hunters…
No. 138783 ID: 681cb5
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Bound together by the will of the very gods themselves…
No. 138784 ID: 681cb5
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:MaphetLAV: …and add some gold and you’ll get this lovely little charm, all for you Eudora, my dear. It will fit well as both an amulet to be worn around your neck, a bracer fasten around your wrist, a brooch or maybe even as a lucky charm. Oh, it is also a possible gift for your significant other, so they may remember you when you are away, hmm?

:MaphetLAV: As a symbol that is representing you, a substitute if you will, that has been blessed by the very goddess of Change and Cultivation, Ptamet, this is far more than just a pretty trinket. When you decide to change your form and this bauble is nearby, Ptamet will send you her aid and allow your new form to be even better than ever before, be it stronger, faster, harder or even fluffier! It also has the side effect of making you more attractive to your peers and more fertile, but as you don’t seem interested in that… May her grace allow you to continue to grow and become ever more skilled, Eudora the Scarab.

:MaphetLAV: Just… um… ignore any whispers you might hear from the souls imprisoned inside it. *Cough* …did I mention that the eyes are real rubies?

As a cold wind blows past the small charm, rustling it in Maphet grip, it is almost as if there’s an barely audible voice whispering, ”…show me your tits…”
No. 138785 ID: 681cb5
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:PesiLAV: A-are y-you sure t-this was for m-me!?
:MaphetLAV: Of course, dear. After all, this Hoth koko drink was clearly intended for me… and you know that black isn’t my color.
:PesiLAV: But d-do I really n-need to wear it r-right now!? I’m f-freezing my ass o-off!
:MaphetLAV: Pesi, dear, we need to show how grateful we are for these fine gift we received from the ever lovely Jynn Kara. You don’t want to disappoint our partner in this Sand Claws ritual, do you? Mmm… this is an amazing drink by the way, Jynn… you have to show me how I can make some of my own back home.
:PesiLAV: *Shudder*
:MaphetLAV: Let me just express my eternal gratitude, Jynn, we will remember your charity always.
:PesiLAV: Shouldn’t y-you have at least g-gotten us something a bit w-warmer!? T-this white sand is f-freezing!
:MaphetLAV: …alright, Pesi, you may go and change into something warmer. You’re scaring away all the other guests of this little get together… after all, I need to find someone that can summon this Sand Claws… and maybe form a party to see if we can take that eldritch being down… it’s bound to have some epic loot on it…
No. 138786 ID: 9ea24b
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The plan is working beautifully. Olivia stays completely still apart from pogging out of her mind.
No. 138787 ID: 9ea24b
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Alex summons one of the hosts who ignores the cloth moth robbery taking place to instead consider Olivia with a critical eye. Pretty stoic guy, as far as John, who's concealed himself behind a pillar, can tell.

"She's breathing and I can smell the punch." he grunts.

"I'm very pitiful." Olivia whispers, with a wink.
No. 138790 ID: 629f2e
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Francis: “Do either of you know anything about clothing?”

The description of his giftee claimed that they were a seamstress, and thus clothing seemed the obvious place to start. Perhaps she’d be interested in styles from another world?

Lilith: “My only interaction with clothes is when they get in the way of cutting through flesh.”
Lilith: “Actually, that’s not totally true. I had this one wielder like 80 years before I got trapped in that spire who had taken a Vow of Pacifism.
Francis: “Really? That seems like something you’d hate.”
Lilith: “Nah, we still fought plenty. Gal would just shred her opponent’s clothes or shave the fur off their intimates to make ‘em surrender.”
Lilith: “Turns out, most people don’t like fighting with all their bits hanging out.”
Lilith: “...Except for some [WILD]-kin. A lot of ‘em actually prefer it.”
Judith: “That partner of which you speak. Was their name, perhaps, Laney?
Lilith: “Huh? Yeah, how’d you know?”
Judith: “Laney, The Knight of Peace. I can’t speak for present-day common knowledge, but she was a hero of legend right before the spire claimed myself.”

She turns to Francis for his input. He shakes his head, as he had never heard of her. Tough to say whether that was lackluster education on his part, or her story simply fading from public knowledge over time.

Francis: “...Wait, we’re getting a bit off topic, aren’t we?”
Judith: “To answer the original question, I do have some knowledge about clothing.”
Judith: “Without knowing the history of the tailor’s world though, I can’t know if anything we send would impress her.”
Francis: “Right... I guess we should go with something else then.”
Judith: “Perhaps some magical artifacts to compliment the marvelous lens she uses? I know the location of some that were buried within a few days' travel from here.”
Lilith: “Treasure hunt quest?”
Francis: “No.”
Lilith: “You are the KING of NO FUN!”
Francis: “The lens was mentioned as something private. Giving a gift that tells her we know about it would probably just embarrass her.”

He rereads the description for confirmation. “Has a magical lens with a variety of sight filters, several of which are helpful to her craft. Keeps the utility a secret, as the X-Ray filter could make her seem like a pervert.”

It seemed strange to mention at all, but it was probably to prevent anyone from giving her something she already had. Perhaps magical monocles are common gifts for seamstresses?

Judith: “The Lethargic Lizard raises a decent point.”
Francis: “...Oh!”
Judith: “Oh?”
Francis: “I just thought of something while rereading this. I think I know what to get her.”
Lilith: “Will it be difficult to get?”
Francis: “Not really.”

