"Peter, it's Kaidan. Would you please pass a message on to your asshole roommate for me? Well, technically, it's from Hernando, since she got her panties in a bitchy little twist and stormed out of his shop before he could tell her himself. The photos that so desperately offended her obtuse, prudish little brain had already sold and were slated for swap-out on the 14th. If she can get her head out of her ass by then, she's welcome back in the shop. God only knows why that's true. Hernando's a nicer man than I am. Anyway. Sorry about the profanity, Seivarden's crap drives me up a tree. Hope you're having a good evening. I'm out of town tomorrow with Liam, but if you're around on Monday, let's go do coffee or something, yeah? Talk later. Bye."
If there's no answer, there'll be a somewhat terse message of, "Peter, it's Fenris. I'm at the store. The power's out, the phone's battery is dead, Fjord's phone is almost out of power. I don't know what to do. The plants are freezing."
[ooc: we paused pinging in case you want to jump in and answer the phone.]
Kaidan had bribed some squirrels. On the morning of Christmas Eve, outside the door to your apartment are two packages. One is addressed to Seivarden, one to Peter. The 'from' line on both is empty.
Peter's gift is simple vodka sampler. Christmas themed, it contains: Peppermint patty, Candycane, Sugar Cookie, Figgy Pudding, Gingerbread Man, Chocolate Orange, and Cherries Jubilee.
Amaya wasn't the type to procrastinate, but the Attack of the Snowmen had sort of put her plans on finishing Peter's present back a little. She'd completely gone for something that would immediately make it pretty obvious who had gotten his name, but she wasn't that great at the whole gift giving thing, so if she had a good idea, she was going to run with it, consequences about it being figured out be damned.
So on Monday, a nice little package would arrive for Peter, wrapped in a very simple and practical brown paper; inside would be a small box of polished red mahogany, and inside that box, lined with soft black velvet, was a letter opener...designed to be an exact, mini, letter opener-sized replica of the sword she'd made for him earlier in the year.
Yeah. Kind of obvious. And probably above price-point. But it was either that or one of those boxed sets of cheesy action movies with lots of explosions, and she figured they'd both get far more out of this route.
Definitely obvious, but beautiful, the opener and the box both. Peter ran his hands over both, feeling the work that had gone into them. He would have to remember to thank Amaya for it.
Crazy Phones!
"Uh... You know, I have heard that warm drinks can help a bad singing voice if the problem is a sore throat. Maybe try adding some honey?"
Re: Crazy Phones!
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If there's no answer, there'll be a somewhat terse message of, "Peter, it's Fenris. I'm at the store. The power's out, the phone's battery is dead, Fjord's phone is almost out of power. I don't know what to do. The plants are freezing."
[ooc: we paused pinging in case you want to jump in and answer the phone.]
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Peter's gift is simple vodka sampler. Christmas themed, it contains: Peppermint patty, Candycane, Sugar Cookie, Figgy Pudding, Gingerbread Man, Chocolate Orange, and Cherries Jubilee.
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Then set about trying to figure out what the difference between "peppermint patty" and "candycane" was.
Winter-Holiday Gift Exchange!
So on Monday, a nice little package would arrive for Peter, wrapped in a very simple and practical brown paper; inside would be a small box of polished red mahogany, and inside that box, lined with soft black velvet, was a letter opener...designed to be an exact, mini, letter opener-sized replica of the sword she'd made for him earlier in the year.
Yeah. Kind of obvious. And probably above price-point. But it was either that or one of those boxed sets of cheesy action movies with lots of explosions, and she figured they'd both get far more out of this route.
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