[ Left outside Clem's door are two wrapped packages. one is a fancy swiss army knife and one is a bundle pack of different comic books, enough variety for Clementine to hopefully find something she likes, then start seeking out issues on her own from either the library or the closet. There's a note, too: ]
Clementine,
It's hard to know back home how close or far we are from Christmas. So, while we're here, enjoy this. One practical thing, and something you can hopefully enjoy. And I mean really enjoy. Get lost in a good story every now and then. You deserve it.
Merry Christmas,
Michonne
PS: Wonder Woman is pretty great.
[ Michonne knocks, then quickly leaves so that the gifts are a surprise. She knows she can't ask Clementine to just be a kid again, it might not ever work that way. But she can do this, at least. ]
[Clementine hears the knock to her door, pushing herself up to her feet. It has been a long event. She feels the effects of it all over, strained in her muscles. She's tense even as she opens the door but she relaxes when she sees the two packages in front of her. Honestly, she can't remember the last time she got a gift. It's not like anyone can really celebrate Christmas when they're trying to survive.
She picks up the packages, pulling them into her room with her. It's the room with the walls, with the names of the dead and the gone up on them.
She picks up the note first and then smiles because Michonne gave her her gift. Michonne was her secret santa, and she knows her so that's pretty cool. She picks up the one gift, unwrapping it, pulling the knife from it and unfolding each and every little piece with a tiny smile. It's something she wishes she had in her own world, because of how practical it is, how much she'd be able to use it to survive. She's never going to be without this now.
The other- The other she unwraps and then stares at the bundle with a tiny smile as she skims through each and every book in front of her. She once was in a comic book store at Carver's place, but there wasn't time to get to read any of them. She'd wanted too. She'd wanted to just stop and breathe and flip through some pages, but- but she had work to do, and now they're leaving the area completely if she's ever thrown back there. Not that there's time to read ever.
She picks up one of the comic books, the one about Wonder Woman, and she smiles, pulling that to her and flipping through the pages.
It's a beautiful way to escape the event, escape it all.]
[ iris is a little late with her christmas gift, clem. apologies for that!
wonderland was merciful in that it let her keep her memories, and so iris remembers very clearly clementine's quiet remark about loving to draw and paint before the apocalypse. and there is no doubt that experiences like those would have changed clementine forever, but that doesn't mean all needs to be lost, yes?
at the very least, she wanted to give clementine something that might help her know where to start.
[lbr, the best christmas gift is getting iris back, but it's also wonderful to have reminders about life, about living, about more than surviving. she'll use the hell out of the art set. iris is warmth, good. she doesn't see survival as the ultimate only goal, and it's important for her to be close to someone like that, to be able to connect to someone like that.
clementine is a child of the 90s, and while the apocalypse might've stopped the 90's groove, she remembers charm bracelets being popular. she always wanted one because she wanted the little charms on them to show what someone loves, who they are. she's still trying to figure that out herself, but she spoke to barry after iris was gone. she's important to her, and clementine wants to express that in some way even if she still stumbles on the words of it or the how of it. she has to remember how to be affectionate, how to find the warmth that once came so easily to her.
she asks the closet for a charm bracelet that iris would love (which means ella you get to choose your fave) and then places a charm on it which represents journalism and a charm which represents... them, the two of them. it's a star because iris helped her paint stars into her room even if her walls will also now have the names of people she's lost. that's right too. the bracelet's all wrapped up (poorly) in a box with a note attached to the top of it. i missed you when you were away, and i'm really happy you're back. it feels like i can really celebrate christmas now maybe. i have one of these of my own so we can match sometimes if you want. from: clementine. her own bracelet has the one singular star charm on it too. ]
[ unlike clementine, katherine doesn't knock and wait to give her her gift. she has her reasons, and they're very much born out of her own need to preserve herself. she's already given so much to a young girl she considers to be a mirror of herself, and taking elijah's words to heart, she doesn't wish for her to live a life similar to her own. ]
[ she thinks to knock, but katherine believes perhaps it's best for the both of them she doesn't wait around for clementine to answer her door. ]
[ wrapped in plain paper, katherine leaves her with two plain leather-bound journals. ]
[ when clementine opens one, she'll find it filled with katherine's neat cursive. on the first page reads: This is an adventure you won't find in the library. completely filled with a To be continued ... scrawled at the bottom of the very last page, it's filled with katherine's neat cursive. it tells the story of a girl who hadn't been designed for adventures, who had been soft and shaped to live a life already created for her, but she had chosen to break free of the confines of her own cage. the story very much reflects the tale of katerina petrova, from the moment she decided to live her life with a boy clementine may recall from hogwarts to the very moment she saved herself from a big bad wolf, and ends as she searches high and low for for her own flesh and blood. katherine removes her own name and instead insists on calling the protagonist nadja to add to its own fictional effect, and includes her own notes, such as Never trust a dog that doesn't bark when a nik is mentioned or, when aleksander is mentioned, He really was hopeless. ]
[ the other journal is plain, save for the very first page. once again, it's written in katherine's cursive:
You have an adventure inside of you that's worth telling. Tell it.