She sighs, shifting into a toilet plunger to reflect her mood. Francis pets her gently, eliciting purrs.

Francis: “I did promise you a spar for helping, didn’t I? Maybe we can visit Millie on our way to the market?”

That perks her up. In the end, she’s the one rushing him out the door.
No. 138791 ID: 629f2e
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After a nice match and a visit to the local market, Francis had achieved all of his goals. His friend Millie had put up a nice enough fight to satisfy Lilith, he didn’t forget to pick up something for dinner, and he found the perfect Cookbook while looking around.

Lilith: “I still think it’s a little basic.”
Francis: “Maybe, but I think she’ll like it. Isn’t that what matters most? She likes good food, and now she’ll have recipes to make more at home.”
Judith: “What style of cooking did you pick out?”
Francis: “I wasn’t sure what her favorite was, but this was written by a chef who traveled to a lot of different places. It should be pretty varied, I think.”

He wraps the gift up with a bow, and then takes the tickets he was given with the initial letter.

Francis: “Do either of you want to come to the festival with me?”
Judith: “Hmm, as fun as it would be, I think it’s best I avoid other realities. There’s a chance that I might be there already, which would be awkward.”
Francis: “That makes sense. I don’t really understand it, but I’m sure it does.”
Lilith: “I’d better tag along, just in case you run into anyone really strong there.”
Francis: “...I really thought fighting Millie would have sated you for longer.”
Lilith: “Oh it did, I feel waaaaaay better now. Doesn’t mean I’ll turn down an opportunity to fight again though.”
Francis: “Fair enough.”

Francis tears two tickets, opening a portal to another plane. Lilith shifts into a parasol to block the snow, as Francis carries her and his present towards the festival.

Merry Christmas to Saiorse of Clothing Repair! Francis really hopes you enjoy your Cookbook, featuring delicacies from all throughout the land of Curio.
No. 138794 ID: a7a180
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Ish delishus! Thanksh Eudora! Yu're sho shweet... Letsh go shopping t'gther agin shometime.
No. 138795 ID: 9b127b
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Chinzebeth: "To the esteemed Elder stone who I assume is already bowing in my presence beneath my sight I present you on behalf of my world of Beta-Earatone a miniaturized Veldfield Starship fitting of any true authority, in the unlikely chance you aren't already in my presence I have placed it in this protective glass shield that only your kind can access, may it serve you and your people well."
No. 138800 ID: ca2950
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Keimi: "I don't want to deal with weird, stalker, insurance fraud, tourist scammers or whatever this is. Let's go find our gift people and get ourselves a weird alien artifact."

Keimi storms off, leaving Olivia to wallow in self-pity, cheap hooch and road slush.
No. 138801 ID: 9ea24b
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John jumps out in front of Keimi to stop her from fleeing. "Don't you see? This is your gi-"
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Keimi reacts to this with her honed monster fighting techniques.
No. 138805 ID: 9b127b
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A bell rings as a shutter lifts

Xiatsu: "The holiday trading post is now open! As a reminder moths are still banded to to prior issues we will not mention. otherwise all trades are welcome!"

* * *

Xiatsu:"I would now like to begin with the winner of the trading post's holiday raffle!"

Xiatsu dips a hand into a jar filled with bits of paper

Xiatsu: "Ah! the winner is . . . Olivia and John! Congratulations! you have won this wonderful festive latern! please collect it at your earliest convenience!"
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Abdle: "Our target is finally made her grand entrance, now is our time to give her a fitting gift. What are you even doing?!"
No. 138807 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie: "I am just looking at the great feast, I wonder just how many living beings were slaughtered in order to satisfy the gelatinous appetites. I just want to see all of them choke on what they eat."
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Abdle: "Oh great is this what you will be obsessed with this month? I swear to the hellfires that you are willing to do anything rather than help me with my plans."
No. 138809 ID: dc13c4
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Abdle: "Yes yes, our troops finally got my message and are starting to get into position. It is time to impress the unimpressible!"
No. 138810 ID: dc13c4
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Narrator: "Out of nowhere a group of trumpet-playing goblins started to produce what could be called a dramatical entrance piece."

No. 138811 ID: dc13c4
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Goblin Noble: "We the negotiation diligences come to this merry city bearing a gift for the illustrious and kind, her majesty Queen Chinzebeth the seventh. May her rain last for a long and prosperous time!"
No. 138812 ID: dc13c4
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Goblin Noble: "We also represent the ruling house, we are the servants of Bobbie the queen of monsters, and her demonic apple Abdle."

No. 138813 ID: dc13c4
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Goblin Noble: "Jester do the honors and unfold the red carpet."

