[Seeing as Mira might be more knowledgeable about technology than Zelda is, the princess inquires as to where the young woman might live. She knocks on the door and waits with some excitement and dread. What if she couldn't get a handle of this "texting" that everyone seemed to be doing? Or those moving pictures?
No, no, don't think about failing. This would work! Hopefully...]
[ She isn't expecting any visitors, so when the knock comes, she's downright puzzled. Maybe someone for her roommate? He's not around, so when she opens the door, she's surprised. ]
If I may. [She'll come in when Mira moves to the side.]
I am learning about what communications this world uses... though I am not sure how to reply. There is no comparable technology in my home. How does one use text to reply to others?
Well... do you have any ideas? A username is sort of a nickname, something you use to identify yourself. It can be anything, really... Mine is a shortened version of my last name, for example.
[By the time Michael gets around to Mira's gift, he's on a roll. It's not that hard! He's found that he's very into useful gifts, and he likes pretty things besides.
A small wrapped box appears on Mira's doorsteps a few days before Christmas, with a short note attached:]
Hope this comes in handy for you. Don't cut yourself.
Happy holidays!
- Michael
[Inside the box is a simple necklace with a long rectangular pendant. The pendant has a small shiv hidden inside.]
[So hey, pop quiz, what's a good way to react to getting an unexpected present?
Do you:
a) Thank them gracefully and apologize that you hadn't gotten them anything b) Thank them and get them something small as a token of appreciation in return c) Thank them and offer to treat them to lunch or something d) Run away and panic for the better part of a day over what kind of thing they would even like
If you picked any option other than d, congrats, you're better at this than Shinjiro is. Which is to say, Shinjiro definitely spent several hours just wandering around Fantasy Costco like a zombie because he doesn't know ... anything ... about Mira and despite all his claims of being a terrible asshole can't actually bring himself not to give her something in return or to half-ass it, SO UH.
Much, much later, a box with a necklace and earrings, along with a gift receipt appears at her door. Girls like jewelry, right? It should be fine. Probably. Please let him do this right so he never has to talk about it again orz.
The note just says: thanks for the scarf. - aragaki]
[ mira will find a little handmade wolf ornament and a card from maya with doodles of herself!! it wishes her a happy candlenights, thanks her for all her hard work, details that she's grateful to have mira as a teammate, and wishes her happiness! ]
[A messily-wrapped box, with Mira's name written directly on the colorful paper. There's a handmade card on top, decorated with stickers and doodles of wintry images like snow, gingerbread men, etc. It's not properly signed, but the signature isn't necessary. On one side of the interior:]
Tall green trees in lights twinkling bright, Sparkling strands of tinsel and snow pure white, The smell of hot cocoa and apple cider too, A very merry Candlenights, from Sayori to you!
[And then on the other side:]
Thanks for saving me in class! But more importantly, thank you for being so kind and strong. You're doing a good job and I'm really excited to become better friends!
[Inside the box is a collection of Faerunian poetry and a very happy, very non-dissected stuffed frog plush.]
[Happy Candlenights! Mira receives: A classy Candlenights sweater dress. A novel about a heroic human defying the will of a cruel god (picked out with help from Sayori).]
[ A little late, Mira receives a wrapped box. Inside are two plush toys, a raven and a rabbit. Both have little bows around the necks, which appear to be hand-tied.
I'm sorry I can't get you a real familiar. But I hope these will be a small comfort.
[Maya, Sayori, and Mira will each find themselves with a straggler present. Appearing on their doorstep (or perhaps inside, after catching a roommate for permission) will be a small box of chick-shaped sweet buns with some kind of sweet filling, strongly resembling sweets from earth. There is no sender, no real indication where it's from other than the New New Aspen-located bakery of them. All that's apparent is that this box is for Mira, her name written in a quick scrawl on a tag on the box.]
[You receive an ominous little message on your bracer that might have been intended for you? Or it might have been intended for someone else? It’s hard to say. But suddenly there's a "poem" for you to read with no explanation at all.]
My hungry her, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you feed, sleep and hunt, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the amazed front.
Let me compare you to an unfazed prune? You are more unique and more thundery. Keen sun heats the insane peaches of June, And summertime has the crazed cindery.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your terrible hands, lip and thigh. Thinking of your deranged lip fills my days. My hate for you is the arable my.
Now I must away with an empty heart, Remember my dazed words whilst we're apart.
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No, no, don't think about failing. This would work! Hopefully...]
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Oh--! Hi, Zelda.
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[Sorry if she startled you!]
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Would you like to come in?
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I am learning about what communications this world uses... though I am not sure how to reply. There is no comparable technology in my home. How does one use text to reply to others?
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[ She closes the door, then sits on her bed. ]
You can sit next to me, if you'd like. It'll make it easier to show you.
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[She sits down, ready to learn.]
I know I am supposed to make something called a username, yet beyond that I haven't the faintest of ideas.
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Hmm... you could always just use your first name, then.
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a few days before the 25th
A small wrapped box appears on Mira's doorsteps a few days before Christmas, with a short note attached:]
Hope this comes in handy for you. Don't cut yourself.
Happy holidays!
- Michael
[Inside the box is a simple necklace with a long rectangular pendant. The pendant has a small shiv hidden inside.]
like a day or so after mira got him his gift
Do you:
a) Thank them gracefully and apologize that you hadn't gotten them anything
b) Thank them and get them something small as a token of appreciation in return
c) Thank them and offer to treat them to lunch or something
d) Run away and panic for the better part of a day over what kind of thing they would even like
If you picked any option other than d, congrats, you're better at this than Shinjiro is. Which is to say, Shinjiro definitely spent several hours just wandering around Fantasy Costco like a zombie because he doesn't know ... anything ... about Mira and despite all his claims of being a terrible asshole can't actually bring himself not to give her something in return or to half-ass it, SO UH.
Much, much later, a box with a necklace and earrings, along with a gift receipt appears at her door. Girls like jewelry, right? It should be fine. Probably. Please let him do this right so he never has to talk about it again orz.
The note just says: thanks for the scarf. - aragaki]
present!
25th
Sparkling strands of tinsel and snow pure white,
The smell of hot cocoa and apple cider too,
A very merry Candlenights, from Sayori to you!
[And then on the other side:]
Thanks for saving me in class! But more importantly, thank you for being so kind and strong. You're doing a good job and I'm really excited to become better friends!
[Inside the box is a collection of Faerunian poetry and a very happy, very non-dissected stuffed frog plush.]
25th.
27th.
I'm sorry I can't get you a real familiar. But I hope these will be a small comfort.
- Alex ]
29th
early january;
My hungry her, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you feed, sleep and hunt,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the amazed front.
Let me compare you to an unfazed prune?
You are more unique and more thundery.
Keen sun heats the insane peaches of June,
And summertime has the crazed cindery.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your terrible hands, lip and thigh.
Thinking of your deranged lip fills my days.
My hate for you is the arable my.
Now I must away with an empty heart,
Remember my dazed words whilst we're apart.