[ he flashes and runs, leaving clementine a small package. inside of the paper is a picture frame, with a piece of paper slotted inside that reads: For whatever you want to remember. if she pulls the paper out, she'll find another placed neatly and carefully behind it. he's sketched in pencil (and incredibly well) a picture of clementine and iris painting with smiles on their faces. the focus of the portrait is them, with the wall and everything else fading around them into obscurity. ]
[It's been a little while since the zombie family dinner, but Georgia hasn't forgotten her little slip-up, or that Clementine had definitely caught it. She's been busy, but now she finally clears the time to text Clementine and know she'll be able to pay attention if this conversation needs it.]
[It's telling maybe that Clementine doesn't have to ask what it is. It's been on her mind. Impossible for it not to be on her mind. Georgia won't have to be an only child, and there's really only one reason for that. She only hasn't asked out of respect for Georgia, not wanting to approach a subject that would be hard or painful if she didn't want to talk about it. She figures people can do what they want with that sort of information even if it's holding it close to their chest and never talking about it.]
​​[ he has little interest in a literal winter wonderland.
klaus has spent the majority of this event on edge, waiting for the catch despite the evidence there is no catch. (no catch besides the continuing violation of their minds and autonomy, that is.) it's halfway through the afternoon (and a thorough exploration of the ski lodge itself) that he grudgingly decides to weather the actual weather, if only to have a better idea of this event up-close.
in part because a portion of him does hope this will be uneventful. rebekah has been downtrodden since her doctor left, despite her brave face to the contrary. freya has been at her wit's end to limits that have even begun to concern him, at rebekah's urgings.
despite the initial wariness in her eyes this morning, caroline wants so fervently to make this a respite. he cannot help but want it for those he loves, if not out of sheer common sense. (just because he craves a fight, it does not make it prudent to seek it.)
so finds klaus, wrapped up not quite as thoroughly as a normally warm-blooded person should be (sans hat, but not without a wool coat, scarf, and gloves) on his way outside.
that is until he catches sight of a familiar silhouette looking out a window at the fluff of falling snow.he pauses, watches her posture a moment, and walks over. ] Considering it?
( clementine used to love the snow (and winter, and all these little details about winter she's forgotten like hot chocolate and the way the snow falls on the trees and how much fun it can be). there was an actual blizzard in her world before she ended up here. she shot kenny without any gloves on. her hands and face were freezing. she was wet and broken. she felt cold for days after she came back to wonderland like the ice had gotten into her veins, and now she's looking at people running out with sleds and having snowball fights and taking joy in the snow.
and she remembers. it used to be fun, and it should probably be easier for her than it is. to have fun.
she smirks a little when he speaks. it's pretty easy to recognize klaus' voice. no one else talks fancy like he does. she looks up at him after a moment. )
Maybe. The last time I built a snowman I was eight. ( that was a long time ago for her, okay? practically several lifetimes by the feel of it. ) I wasn't very good at it. It'd always fall apart.
What about you? ( it looks like he's dressed to head out. )
[ She should have reached out earlier. Michonne knows it. But this was something Clementine shouldn't have had to ever see. Someone she cares about, as a walker. Michonne's under no allusions that this was the first time or that it'll be the last. She just never wanted it to be her. Fuck.
Finally, she sends a text. Not wanting to be invasive. Just needed to check on her. ]
( Clementine has been worried. Once the blizzard ended, she waited over Michonne's body to be certain she would come back, and then she did. She did but it was all terrible. Andrea is still gone. Michonne hated putting her in that position even if Clementine- Clementine wouldn't have done anything else as terrible as it was to see her like that, to know she'd died out there in the cold. in the fucking cold.
She hates the fucking cold, and she hates more to think of the slow freezing death Michonne must have suffered. Luke died in the ice lake, and Clementine nearly did too. She knows what it feels like to freeze, and it's a terrible way to go. It's not quick. It's painful, and Michonne deserved more. better. The text almost surprises her if only because Michonne asks about her. She gave her space to give her room. )
I'm okay.
You're the one who lost Andrea. You're the one who died, and it wasn't the first time, right?
[Georgia waits a bit after the zombie event since she knows it was probably pretty trying. Tastes of home often are. But it's not too long before she sends Clementine a message.]
( It's funny maybe. The Event helped her to get her head on straight. It reminded her of what she can do. Her head's still a mess of all that happened to her in her world, but- The Event and the anon post helped a lot.