Jester Goblin: "With pleasure!"
No. 138814 ID: dc13c4
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Narrator: "The red carpet started rolling towards Chinzebeth."
No. 138815 ID: dc13c4
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Narrator: "Only problem is that some filthy present was laying on the route where the red carpet was unfolding. Well, what can you do, other than to improvise. Things like this tend to happen."
No. 138816 ID: dc13c4
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Narrator: "As the goblin maiden threw confetti, she managed to accidentally step on the wolf thing and it made a sound. It is up to you readers to choose what sound he made. There are some possible choices underneath"

Pain voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJyNWvIoPyc&ab_channel=Trickytheclown
Realization voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szHL15o6nPE&ab_channel=Dabathhouse
Poetic voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_iNK9U07yw&ab_channel=Sarojam
Freedom voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzCn-G18RTA&ab_channel=SoundEFFECTS%E2%9D%B6
Lois voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Skm2qB_fio&ab_channel=PrangMantis
Toy voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGi2v_OOs_w&ab_channel=RocioAlvear
No. 138817 ID: dc13c4
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Goblin Noble: "May I present to you this magical jester staff that can see things in your future. I hope this gift helps you while you rule."
No. 138824 ID: a7a180
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A daring moth sneaks in under the table to leave an apology gift and a note for the storekeeper!
Dear Xiatsu,
I do apologize for my behavior with Eudora earlier! I can sometimes make very poor decisions when I'm hungry. To make up for it, I've knitted these claw mittens for you from the Chupian yarn I received. I've added a personal touch to them as well. I hope they are warm and comfy for you.
-Tineola Fidgetwing

No. 138825 ID: 9b127b
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one of queen Chinzebeth's many servants collect the rod and hand it to her.

Chinzebeth:"Your respect and show of adoration will not be forgotten you have earned an ally I think with such a find gift too our person. Indeed I was in need of a new scepter and this one's qualities seem most exciting.
I am pleased this day, thank you.[/i]
No. 138828 ID: 9ea24b
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No. 138829 ID: dc13c4

I see you have chosen the correct answer
No. 138830 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie: "I am glad that you like the gift and if I may add you truly dress as royalty. As for myself, I could say that I was part of two kingdoms but both of them last the splendor which you possess."

Abdle: "We are more of a rising power, still kinda lacking in the power part but are yet finished with our growth."
No. 138831 ID: dc13c4
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Bobbie: "But the main reason why we wanted to gift you with such extravagance is to form a possible alliance with your kingdom."

Abdle: "I mean it is kinda impossible to be a person in a position of power widout attracting some people who want to see you fall. Our only problem is that we kinda created more enemies than friends on our climb toward greatness."
No. 138833 ID: a7a180
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While I appreciate the concern, I assure you we are well out of the splash zone of messy eaters. Our host has graciously brought some snacks over to us instead.
I should ask Jaina what exactly happened at that party, usually she's the more sensible sibling of the bunch...
No. 138834 ID: a7a180
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*One size-changing spell later…*
Wow, thanks, your sister’s magic is very powerful! She must have a strong connection with the F- er, your gods. Why yes, the outfit does look very nice on her. What am I doing later? Nothing much, why do you need to…
-Oh! A package for me? R-right over here!
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You have no idea how Temmie comes up with half of the things she does.

Of course you agreed to take part in her gift exchange, and of course you were paired with people that didn’t exist. You’ve gotta give Temmie credit on how fleshed out she made your giftees though, the page she’d tossed at you was very well-written. You wouldn’t have expected her to write about Clone Super Soldiers of all things. Seems very off-theme for her.

It was nice of her to give you all of this to work with, but you almost wish she hadn’t. There’s a sense of Obligation weighing you down now to get something fitting for these two. It’s stupid, considering these aren’t real people, but then you consider that Temmie is real. You don’t want to make her feel like you aren’t respecting her game, do you?

Of course not. You agreed to participate, so you have to play along.

Still, you have two people to find a gift for, and you can’t even come up with something that’d make one of them happy. As much as you hate to admit it, you need help. There’s no way you’re going to make the time limit otherwise, what with you only having a day.

Luckily for you, there is someone you could ask. You older brother, Saihu!

He’s always someone you can rely on, though you tend to feel bad when you do. You’re taking up more of his time, and he’s already helped you plenty before. Even if he says you aren’t bothering him, he could just be saying that to be polite...

You nearly wear down your socks pacing around your room anxiously. You can’t waffle on the decision forever though, as you simply don’t have time. In the end, you ask for his help.

His immediate response to your giftee’s information is... predictable for him.

Saihu: “Nickel is definitely a Capricorn, and I read Astrolysis as an Aries, possibly a Saggitarius.
Julong: “D-Does that give you any ideas on what they might like...?”
Saihu: “It tells us many things about them... but um, not that exactly.”

You sigh. He quickly pats you on the shoulder resassuringly.

Saihu: “It’s okay! We can figure something out together. There’s plenty to work with here. Temmie must have put a lot of thought into these.”
Julong: “You know her, she’s really creative... Her fortunes still give me shivers.”
Saihu: “She never did tell me her divination methods... She’s such a Pisces, and I’m sure about that one since we know her birthday is–”
Saihu: “Wait... Eureka! I had an idea!”
Julong: “You did? What!?”
Saihu: “Chew Toy!
Julong: “...Huh?”

Without explanation, he rushes out of the room. You chase in hot pursuit, yet he’s already pulled down the attic stairs by the time you catch up. You follow him up into the musty room, as he explains his thoughts.

Saihu: “I checked some of the old boxes here last month looking for our telescope, and I remember one of them containing a bunch of old dog stuff.”
Julong: “But neither of the sheets made it sound like they had pets.”
Saihu: “True, but Astrolysis’ description made her sound like a Big Dog. Hairy, likes to roughhouse, friendly, undiscerning flavor palate, limited sight...”
Julong: “Limited sight?”
Saihu: “She’s blind, and dogs are colorblind. It connects!”

Saihu pulls over a box and flips it open. He quickly pulls out a blue cartoon-bone shaped rubbery chew toy. He squeezes it a few times, remarking on its firmness.

