- Jun 5, 2016
- 164
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The “Secret-Santa” was a strange concept. Two total strangers, randomly paired together and tasked with acquiring appropriate offerings for each other. People volunteered themselves to participate in the endeavor. They gathered intel about each other before meeting (in secret) and bestowing the (secret) offerings. Such an absurd custom…it would be the perfect research project.
The second stage was already commencing: The meetup. The location was the park. Khlu bundled up for the occasion in a long trench coat and scarf. Despite the cold, some people still seemed to be enjoying the layer of snow on the ground. They rolled in it, tossed it around, and even built small structures from it. Khlu leaned down to take a look at the white ice himself. He scooped up a handful. It must have some sort of separate function for people to be so obsessed with it. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a plastic bag and deposited the snow sample. He would have to experiment on it later.
Many others were also here for their Secret-Santaing. A lot of them seemed to be gathering around the gigantic monument in the center of the park. The monument in question was tall, green, and sparkling with an assortment of figurines hanging from its prickly spines. Khlu sniffed it. Pine. Of course. He could only assume that this was part of the sacred human ritual, Christmas, when people payed tribute to the god Bublé in hopes that he wouldn’t lay siege upon their homes, relentlessly robbing children of their milk and cookies. Khlu shook his head at the thought of it. Oh, how silly humans were.
The eldritch creature took a seat on one of the benches surrounding the monument. He set the wrapped box he was carrying down beside him. On his lap, he scribbled something down before taping the sticky note to his forehead. It read “KHLU” in large lettering. Hopefully his partner would recognize him when they came.
@TORY
The second stage was already commencing: The meetup. The location was the park. Khlu bundled up for the occasion in a long trench coat and scarf. Despite the cold, some people still seemed to be enjoying the layer of snow on the ground. They rolled in it, tossed it around, and even built small structures from it. Khlu leaned down to take a look at the white ice himself. He scooped up a handful. It must have some sort of separate function for people to be so obsessed with it. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a plastic bag and deposited the snow sample. He would have to experiment on it later.
Many others were also here for their Secret-Santaing. A lot of them seemed to be gathering around the gigantic monument in the center of the park. The monument in question was tall, green, and sparkling with an assortment of figurines hanging from its prickly spines. Khlu sniffed it. Pine. Of course. He could only assume that this was part of the sacred human ritual, Christmas, when people payed tribute to the god Bublé in hopes that he wouldn’t lay siege upon their homes, relentlessly robbing children of their milk and cookies. Khlu shook his head at the thought of it. Oh, how silly humans were.
The eldritch creature took a seat on one of the benches surrounding the monument. He set the wrapped box he was carrying down beside him. On his lap, he scribbled something down before taping the sticky note to his forehead. It read “KHLU” in large lettering. Hopefully his partner would recognize him when they came.
@TORY