[ open ] can't make it all alone

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WHO: Zelda Spellman & you
WHERE: Maurtia Falls #001, Heropa
WHEN: Near the Solstice
WHAT: Zelda prepares for the holiday
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MAURTIA FALLS #001 [ closed to occupants or vistors ]

As the Solstice approaches, Zelda is getting into the holiday spirit. Granted, what that spirit looks like is relative. While she's done nothing to encroach on any decor or celebration the other inhabitants of the house may partake in, she has her own way of doing things, too. This is why it won't be unusual to find a few festive inverted pentagrams here and there and Zelda spending her evenings relaxed on the couch, a burning cigarette in hand, drinking a glass of gin and paging through a haunted holiday classic.

Come the night before the Solistice, she places a Yule log into the fireplace and lights it, keeping a close eye on it as the flames lick around it. She's eager to inform everyone of its importance; "The lit Yule log protects this house, and bars all manner of evil and mischevious spirits. It is of the utmost importance that it stays lit through the Solistice when the veil is at its thinnest -- especially with all the strange occurrences as of late."

HEROPA

Zelda isn't blind to what's been going on around the country the last couple of weeks, but since it hadn't seemed to directly affect her she hadn't seemed to particularly care. This means business as usual - although, for today, that business is in the sunny city of Heropa, Zelda's least favorite place. She pursuing an outdoor shopping mall, wearing a large-brimmed, black hat (it's no wonder why those once had been so fashionable among witches) and dark sunglasses, examing the stalls and shops for the things she needs. While it might be unbelievable, she's Christmas shopping. Although she would never admit it, Sabrina is enamored with the ridiculous holiday and a gift would make her happy. And if Zelda gets Sabrina a gift, it's rude to not get everyone a gift, right?

And maybe even a few little things for herself. The sales are good this time of year, after all.

She's in a good enough mood up until she encounters a man dressed up as Santa--complete with a beard and mistletoe patterned board shorts in honor of the sunny weather--who has probably nipped at the eggnog a bit too much. He starts to follow her around which is at first a novelty and then becomes incredibly annoying, to the point where she finally speeds into the nearest store, turning around to wave her hand at the door before she can be further followed.

"Vobis non transeat." Although unassuming shoppers won't have an issue coming in and out, drunk board-short Santa will find himself left out in the cold - so to speak. Zelda takes a minute to get her bearings, finally looking around in the store which has turned out to be a very obnoxious Christmas decoration store. Every surface is covered with baubles and grinning snowmen and colorful nativities, and Zelda's likely to be there for a long, long while yet.

She lets out an ever-suffering sigh. "Well, this certainly limits my options."

Comments

[devilishly_handsome]

"Is that...supposed to be an elf?"

Anton had simply been exploring the stores, curious about the holiday, when he encountered this store, with it's gaudy decorations, and he decided to step in out of sheer curiosity when he saw...that. A short little elf doll.

"I feel like the elves where I'm from would be so offended."

MF #001

[continuousgroaning]

As the weather gets colder and it gets closer to Christmas, Tina sometimes finds herself getting sleepy at inconvenient times and in inconvenient places, as growing teenagers often do. When she comes home from the stable one day, Tina's happy to find a fire built up, not really considering that it might have a purpose. Zelda will find a tired teenager curled up in front of it with the household's resident dogs, fast asleep- though she does stir at the sound of her voice.

"Mmm? Evil spirits?"

[sathan]

( aside from any coven gatherings lilith had given zelda some breathing room. having the bombshell dropped on her that sabrina's teacher was not only the first witch but that they'd lied to her was-- well, lilith understood her feelings even if she didn't feel guilty.

it wasn't the reason why she was stood outside their door with a little bundle in hand but it would serve as a conversation starter. she'd brought cookies to impart some solstice cheer, hand baked. she also wasn't here to see sabrina.

not knowing how receptive the witch will be to her-- there's a gentle knock on the door, adjusting the bundle in her hands slightly )

[goodtobebad]

"Oh, I dunno, a little tinsel in your hair might do you some good," Crowley drawls easily from behind her, where he'd been inspecting a little Christmas village that lights up.

"Is it just me, or is it weird that the humans even in tropical climates seem obsessed with snowy winter wonderlands?"

001

[mofi]

When Zelda opens the door, Murphy holds out a homemade baked pie. Blueberry. He probably ought to have asked her what kind of pie that she liked, but he only thought about it just then.

Now he's standing in front of the fireplace, feeding off its welcoming warmth. Arms loosely cross over his chest, looking at the yule log pointedly. "How does a piece of wood protect your house?"

Heropa

[perfectlyhuman]

Adam likes Christmas. Of course he likes Christmas, he's a little boy, and most children like Christmas.

While Heropa isn't his usual stop, and he hasn't been here for a while, today he decided to veer slightly off path (thanks to the Porters, going to an entirely different city or state can be just that), and it's strange to see somewhere so sunny during this time of year.

He's taking a look at the ridiculous variety of snow globes when he notices her, hearing the words he can't quite understand. Everything about Zelda screams 'witch', which, nowadays, is a good thing.


"There's a lot here." Because what's a child to do besides talk to a stranger? He looks at the snow globe in front of him, a gaudy thing with a flat cartoony santa. "Not a lot of it's that good, though."