Julong: “I... You do have a point. Do you think Temmie will agree with that? I don’t want to misinterpret the characters and upset her.”
Saihu: “Well, what do you think? If you think it’s bad, we can try something else.”

Good question. Astrolysis is definitely more fleshed out than a simple pet, that much you’re sure about. Treating her like a dog wouldn’t be correct. However, in terms of whether or not she’d actually like the chew toy...

Julong: “...Maybe she really would. What about Nickel though? I’m supposed to get something they could both like.”
Saihu: “Hmm, she’s tougher. What does she really enjoy, besides doing her job well?”
Julong: “Well, she’s sort of friends with Astrolysis, but they have really different tastes. Still, they spend time with each other, so there has to be some common ground...”

You run your hand across your leg in circles, processing those facts. Suddenly, one thought rams to the front of your mind. You dig through the box Saihu dragged over and pull out a Collar and Leash, as well as a Tennis Ball. An idea had struck you.

Julong: “Maybe some things they could do together?”
Saihu: “That could work. Why don’t we just dump all the non-dog stuff out of this box and just wrap it up?”
Julong: “Is mom okay with that?”
Saihu: “We can ask during dinner. Before that, let’s find where she keeps the wrapping paper...”
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You didn’t need to explain the whole situation with Temmie, mom simply agreed to let you take the box as there was nothing in it she needed.

Saihu: “Do you need help bringing this over to her? I think I can carry it myself if you–”
Julong: “Actually, she told me I was supposed to put it in a circle of salt somewhere.”
Saihu: “...Oh.”
Julong: “Yeah... I’ll indulge her, but when it’s still there I’m just going to give it to her at school tomorrow.”
Julong: “Assuming we still have classes...”
Saihu: “...Right, they haven’t found Lemmy yet, have they?”

There was just one catastrophe after another this week. First Rodney, Phillip, and Jhonen Graduate; then Lemmy Vanishes without a trace; and just today JoJo apparently ended up in the Hospital! You visited her after class to try and check up on her, but she didn’t have much to say beyond a few jabs at your appearance.

Julong: “Some of the younger kids keep coming to me for answers, but nobody’s told me anything. I don’t know any more than they do. I’m no help to anyone right now...”
Saihu: “Hey, that’s not your fault. It’s not your fault they aren’t giving you what you need to help kids feel safe.”
Julong: “I know... But I wish I could do more. Anything.

He holds up the freshly wrapped box, nudging you with it.

Saihu: “This counts as something, doesn’t it?”
Julong: “...Barely.”
Saihu: “Barely counts still means it counts though, right?”

You take the box, smiling softly.

Julong: “...It’s a start.”
Julong: “I want to talk to Mrs. Chamberlane tomorrow. Maybe she can tell me something I can relay to the others to help ease tensions.”
Saihu: “If you need help, you can always send more kids to me. Y’know, just a few, not ALL of them.”
Saihu: “I think Enid found some appreciation for meditation at least. She really needed it...”
Julong: “I’ll try to check up on her tomorrow too, see if she’s feeling better.”

You part ways for the night. The last thing you do is set the box on your desk, and pour a thin circle of salt around it. Hopefully mom wouldn’t notice such a small amount missing.

Soon afterwards you fall asleep, dreaming of a fantastical festival filled with strange yet friendly beings, fun activities and offerings, and so much snow...

Despite the actual date, you find a small touch of the holiday spirit in your dreams...
No. 138843 ID: 629f2e
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Pascoe: “Wrapped box, circle of salt... Yep, this is it.”

The avian postal worker collects the large box, placing a smaller box in its place. He takes it to the open window where his team is waiting.

Pilot: “Find it easily?”
Pascoe: “Almost immediately. Temmie’s directions were very clear.”
Ecoa: “Pass it down, and then let’s go already. We don’t want to be late.”
Pascoe: “I-I know, I know...”
Ecoa: “Again.
Pascoe: “I said I was sorry!”

Merry Christmas to Nickel and Astrolysis of Last Trace! Julong really just hopes you aren’t offended by the Dog Toys he gave you. The box includes chew toys, collars and leashes (at least one big enough to fit around Astrolysis’ neck if you dare), tennis balls, and even some nice thick rope toys.
No. 138855 ID: 9ea24b
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Olivia is tired of lying in the cold slush and being occasionally trampled on. She leaves John the task of explaining their experiential gift and heads to Xiatsu's storefront to pick up their prize, a lovely festive lamp. Beautiful items are almost nonexistent where she's from and beautiful flammable items are an extinct species. Olivia thanks Xiatsu and goes back to the karaoke building to warm up.
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Saiorse: Wow, I didn't realize the appeal of such a niche market!
Gena: Sounds more like the niche market is your whole market over there.
Gena: Though we've got instant communication for easy access to subgroups and content all around the globe
Saiorse: Globe?
Saiorse: Wait, the material plane isn't flat?!
Saiorse: That's what plane means!
Gena: Oh no, you're a flat faunian, criiiiinge

A buzzing can be heard coming from Gena's pants, she holds a hand up to Saoirse as she pulls out her COMM. The notification reads PRESENT TIME.

Gena: OOH, Gotta go, byeeeeeeeeeeeee
No. 138858 ID: 87e33c
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> Gena receives the FORMICAN FORCE FIVE stationary kit
Gena: Your secret is safe with me Oh-Great-Elder-Sama!
Gena: I go through probably too many glitter pens for my adoring internet fans!
Gena: Or uh, used to, before the whole apocalypse thing.
Gena: Now I just go through the normal amount.