She knows it's only a matter of time though before all of it comes crashing down again. )
Yes. I'd really like that. Can I come over to see or meet you somewhere?
[It's not long after he's hung up on Georgia that he decides what he needs to do.
Angus waffles on typing, then he waffles on how to word it, then he waffles on sending it. After a lot of fuss over what to say and how, he finally leaves Clementine a message, clear in intentions.]
( Even over text message, he's really polite. Some people might ask what's going on or why he's ready right now, but Clementine's stepping out of her room and heading towards the destruction room without asking a thing )
I'm on my way.
( And it won't take her long to show up, opening the door and heading inside. )
( clementine will receive an invitation decorated with images of festive sweaters to christmas day brunch. there will be every single pastry and sweet imaginable, of course plus a mountain of beignets, and a hot breakfast.
under the tree, there are wrapped presents with clementine's name on them: an oval silver locket (infused with vervain shh), a polaroid camera in any color she'd like, a painting of their snowmen, and assorted clothes to her style and books picked for her preference. )
[Picking presents for girls is hard. Having magic closets that can spit out just about anything doesn't help the selection process much when you're clueless as to what girls are into, especially ones that are younger and from worlds that put the "grim" in "grim reaper."
He thinks about it. And then he thinks some more. But then--! Aha! He finally lands on what he feels is a great getting-to-know-you gift. It has a little bit about his culture, it's fun, it's useful, it's something to flip through if she's ever on the toilet or trapped in her room during an event... or trapped on the toilet...
[From George, Clementine receives a textbook entitled From Stalnaker to Mason: A History of Media in the 21st Century. Though Shaun and Georgia do get a mention, the Masons the cover refers to are Stacy and Michael, their parents. Georgia and Shaun are mostly mentioned as being raised in the public eye and frequently appearing on their blog. The book covers the Rising and its effect on journalism, specifically how the world drifted from print media to internet media.
[At some point during Christmas, there will be a small wrapped box outside Clem's door with a note. The box contains the following star-studded film classic:]
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Secret Santa Christmas gift!
Clementine,
It's hard to know back home how close or far we are from Christmas. So, while we're here, enjoy this. One practical thing, and something you can hopefully enjoy. And I mean really enjoy. Get lost in a good story every now and then. You deserve it.
Merry Christmas,
Michonne
PS: Wonder Woman is pretty great.
[ Michonne knocks, then quickly leaves so that the gifts are a surprise. She knows she can't ask Clementine to just be a kid again, it might not ever work that way. But she can do this, at least. ]
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She picks up the packages, pulling them into her room with her. It's the room with the walls, with the names of the dead and the gone up on them.
She picks up the note first and then smiles because Michonne gave her her gift. Michonne was her secret santa, and she knows her so that's pretty cool. She picks up the one gift, unwrapping it, pulling the knife from it and unfolding each and every little piece with a tiny smile. It's something she wishes she had in her own world, because of how practical it is, how much she'd be able to use it to survive. She's never going to be without this now.
The other- The other she unwraps and then stares at the bundle with a tiny smile as she skims through each and every book in front of her. She once was in a comic book store at Carver's place, but there wasn't time to get to read any of them. She'd wanted too. She'd wanted to just stop and breathe and flip through some pages, but- but she had work to do, and now they're leaving the area completely if she's ever thrown back there. Not that there's time to read ever.
She picks up one of the comic books, the one about Wonder Woman, and she smiles, pulling that to her and flipping through the pages.
It's a beautiful way to escape the event, escape it all.]
ho ho ho!
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wonderland was merciful in that it let her keep her memories, and so iris remembers very clearly clementine's quiet remark about loving to draw and paint before the apocalypse. and there is no doubt that experiences like those would have changed clementine forever, but that doesn't mean all needs to be lost, yes?
at the very least, she wanted to give clementine something that might help her know where to start.
merry christmas, clementine. iris loves you. ]
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she asks the closet for a charm bracelet that iris would love (
which means ella you get to choose your fave) and then places a charm on it which represents journalism and a charm which represents... them, the two of them. it's a star because iris helped her paint stars into her room even if her walls will also now have the names of people she's lost. that's right too. the bracelet's all wrapped up (poorly) in a box with a note attached to the top of it. i missed you when you were away, and i'm really happy you're back. it feels like i can really celebrate christmas now maybe. i have one of these of my own so we can match sometimes if you want. from: clementine. her own bracelet has the one singular star charm on it too. ]26/12 » DELIVERY DROP OFF.
