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first slay ❊ ⊰ video ⊱ ❊ bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

So, um -- I know we haven't been here very long, but... I thought, hey, why not do something all Christmasy? The snow's already melted and everything, so it feels a little belated, but... I have - things. Not special gifty possession-type permanent things, because I didn't really know what to get anyone or where to even get that kinda thing around here, but um - I made cookies? And I have little cookie bundles for... pretty much everybody.

If you live in Thor's house, I'll be leaving them outside of your room doors, so keep an eye out! Um -- Actually, I think that's just... Boromir, so... Boromir, there are cookies for you! Oh! Oh, and Bayonetta - I know we haven't actually met face to face that much? But I figured a little bit of holiday bonding totally wouldn't hurt since we do the whole bathroom-sharing thing. So you have cookies, too.

I have some for a bunch of other people, too, but I think everybody pretty much lives in different places, so... I'll deliver them throughout the day. It'll be like a city tour.

[ She starts to go off to do something else, then remembers she's actually not done talking, despite all the slightly flour-dustedness of her present appearance. ]

Happy Holidays, by the way! Even if we're all not at home where holidays happen, I'm sure at least some of you have a celebration to get all yay-winter with, right?

[ And then she goes to leave again.

But just kidding because she remembered - ]

Oh! The cookies are snickerdoodles! I hope everybody likes. And I've got tons extra, so if anybody wants some, feel free to speak up! We'll play meet-and-greet cookie delivery.

[ In addition to Boromir and Bayonetta within her own district, throughout the day, Buffy will also be delivering cookies to Sam Winchester, Morgana Pendragon, Castiel, Merlin, Yuri Lowell, Snow Villiers, and Kovu. Action threads for these are more than welcome, and encouraged! If anyone in Thor house would like to bump into her round and about, that's welcome via action as well! ]

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[Sam is hanging around outside of the Odin house, sitting outside on the steps to get some fresh air from his habitual hermit-ness that has been Sam's life since he's arrived at the city.]

[ Buffy sees Sam in all his huge mooseyness from ages away. Which means she can effectively sneak up on him. She pops out, pretty much... out of nowhere... with a big grin on her face and the little colorfully wrapped package of cookies, ribbon and all, thrust toward his face with one arm. ]

Cookie delivery! [ In her best fake Santa voice. ]

[He looks up with a start at Buffy appearing out of nowhere, the present shoved in his face -- before he grins a little, taking the package.]

Cookies?

Cookies. [ Then she goes back to her normal voice and gives him a cheerful grin. A grin so cheerful it might even be saccharine and a little pukeworthy. ]

Merry Christmas. [ And then she plops down next to him. Because she can. And leans slightly toward him with a light nudge of her elbow to his. ]

So what's with the step-thinkery?

[Sam looks amused, as he turns the package over in his hands, almost thoughtful.]

I think the last and only time I ever had Christmas cookies was at Stamford. So -- thanks. And merry Christmas.

[Dean would wind up eating most of them, Sam was sure, but he wasn't going to tell Buffy that. The thought blended perfectly with her question, though, and Sam shrugs slightly.]

My brother showed up.

[ She hopes he likes them. Really, really hopes. He's a really nice guy, she likes him, considers him one of the closer friends she's made in the last week and a half or so... She put a lot of thought into this apparently. ]

Hey, cheer-spreading? Probably not abundant around here because of the whole we're all kidnappees thing.

[ Wait what he said what -- ]

... Your brother. What's his name?

[Sam and his healthy eating is a curse. But he will have one. And they will be yummy. c:]

Dean Winchester.

[Sam presses his lips together, clearly in an effort to try not to laugh.]

He's in Freya's house.

[Look, when your life is Sam's, things like that are fucking hysterical. But the slight chuckle dies slightly as he considers something, turning over the package of cookies in his hands for a moment or two in thought.]

...He's about three years behind me -- give or take, I guess, from a seriously... bad point.

Wait -- [ She immediately... blushes because this is so awkward all of the sudden. ] He's your brother? That Dean is -- [ OH GOD. ]

And not happy about the pinkness of it, I remember.

[ Oh god. Oh god and he was like "buffy's short for beautiful right?" ] He seems like a pretty laid back guy.

[ Wait. She wrinkles her nose, raises her eyebrows quizzically. ] So, wait -- you're from different parts of your lives? Does that mean he's -- wait is he older or younger than you? Normally, I mean.

[There's a soft snort of laughter, at the question. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what that means. And Sam grins a little as he shakes his head to himself.]

Yeah. Sorry. He's -- like that. I try to keep him locked away as much as possible for the safety of the general public.

[He leans against the staircase railing, though, to look at over at her.]

Older. By four years.

He just did this thing where he -- asked about my name being short for a thing and then it was a thing, and then it wasn't a thing anymore... But, yeah, he's -- that kinda guy, huh? [ Suddenly less flustery about this because if Dean's a Parker-type she has no interest at all. Besides she likes Sam. Yup. She rolls her eyes a little. ] I've known guys like that. Not on the earning-points-list. I promise I hold nothing against you for his actions. Or, words. Because there was no actual action - zero of it, actually. Zero action. [ FOOT. MOUTH. ]

.. Oh, huh. I'd have pegged you for older.