She takes a seat next to Elder Stone and promptly places the most edgy looking sticker on the backside of her COMM. She also discreetly measuring her with the ruler out of sheer curiosity. She then pulls open her pocket a comically large distance, and puts the rest of the contents inside.

Gena loved her present, thanks Elder Stone (and Giant Hat too!)
Have a happy Holidays!

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Gena gets up, bows to the elder, and waddles off past the food table to another table, one she is physically labeling as the [PRESENT DEPOSITORY TABLE] using her new glitter pens.

Gena: It is time....
Gena: To write a very glittery present note!

She pulls open her comically large pocket and digs around in it for a moment before pulling out a tote-bag covered in hearts, trees, and bells, its contents containing one rolled up poster in a tube, and a moderately sized wrapped box. She then pulls out the other glitter pen and some stationary with her face on the bottom right hand corner.


Hi, happy space christmas!! ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

I dunno if you're safe now, your included infodump didn't have that information, but hope that you are! otherwise this present will be kind of pointless!!! (◞д◟)

You already have superpowers and I can't really give you anything cooler than telekinesis, really. BUT I'LL STILL INCLUDE THIS DINKY RING!! ♪o<( ´∀`)っ

It's an inter-spatial ring that can hold around half a cubic meter of stuff in it, we have way too many of them at this point from dungeon dives and honestly it's the most boring part of the gift, sorry. (✿◡‿◡)

The real gift is the poster and boxset for the Wanomated adaptation of SPACE WORMS (in space!) (tm). It's a spinoff of a reboot of a really old franchise called BRAIN WORMS. SPACE WORMS is about this alien planet that was discovered that had space worms on it that burrowed into people's belly buttons and then bursted out into larger, more adaptable big worm things that sometimes grew arms and big teeth and other cool stuff! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

The CGI for the monsters is laughably bad until the second season, but that just makes it funny instead. It's not over-acted and the voice actors really get in the zone so it's easy to suspend your disbelief. There's like 69 episodes (heh) of the show and it actually has an ending! Also included is the original live action movie, but I thought it wasn't as cool as the Wanomated version. (-‿◦)

OH, and the poster tube has like 3 posters, one of me and my pals cosplaying as the characters we did for one Hallow's Night. The other is an official signed poster of RIP-LAY, the protagonist, signed by both the voice actress and the original actor, and the other is of the alien worm! (๑✧∀✧๑)

I hope you like it!

Have a happy holiday Sarah (June Quest) Hanchett!!
Hope you like it Anon44!!

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Xiatsu: "Oh! some warm mits for my claws, how kind of this Tineola woman, I'm not sure I understand most of this message but she seems to be making amends."
No. 138865 ID: a7a180
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Ah, such... Warm memories.
No. 138867 ID: 11f77a
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Cybil: Hello Xiatsu! Sibbs here. I’ve gotten the message that I’m your secret santa this year. I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it to Alp Daga--as I’m currently trying to escape a tripod prison takeover on one of those asteroid colonies.

Cybil: You know how it is.

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Cybil: Anyhoo. I’m attaching your gift to this drone to deliver to you--as well as sending out a distress signal so we could get some back-up from the Vaal-Gaar Assembly.

Cybil: The tripods have already broken into the ‘leg room’. The south wing has been blown open and jettisoned all the rations into space. And all the gortians had their faces revealed. And may have also jettisoned into space.


Mob: In here! She’s in here!!

Cybil: They’re at my door right now. I only have two shock pellets, an assortment of sterilized silly straws, and a #1 Prison Warden coffee mug to fend myself.

Cybil: Oh! And for you I’m sending a Jade Hairpin of my design ♥ I’ve been crafting in-between inventions. Kind of therapeutic.

Cybil: Well it’s not really jade... it’s a blue jade I guess. Some blue rock.

Cybil: And it lights up. There's a tiny switch.

Cybil: Byeeeee!
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Cybil: HYAAAH!



No. 138879 ID: a7a180
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Incredible! My eternal gratitude to you, tallman. I never expected such generosity towards my humbled people. Please, allow me to kiss your ring.
No. 138880 ID: a7a180
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At last, our people will travel the stars again! Ohoho, just wait 'til Styx hears about this. Ah, it's still a tight fit for us.
No. 138881 ID: a7a180
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...Now er, how do I get it out of the bottle?
No. 138896 ID: 629f2e
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“...That’s a good moan, right? You like it?”

Lilith was trembling with a surprising amount of excitement as Francis ran her blade across the whetstone.

“Good... Very good...”

“I’ll be sure to thank Nickel and Astrolysis then.”

“Oooh, you should thank them by challenging them to a fight! I need to use this sharpness against someone!”

He thinks back on what little he’d managed to find out about his gifters by asking around.

“...I think Astrolysis might like that actually. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to send a duel request through the mail.”

No. 138901 ID: 1015ea
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And soon, through the series of tubes and pipes travelling between multiple dimensional vortices, arrives a little supply drop for our odd-eyed duo.
Like a pair of lions devouring their meal, their hands and claws dig through the layers of wrapping paper with the force of a spoon inserted into an eye socket.

Oh, how wondrous! A pair of gifts for the two of them!
A restraining device for Nickel, for use against larger opponents. Though the cord and grip are a bit unusual, its resistance to tearing will surely make it an effective tool against even the rowdiest of opponents.

