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Cellinia, it's Weiss.

I kept to myself for most of last month, so I'm not too updated on a lot of people.

How are you doing? Is there anything you need that I can help with?

[ on christmas morning, one of the staff will deliver a package to cellinia wherever she is. there's no card, but there is a note attached to the ribbon in clorinde's handwriting: joyeux noël, cellinia. — clorinde

inside, she'll find a vintage silver cigarette case and a cigarette holder. ]

Edited 2024-12-24 22:33 (UTC)

[Texas may carry Pocky on her at all times, but has she ever had giant Pocky? The kind that's 28 centimeters long??If not, good news: Hiyori bought her some for Christmas! It comes in five different flavors, and it'll be delivered to her door on the 25th, accompanied by a handwritten note.

I didn't know they still made this kind! Anyway, thanks for helping out in the treehouse. I hope you have a "sweet" Christmas!

Funnily enough, a gold coin from the casino seems to have made its way into the envelope. How did it get there? Who knows—but it might just be a gift from Rinne Junior, who collects them. Hiyori doodles Rinne Junior on the note, along with his other two birds who were in the treehouse with them, and signs the note with his signature.]

[ Knock, knock. Someone's here to take her up on that offer. ]

( continued. )

You sure? I know it can be a lost cause trying to teach me how.

(her stronger charm points are being straightforward, after all.)

( continued. )

Something like that. Nonno....my grandfather, he wanted me to protect myself. Later, whenever I learned how to use the family swordsmanship in tandem with my arts? He gave me my first sword. He was proud of me. I remember he said: Cellinia, you are a natural-born combatant, never forget that, my granddaughter. I didn't know what he meant at the time until later, when I started to notice that I reacted differently in a fight than in general. That I wasn't holding back when someone drew a weapon on me....I wasn't showing them mercy, they wouldn't have shown it to me.

( continued. )

You mean like when people embalm the bodies to prep for funerals? Or whenever they're prepared to cremate the body in a crematorium?

(not that terra doesn't have funerals, it's more....a lot happens. not even the infected are given burials depending, out of fear of it spreading.)

I can't say I'm that well versed in this.

(her only "funerary rite" given was setting the manor on fire. burning away the corpses, her grandfather's own included.)

( continued. )

(part of her felt a tinge of relief at there being no response, maybe she’s safe. she’d hope for that much. texas had even contemplated asking for them to replace the jacuzzi with something else, she rather play pool than, say, enter into a hot tub with someone. but that wasn’t on the table originally whenever the wolf had been trying to earn chips for herself as a means of avoiding more issues. by now, she’s smoking again. lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth and head tilted back into her sofa with her gaze fixated on the ceiling, she’s half hoping that the other woman also got tempted by another offer. surely she’d have a few, right? she’s good-looking and texas can admit that. women like her are bound to get many offers from the freaks in this resort, not even the players like them alone who are stuck in this hellhole as she’s often called it to herself.

it’s only the forceful knock that causes her to almost jolt, fuck. she should have expected that. the other woman found her room number. she’s reluctant on letting her in, if not for her recollection of what can happen if she didn’t? she even might not have, but eventually the lock clicks open and there she is. the first lone wolf of this resort, dressed casually in gym shorts and a tank top as she usually would for when she’s relaxing. the aesthetic from what she could edit was an interesting one, though. black and blue colors, a mix of classic film noir mobster and modern day gangster about what pops out. even tied together by what looks to be her window’s hologram showing a constant dreary rain.

is it bad that she’s hoping to not get a repeat of their first meeting? probably, probably not. but the door is open and there is that jacuzzi off in a corner. untouched, but taken care of. close to another set of windows that she changed, the bar she mentioned did look more used. even her kitchen does, she doesn’t always drink but she does typically cook her meals when given that chance. nothing more than that before the wolf takes up her spot on the sofa again. not a word, not a single word while she dips her cigarette into the ashtray until:)

I’m still likely going to ask to replace it.

hey, texas-san
you there? it's me, jun

[ ... which she likely already knows, given he's texting her via his watch. ]

un: angel

delivery, 12/25.

Backdated to 12/25

action;

― asta

― clorinde

― clara

― jingyi

un: lilith