[The more Buffy stammers through the explanation, the more Sam wants to laugh, but he keeps it to himself as much as possible, covering the smile with a hand as he watches her, eyebrows arched, completely and utterly interested.]

Dean's Dean.

[Sam figures this is a good way of confirming her suspicions without outright insulting his brother.]

And -- thanks, I think.

[ It is kind of obvious that Dean ... Dean'd at her, innit? Sigh.~ ] We'll go with that.

[ She understands your language, Winchacha. ]

You're just so tall. Also you act way more like a grown-up than he does. [ Yep. ]

[Okay, that gets a laugh.]

Yeah, well. He's definitely the big brother. Hate to break it to you, tall or not.

[It becomes more obvious when you see them together, but Sam is definitely the elitist little brother that gets told what to do and doesn't like it.]

My little sister's taller than me, too. [ He and Dawn are kind of freakishly similar, actually. Bookish and nerdy and indignant about being bossed around but bossed around anyway... Mystical infusions and a life full of FUCKERY with the older sibling seemingly taking the spotlight pretty much all the time. Eeeyup. ]

But she's five years younger instead of four. I'd worry about the freakish similarities otherwise.

Older siblings are a good thing to have.

[With a good amount of amusement, but Sam sobers slightly as he thinks.]

I have a younger brother, too -- had.

[A slight correction.]

I like to think so. [ Sometimes she feels very capable. ] Especially after our mom -- I've been her legal guardian for awhile now.

[ Awkward. Oh and then more sadness. ]

.. Had? Sam, I'm -- sorry...

[There's the tiny quirk of a smile, at the apology, before Sam shakes his head slightly.]

Remember the whole, uh... what'd you call it, trans-dimensional ball of energy?

[Sam pauses for another moment.]

-- the point where my brother is from, I jumped into the gate of Hell to trap Lucifer in the Cage. Adam came with me. That was -- three years ago? Three years ago.

[The memories are kind of odd, and fuzzy, but Sam's pinned it down to about three years, give or take. He could ask Castiel, if he wanted, but forcing anyone to relive that day isn't in Sam's priority list.]

[ Okay, this is the point at which Buffy stops and just... listens. And the more he talks, the more it makes her heart hurt for him. The more it makes her empathize. The more she understands just how much like her he really is. So, before she even speaks, she reaches over and takes his hand. Nothing harmful about it; it's pure and innocent and comforting, in every way possible. ]

You really... Are like, I don't know - boy... me. Sort of.

[Sam almost starts, at Buffy taking his hand, but he relaxes almost instantly, not actually bothered by the gesture itself, but rather the realization at how unfamiliar its become. Hn.

He needs a psychotherapist.

He offers her half a smile, almost distractedly.]

I'm pretty sure you're infinitely more badass.

Please. [ Still not letting go of his hand, either. This is totally casual. Yep. Normal in every possible way. ]

You hurled yourself into Hell to save the world. I didn't even know where I was hurling myself. You went into it knowing --... Exactly where you'd end up. And you still did that. Major badass points, Sam.

[He hadn't thought of it that way. Sam still didn't, not really. He remembered, with a frightening clarity, the feeling of terror he felt when he woke up, thinking he was trapped in Hell. And then, when he realized he wasn't, the crippling grief when he realized Castiel and Bobby were dead because he hadn't stopped Lucifer in time.

And how happy he was when he found out both of them were in one piece.

Too bad that only lasted barely a year. You can only cheat death so many times.]

It was just something I had to do.

[That sounds better. Fitting.]

-- I'm pretty sure Dean is still half convinced I'm a demon.

That doesn't make you any less of a hero. Duty, destiny -- call it whatever you want. It's what we do. But you can't tell me that it doesn't go severely under-appreciated. So, from one person who just does what they have to do to another... You're still totally cool. [ She leans over toward him, nudging him lightly with her elbow, a smile on her face. It's not just any smile, though; there's so much behind it, hiding beneath the girly shape of her lips. There are creases where a twenty-year-old should never have them, and the glint in her eye isn't just because there's an understanding. There's just a world full of emotion and deeper understanding of how hard it is - it's hard, and it's every day. But it's in a smile, nonetheless. After all, the hardest thing to do in this world is to live in it. ]

That's ridiculous, you don't have any horns, scales, or weird silver telepathy-causing blood.

Edited 2011-12-28 21:28 (UTC)

Yeah... I'm not a hero. I'll definitely take the 'cool' part, though.

[Sam Winchester, the boy with the demon blood. Kind of not a heroic being. And Sam doesn't really want to be a hero. He's much more content just being himself and doing the best he can in order to keep the people he loves safe. That's the entire reason why he bought into this life to begin with, why he turned his back on a normal life of successful law and business. Because he needed to protect the people he loved.