[ she thinks to knock, but katherine believes perhaps it's best for the both of them she doesn't wait around for clementine to answer her door. ]
[ wrapped in plain paper, katherine leaves her with two plain leather-bound journals. ]
[ when clementine opens one, she'll find it filled with katherine's neat cursive. on the first page reads: This is an adventure you won't find in the library. completely filled with a To be continued ... scrawled at the bottom of the very last page, it's filled with katherine's neat cursive. it tells the story of a girl who hadn't been designed for adventures, who had been soft and shaped to live a life already created for her, but she had chosen to break free of the confines of her own cage. the story very much reflects the tale of katerina petrova, from the moment she decided to live her life with a boy clementine may recall from hogwarts to the very moment she saved herself from a big bad wolf, and ends as she searches high and low for for her own flesh and blood. katherine removes her own name and instead insists on calling the protagonist nadja to add to its own fictional effect, and includes her own notes, such as Never trust a dog that doesn't bark when a nik is mentioned or, when aleksander is mentioned, He really was hopeless. ]
[ the other journal is plain, save for the very first page. once again, it's written in katherine's cursive:
You have an adventure inside of you that's worth telling. Tell it.
- Katherine. ]
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klaus has spent the majority of this event on edge, waiting for the catch despite the evidence there is no catch. (no catch besides the continuing violation of their minds and autonomy, that is.) it's halfway through the afternoon (and a thorough exploration of the ski lodge itself) that he grudgingly decides to weather the actual weather, if only to have a better idea of this event up-close.
in part because a portion of him does hope this will be uneventful. rebekah has been downtrodden since her doctor left, despite her brave face to the contrary. freya has been at her wit's end to limits that have even begun to concern him, at rebekah's urgings.
despite the initial wariness in her eyes this morning, caroline wants so fervently to make this a respite. he cannot help but want it for those he loves, if not out of sheer common sense. (just because he craves a fight, it does not make it prudent to seek it.)
so finds klaus, wrapped up not quite as thoroughly as a normally warm-blooded person should be (sans hat, but not without a wool coat, scarf, and gloves) on his way outside.
that is until he catches sight of a familiar silhouette looking out a window at the fluff of falling snow.he pauses, watches her posture a moment, and walks over. ] Considering it?
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and she remembers. it used to be fun, and it should probably be easier for her than it is. to have fun.
she smirks a little when he speaks. it's pretty easy to recognize klaus' voice. no one else talks fancy like he does. she looks up at him after a moment. )
Maybe. The last time I built a snowman I was eight. ( that was a long time ago for her, okay? practically several lifetimes by the feel of it. ) I wasn't very good at it. It'd always fall apart.
What about you? ( it looks like he's dressed to head out. )
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post death and like...current time b/c michonne put it off.
Finally, she sends a text. Not wanting to be invasive. Just needed to check on her. ]
Are you okay?
sobs into my hands
She hates the fucking cold, and she hates more to think of the slow freezing death Michonne must have suffered. Luke died in the ice lake, and Clementine nearly did too. She knows what it feels like to freeze, and it's a terrible way to go. It's not quick. It's painful, and Michonne deserved more. better. The text almost surprises her if only because Michonne asks about her. She gave her space to give her room. )
I'm okay.
You're the one who lost Andrea. You're the one who died, and it wasn't the first time, right?
let's just destroy each other
deal D:
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thanks for helping us the other day.
you're probably the only reason jay's still alive.
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you're welcome. it felt good to actually be able to help for once.
do you always crash cars into shit?
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Not sure if Tim would have survived that stunt if you hadn't shown up.
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It's funny. He texted me to thank me for the same thing except helping you survive.
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Still interested in seeing the recorder I use?
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She knows it's only a matter of time though before all of it comes crashing down again. )
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Angus waffles on typing, then he waffles on how to word it, then he waffles on sending it. After a lot of fuss over what to say and how, he finally leaves Clementine a message, clear in intentions.]
Please meet me at the destruction room.
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I'm on my way.
( And it won't take her long to show up, opening the door and heading inside. )
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someday it will take me less than 100 years per tag and they'll be less than 100 miles in length
sobs about it. it's so beautiful and painful tho .-. i love it
and then i came back to tag this a million years late cause i couldnt let it go
feel free to always come back to it .-.
Christmas Presents 2017!
christmas 2017
under the tree, there are wrapped presents with clementine's name on them: an oval silver locket (infused with vervain shh), a polaroid camera in any color she'd like, a painting of their snowmen, and assorted clothes to her style and books picked for her preference. )
Christmas Eve delivery
He thinks about it. And then he thinks some more. But then--! Aha! He finally lands on what he feels is a great getting-to-know-you gift. It has a little bit about his culture, it's fun, it's useful, it's something to flip through if she's ever on the toilet or trapped in her room during an event... or trapped on the toilet...
It's also silly and obnoxious, so. You know. A very Ryuji-esque gift.
Merry Christmas, Clementine!]
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Merry Christmas.
--Shaun
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Have fun!]
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[The note reads:]
Sorry we didn't get to this one last time.
Evil trees, though. You'll see what I mean.
-Jay