And for Astrolysis - a Jaw Strength Tester, in a morbid shape! Truly a gift well suited for someone fond of kinetic experiences!
The squeaks echo out throughout the halls of the facility.
Is it supposed to squeak?
...Well, it sure does now!

Just look at how excited the two are, showing their new gifts off to their fellow clones! Even if it wasn't a weapon, the two of them both got something just as entertaining as one!
No. 138902 ID: 1015ea
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But one gift remained unopened until now. The other two gifts, it was quickly apparent which belonged to which. But this final one remained a mystery - a wrapped sphere. If mysteries could be anything, then this orb was surely omnipotent.

Upon unwrapping the fuzzy sphere, it apparently revealed that...
The inside was solid.

Perhaps this was just a really strange fruit?

Sure, maybe a nerd over on the other side of the facility said something to the effect of, 'Astrolysis, that's sports equipment, you shouldn't eat it', but what kind of sports equipment is covered in fuzz and bright colors like that? It has to be some strange exotic fruit!
There was a brief duel. But it seems hunger spurred one on to fighter smarter, harder than the other.

With the fight concluded, immediately, Astrolysis started eating the skin off of the fruit.

"So? What's it taste like?", asked her smaller companion.

"Tastes kinda funny. Like I'm eating someone's pelt."
Gee. If anyone else was around to witness this, they'd see a lot wrong with what they're doing. Good thing nobody can see this though, right?

Either way...
Much thanks for the gifts, O children from another world! You've made two clones very happy on this fine wintery day.
No. 138903 ID: 681cb5
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Merry Capitalism Day and a Happy new Year, Questers!

(And all hail Sexy Stargazer, our lord and Savior!)
No. 138911 ID: 9b127b
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Xiatsu:"though I am not sure the nature of the danger, I hope this woman is alright. the hair pin is very lovely I'll have to spend some time matching outfits to it's pretty colors!"
No. 138917 ID: b066d7

Sorry for the crazy delay, life got in the way but the gift is coming!
No. 138919 ID: 681cb5
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”Icaro: While I do agree the pin is lovely, it pales in comparison to the lovely lady it was gifted to.”

Xiatsu quickly spins around, as there is suddenly a man standing behind her in the shop, having appeared as if from nowhere. The Scorpion was sure she was alone, so she’s slightly confused how this… um… lizard… fish… thingy manage to get inside without her noticing.

”Xiatsu: Huh? How did you get here? Who are you?”

The man smiles broadly as he gives her a slight bow.

”Icaro: Let me introduce myself… I’m but a humble warrior of the Volin people, the slayer the colossal desert wyrm, the hero in the battle against the mechanical hordes and the one who led my people through the endless sea of dust and grime into the garden of the gods… you may call me Icaro, Icaro the Hunter. You have to forgive me, my pretty little flower, but when I saw those beautiful eyes of yours glitter like black pearls in the sunlight I shouldn’t help but be enthralled by your magnificence.”

Gently taking the Scorpion’s hand, Icaro guides it towards his snout and gives it a tender kiss, before revealing a large bouquet of roses that he had hidden behind him.

”Icaro: And thus I come bearing a gift, a bouquet of flowers nearly as beautiful as yourself but just as dangerous underneath said beauty, in hope that I may enjoy your fascinating presence just a little while longer this evening… maybe over dinner?”
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A cookbook! It's lovely! There are so many new foods to try. He really knows what's good in life.

Thank you, Francis!
No. 138941 ID: dc13c4

It is ok, in my country Christmas was celebrated yesterday.
No. 138946 ID: b90810
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Aww, don’t panic, sweetie, that’s snow. It’s what happens when rain gets cold and start freezing. Happens a lot in northern climates like this during cold season. Have you never heard of it before?

Oh, you must be that little servant girl we were told about! They said you’d come through here to participate in the gift-giving.

Thank you for coming over for the Secret Santa! It always makes me happy when someone so young wants to give a present to someone they don’t yet know. Come over, darling, I’ll give you a nice pair of socks to cover your feet and get acquianted with our village.

And feel free to take part in the holiday feast. For the duration of the festivities, all food is free!
No. 138947 ID: b90810
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No. 138948 ID: b90810
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*Ñam Ñam Ñam Ñam*
No. 138949 ID: b90810
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No. 138950 ID: b90810
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*Ñam Ñam Ñam Ñam*
No. 138951 ID: b90810
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Louie has lost 3 Fear.
No. 138952 ID: b90810
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*Ñom Ñom Ñom Ñom*

Oh, right,

No. 138953 ID: b90810
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Hey, there you are! Sorry I took so long, miss. I was having so much fun I lost track of what I was doing.

I was told by, uh, a friend to come over with something special for, and I’m so glad I did! I never get to go outside the mountain, let alone hang out so many cool and weird people. Err, no offense, miss. You really do look cool.

I don’t have much, but scrounged up what I could that might mean something to you. I really hope you like it.
No. 138954 ID: b90810
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I was told you had four arms and worked as kitchen staff and serving food, so my first gift are these four wonderful cooking mitts. I’ve used them once or twice and they are really comfy!

I am pretty sure we got enough around that we can give these ones over. I don’t think they’ll miss them much, at least.
No. 138955 ID: b90810
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I also know that you don’t like you job and would like to find a better one, so I drew this map showing how to get all the way from the Eastern Gate (that’s the closest one to where I live) all the way to the mansions in the Monger Caves.