But Sam laughs, at the description of the demons.]

Yeah, no -- in my world, demons are twisted spirits that possess people. No horns, no scales. They just possess people and screw up the system on the sly. Most of the time.

[Then there are demons like Crowley.]

[ She just purses her lips a little and looks down. She doesn't want to argue, but she disagrees. She thinks he's probably more of a hero than he'd like to admit. But... Dead horses, beating them futile, etcetera. ]

Oh - huh. That's kinda weird. Demons come in all different forms, and species and stuff, where I'm from. From all different types of hell dimensions and universes and all that stuff. Hence the transdimentional ball of world-ripping apocalypsifying energy.

Snickerdoodles are cookies?

Yep! They're cinnamon-sugar cookies. Super-tasty.

That does sound pretty good! You've really got enough to share?

Totally. I mean, I made tons. Way more than the amount of friends I actually have, anyway.

Enough for the friend of a friend's friend?

Yep! But why don't we just simple it up and say new friend? [ GRIN~ ] I'm Buffy.

That works for me.

Nice to meet you, Buffy-neechan! I'm Edogawa Conan. Ah, Conan's my name.

What's a... nee... chan...? [ Yep. SORRY BRO. ]

Nice to meet you, too, Conan! So, um - where should I bring these cookies?

Ah, it's um -- I think someone said it was a 'suffix'. It's the polite way to call a girl older than you who isn't old enough to be an Aunt.

[Conan's favourite part.]

Actually ... I'm living in Hel.

Oh! Okay, so it's a languagey-dialecty thing. You don't have to, really! Just Buffy is totally fine. I mean, either way is good? But if you're worried about politeness factor, no biggie.

[ Yep bluh bluh bluh bluh... ]

You're -- wait -- you mean Hel like the district not -- Hell. Sorry, kinda mini-freaked for a second.

I'm kind of used to it!

Not Hell, but -- I think there's got to be a connection.

Then I'll just go with the language-differencey flow!

[ Wait, what?? She frowns. ] You really think so? I mean, not totally impossible, but... This place doesn't seem very Hell-like to me.

Thank you! And I will eat some ... snickerdoodles.

Well, you know how Odin's the King god, and Thor is the lightning and war god? I think maybe Hel might be a goddess connected to the after life or something. Not just 'cause the name's the same -- it can be kinda creepy here.

[Snickerdoodle is quite possible the dumbest word Squalo has ever heard. Which is saying something, considering the idiots he's around all the time.]

What the hell makes you think that people would want whatever shit you threw together? [Sorry, Buffy. :( Bread makes you FAT and he's watching his figure...] That's like a brat gluing noodles to a piece of paper and trying to pass it off as something worthwhile.

[ Well -- Well, Squalo's a dumb name. So there. :c ]

-- Wow, okay, humbug much? Jeez, Grinchy. Are you allergic to being nice or something? People love baked goods for the holidays!

[Buffy. Buffy ANNE even, like sticking Anne in there makes "Buffy" less fucking weird?? Sorry, honey, hit those books and come back with an argument that doesn't suck old man balls!! Squalo's bangs, for example, are hideous. Start there and work your way down.]

I'm not going to waste effort patting trash like you on the head for being useless. [A beat. And while he's being petty--] Anyway, it looks like you ate enough of that shit for both of us.

[HE SNEERS AND THEN HE'S BORED and the line goes dead.]

Trash -- You don't even know me! Who the hell do you think you are, anyw--

[ DID HE JUST CALL HER FAT, TOO??

She will find him.

And she will cause him bruises.

Many. ]

[Have a slightly startled-looking young face peering at you through the screen.]

Ah -- we have winter festivities, of course, to wind down the year. However, since we were brought here, the date has been uncertain, so...

Did you find out what day it was, milady?

Um -- Not exactly. I just know that generally, with snow, comes winter, and with winter comes the Christmas season, plus people have been talking, and um -- I dunno. It felt right?

So, it is the same as the girl who decided on Saturday. [It's halfway to himself, but he smiles slightly at the screen in a moment.] I suppose it is close to the end of the year, either way. It's not a bad thing to keep up the old celebrations.

[May be making notes to himself to get together some trinkets for those he knows well.]

Edited 2011-12-29 11:41 (UTC)

Um - that's really nice of you. [An anxious but genuine smile.]

Even if it's not really Christmas, it's all snowy, so it feels like the holidays to me... I figured I could spread some warm yummies around.

It's a nice thought. [No need to mention that she made breakfast for the entire city this morning - it's not a competition.] I hope everyone likes them.

[Sitting in the living room area of Thor house is a pale fellow curled up in a comfy chair, tuning a guitar. When Buffy approaches, Johnny looks at her, curious as to why a stranger is offering him cookies.

But cookies sound really good right about now. He's been eating nothing but the frozen dinners and stuff supplied since he got here.]

Yeah? What's the occasion?

Cookies, huh? That's nice of ya! If they've not all been claimed yet I'd love some!

Edited 2012-01-09 16:43 (UTC)

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