six | forget thanksgiving

[thneed]

Let me just get a question out here that's super important as November winds down here (It's not too early for this, I swear)--

How many of you don't know what Christmas is?
And does it snow here?

It's really important. For business. (Super important) And not only that but also because Christmas is magical and everyone needs a winter holiday. I want to cover all the grounds and if we're an island of non-believers Santa might not come. I'm pretty sure New Moore isn't going to get the Whoville Christmas special on TV that I watch every year so if nobody's got anything going on I'm going to have to step up. Lots of planning to get done here. We gotta go big.

So! If you could just tell me:
A: If you know what Christmas is or not
B: If you celebrate some other winter holiday we can spread around winter spirit for. Does it involve gifts?
AND
C: What's the winter weather going to be in New Moore? I can never tell with this place.

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[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

[A brief, puzzled silence...]

If it's not in the forest, I probably don't need it.

[badnewsboy]

It may give you clues on how to further protect it. Change is good, especially when it's implemented in a way that can aid you in your noble endeavors.

[coimiceoir]

[There's a long pause while she tries to decide if he's just insulted her ability to care for her domain.]

...What do you mean?

[badnewsboy]

The world has changed, as it will continue. There are ways to work with it.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

Yes, of course there are. Everything changes and you adapt to the seasons. The land changes, and still the trees grow.

[badnewsboy]

I believe that the technology will aid in that adaption.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

Books are boring. All those little scribbles. They don't show you anything.

[badnewsboy]

It's deciphering the meaning behind the scribbles that's fascinating. Well, depending on the one who wrote it.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

You sound like Brenden. [This is apparently amusing, not damning.] He could find the meaning of them too. They don't mean anything to me.

[badnewsboy]

And if they could?

[coimiceoir]

Depends on what it meant and what it wanted me to do.

[badnewsboy]

Words demand nothing other than your wishes. They are a versatile device for you to use at your disposal. They promote change.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

[Giggle~] You talk in circles just like a bard!

[badnewsboy]

Yet my point remains. What do you say, Lady Spirit?

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

To what? You didn't ask me a question.

[badnewsboy]

My implications were not clear. To learn of the scribbles.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

Is that what this inter-net is? More scribbles?

[badnewsboy]

And much, much more. I will teach you of it.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

...That's a big favor. [There's a long pause.] What do you want?

[badnewsboy]

We can speak of it in person, as all good trades are made. I will give you a deal in my Yuletide cheer.

[Audio]

[coimiceoir]

That's a better plan. Wait for me, and I will come.

AND GO.

[badnewsboy]

[and wait he does. he leaves his window open, letting the ocean air in while he sits cross-legged on the floor just beneath it. his head piece is removed, set neatly by the bed, his hood pulled down to reveal quite the head of jet black hair. on his lap is a book that he's close to finishing. he lingers on the fourth to last page, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, tugging at it experimentally as if it may just come out.]

[coimiceoir]

[It doesn't take Aisling long to find his apartment. She gathers herself, wraps herself in a spell, and scales the wall as silently as a gecko, only a flicker of fae blue-white light and motion betraying her as she hops up onto his windowsill. She crouches there, studying him curiously while the wreathing light fades quickly, flowing down the outside of the building to dissipate like threads of mist.]

[badnewsboy]

You're welcome to come in, of course.

[but there's a moment from after the words fall until he looks up at her.]

Though it is the makings of a fine evening.

[coimiceoir]

[Moving more slowly than usual and breathing a soft sigh of relief at the removal of the barrier, Aisling slips down off the sill and into the room. This whole thing is a little weird, and she still doesn't entirely understand what exactly he wants of her. She doesn't have much interest in learning what the squiggles mean, but it reminds her of Brenden and Pangur Ban, so she's willing to give it a try.]

It's always nicer outside.

[She crouches on all fours in front of him, leaning cautiously over what he's holding as if it were an abyss.]

...They look like worm tracks.