The Mongers are our merchants. Their job is travel the aaaall over the world, buying and selling stuff so we can live better. Since you come from a far away place, they’ll probably love to offer you a job as their trade contact! So, if you ever get to visit Silverlock mountain, all you have to do is follow the map and you’ll get a new job in no time!

I also marked many important points and all my favourite places along the way!
Uuh, I should probably explain what each of the symbols means.

Happy Holiday, Hatticus and Tippler!
Thank you so much for your wonderfully fun stories and for all the fish!
No. 138961 ID: a7a180
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You’re appreciative of the thought that went into this small furry alien’s gifts. Now you’ll have two sets of protection from grease burns from that bubbling vat they call a deep fryer. Really, hand protection is something your job should have provided, which makes Peachy’s job already sound better than yours. Maybe you’ll start really saving up for that offworld ticket, so one day you can visit this mystical mountain market and get a job guarding caravans with your swordsmanship skills. Ah, to be slinging sabers again instead of burgers..! You’ll just have to work overtime.
No. 139011 ID: ccbbb0
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Suddenly a faint yet catching sound is heard by all nearby, as the sky begins to brighten.

As the the sound grows clearer, Peachy, Jynn, and all their newfound friends go outside to get a look at what is happening.

The snowfall's wind picks up in intensity, yet not in strength, as the snowflakes seem to dance as they fall wildly to earth and invite all in the village to look above.

The sound becomes clear and unequivocal as an angelic choir, the clouds part and the landscape is illuminated fully by the soothing light of the aurora.

And there, in the center of that marvellous opening in the firmament, they see it.

A secret santa, bearing something in arms, something beautiful, something wondrous, something..... breathtaking!

"The perfect gift is reaaaaal!" Peachy exclaims, tears escaping her eyes, along with those of everyone witnessing the spectacle.

She can't help but wonder how much higher she can get in order to get closer to her present, and of course, to her santa, the one who went above and beyond to give her this indescribable experience, this seemingly immposible gift, and most of all the one true miracle of being so loved.

Truly this was the greatest Chupian Psychopomp Day of all!
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Victor: Hey, Peachy!

Victor: I thought about gifting you a Chupian Toboggan that could brighten your days in the coal mines or farmlands or wherever you're assigned to life to work at. It’s all-terrain too--so you don’t need snow to really enjoy it.

Victor: But then I thought it wasn’t exciting enough. So with my expertise, I’ve added a few pressurized canisters to help give your sleigh a little ‘oomph’!
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Victor: All my tools were back at the bathhouse to finally get this thing workin, but it’s just a downhill ride to the festival!

Numax: We’ll be able to reach the middle of town in no time and show your gift in action!

Victor: Ready?!

Numax: Ready!
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No. 139187 ID: 4286ca
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"Congratulations sidah you have been selected.. yaddah yaddah..multiversal..blah blah blah here we go, 'you have been assigned Princess bobbie and her companion, a demonically possessed apple'.."
No. 139188 ID: 4286ca
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No. 139202 ID: 629f2e
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The box was gone. Some weird toy left in its place.

Louie: “...”
Louie: “Alright, so… Logically the box didn’t just disappear. That wouldn’t just happen. The only people who should have known about it were Saihu and Temmie.”
Louie: “I guess mom could have seen it if she came in too, but she didn’t know what it was about.”
Louie: “So either Saihu took the gift, and left one for me in return... Or Temmie broke into our house to keep up the illusion of her game.”
Louie: “...”
Louie: “Maybe if I just don’t ask Saihu, I can pretend it was him and skip having an awkward conversation about boundaries with Temmie later?”

You sigh. A nagging sense of responsibility makes it clear that avoidance just isn’t going to cut it.

Although its presence becomes a source of stress, Louie is ultimately thankful for the universal compass. Big thanks to Dowser and Bry!
No. 139284 ID: 9b127b
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Xiatsu: 'Oh! how charming! let me close up shop and perhaps we can pick a restaurant for review and discuss investment portfolios and financial assets?'
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"Good thing we were doing our annual intercosmical parade when you boys decided to play Icarus." says an angel standing next to Victor.

"Yes, thanks again for the save." He replies. "I really thought I'd meassured the fuel right this time."

"I guess those thrusters just can't be trusted." Numax looks towards his best bud, who rolls his eyes.

"You may rise, child. No need to grovel." The leading cherub says, all four mouths speaking in unison, yet more curously than offputtingly. It takes Peachy a moment to get over her hard-coded habit of kneeling before figures of authority.

"Eeeeeeeh! Actual heralds from Heaven!" She squeals giddily, which often happens when someone sees actual heralds from Heaven, "I-if I may ask, what's the afterlife like"

"Well, I must say, it's like being on cloud 9."

Some of the people around chuckle.

"...I don't get it."

"It means it's really nice." Victor interrupts, "Say, Peachy, sorry about the rough introduction but what do you think about our gift?"

"It looks neat!" Peachy smiles, then hesitates for a moment. "Um, I guess if I use it for carrying stuff at work they will let us keep it. Also, I don't have much coal for myself, so I...uh.. can't use the flying canisters."

"Oh, don't worry, we can change them later.... Say, you wanna give it a test ride now?"


"I'll switch to nitrogliceryne-free fuel. No big booms this time."

"Oh, alright, then. Sure!"
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Numax: "Hey, look, that's my pet from middle school! How's it going, Trig?"

Peachy: "Yaaaaay- What's a middle school?"

Thank you, Sarcopholacooda, for your wonderful gift!
Merry psychopomp day to all, and to them all hold no spite!
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Maphet: “Oh, there you are Icaro!” Maphet hoist the large bag of seeds under her arm as she sees her friend finally arriving, “We were almost going to leave without you, you know. And I can see you had a pleasant day as well, going by that smile of yours.”
Icaro: “Oh, it’s been better than pleasant!” Icaro cheerfully answers, his grin widening even more, “I’ve even made a new trade partner!”
Pesi: “Of course you have…”Pesi mutters while rolling her eyes, “And they trade in what, exactly? This is going to be just like that time you bought those nonexistent paintings of hairless apes, those that was supposedly hanging on a chain somewhere?”
Maphet: “Now now, Pesi, I’m sure he learned something from that.” The green lizard gives him a warm smile, “Surely, this trade contact is a bit more trustworthy than that, Icaro?”
Icaro: “Why, of course Maphet, they did after all have a shop right here at the Sand Claw festival!” he raises his hand and point towards himself before continuing, “And what’s even more important, I got a dinner date with her!”
Sekhmet: “A date? Why even bother? Just make it a quickie and put a bun in that oven!”
Icaro: “Because some of us actually want something more than that, Sekhmet.” the blue Volin states as he gives his friend the stink eye, “Like a mate or two for life.”
Pesi: “Ha! Like anyone would be your mate for a full week, let alone their full life.”
Maphet: “Pesi!”
Pesi: “What? I’m just speaking the truth!”
Maphet: “So… this girl… she was that scorpion lady, correct?”
Icaro: “Oh, indeed she is. Lady Xiatsu is her name…” Icaro stops and looks wistfully into the sky, “And she’s one of the most charming and regal women I’ve ever met…” he just stand there staring for a moment, as he’s seemingly mesmerized by his own daydreaming, “Why, I would say she even rivals the very gods with her beauty…”
Pesi: “She just wants our treasures, Icaro.”
Icaro: “Bah, you’re just jealous, Pesi.” The blue lizard quickly answers, all the while doing a rather rude gesture towards his black and white companion, “Though… she did ask a bunch about investment portfolios and financial assets, whatever that means? She wanted to see them next time our worlds connect, so it’s some kind of trade talk, right?”
Maphet: “I do believe so…” the green Volin rubs her chin a bit, thinking, “I guess she wants to see what our tribe is willing to trade? I’ll make sure you’ll have a fine selection to show her next time you meet.”
Sekhmet: “Just give her a pile of gold and jewels! Bitches love gold and jewels!”
Pesi: Pesi lets out a sigh “I’ll dig up my finest bone carving, Icaro… for the tribe.”

Maphet: “Goodbye everyone, it is time for us to return to our own world.” Maphet loudly declare for everyone to hear, “Thank you, Jynn Kara, for this amazing ‘Hoth Koko’, as well as Pesi’s new clothes.”
Sekhmet: “Happy Sand Claw festival, weaklings!” Sekhmet interjects while waving goodbye through the portal, “May you slay that Claw beast this year!”

And thus, the Volin tribe’s adventure with Sand Claws is over… for this year.
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Normally, you'd be sad to watch a new friend leave, but this time it isn't so bad maybe.
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My wife has informed me that not every participant received their gift--yet the holiday seems to extend into half the year. We’re still cleaning up the village and taking down decorations--giving us little time to hand these off ourselves.

This strange creature has offered their help to deliver the remaining packages so that no one is left without a gift.
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Thus begins the flight of the couriers Pascoe and Ecoa to pair giftees with an appropriate package that suits their needs and hobbies.
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For Bobbie and Abdle my wife bought a Mr. Yakbeet Face kit so your applefriend can have someone their size to chat with and express themselves. It helps to sort problems out when you speak aloud to an object or animal. Perhaps practice a speech with a produce-audience.

We only have chupian parts but feel free to find other accessories. She added a complimentary yakbeet to start with.
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As for Clark I was able to find an old dinjar stick that I don’t really use anymore: not since the bathhouse has taken my time and my children have no interest in it. It should be simple to play, for it only has two strings. The jar acts as a resonance chamber so you could play without the use of amplifiers if you bring a small group together around a campfire.

I believe the instrument is making a comeback with this...naked couple of sorts. I don’t really pay attention where music is heading nowadays.
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Finally, for the orange one—umm—yes, Dotti. One of the locals offered this miniature ice sculpture kit complete with a mini-chainsaw and a few ice-chipping tools. Just stack a few cubes on a pillar and start crafting some infinitesimals to impress your peers. I’m not sure how sophisticated your paws are to hold these things.

And that should just about cover it. My wife is planning the next spot already--I suppose we’ll all see each other again in Secret Santa 2023.
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And so, after many hours of food, games, music and laughs that lasted all through the night until sunrise, the portal at the edge of town shone brigthly, signalling the end of the festivities, and Peachy, Jynn, and all their newfound friends returned to their respective worlds...
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...where they lived happily ever after.
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Uuuugh, I really shouldn't have eaten that weird four legged bird thingy!

(It really was all the chocolate and candy. Eat responsibly kids.)
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Huh? Hey, I feel better now!
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