genessia | Comin' To Town

[It doesn't matter where you live. It doesn't matter if you have a chimney, or an active security alert system. With a twinkle and a jingle, his sleigh soars through the air, landing on the most precarious of rooftops or sloped sheds...anywhere. Those reindeer are freaking magical. He appears in your home with a large sack slung over his shoulder, leaving a very special selection of presents.]

[For those who are awake, and if you left out milk and cookies (even if you didn't originally intend it to be for him), he'll even talk to you. Otherwise, the situation is the same.]

[There are three beautifully wrapped gifts, all the same size. The paper is red, green, or white. Each gift contains something of value, so choose without fear of being punished!]

[UNLESS. If you've been very bad (and if you want this option OOCly), there will be a fourth gift as well, and the color of wrapping paper options extends to red, green, white, and gold.]

[OOC: The item contained in each gift has been predetermined randomly for each character, so while a red present might contain a charm for one person, it could be a treasured item from home for another person. Even for people who want a fourth option for their villains, the gold present isn't necessarily the bad one. Of course, if you just want coal straight up, you can elect to get that without having to worry about choosing randomly.

This event runs from the 22nd through the 28th. In order to participate, your character must have been introduced to the community at some point. So Deadpool doesn't get a present. C_C_ Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!]

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[Dean:]

He hears the noise of Santa landing on the roof, and is awake instantly. His head cocks as he listens in close, hearing jingles and the snort of reindeer. What the hell now?

But... he's not sat too long like that, bolting downstairs and growling as the unexpected intruder comes in his house without even realising what he's doing before... he sees the suit and the beard and the hat, and he's pulled up short in surprise. "...You've got to be fucking kidding me." Is what he gets by greeting. Sorry Santa. As much as he's pretty accepting of this place's bullshit, this is one step too far for him to just Accept.

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Whether he accepts it or not, the reality is staring him in the face...with a big snowy beard and a sack full of presents. He pauses, a cookie halfway into his mouth, and turns to beam joyously at the kid who just appeared.

"Well, well! Dean Winchester! I should have known you would hear me, ho ho ho!" He slings his sack off of his shoulder. Might as well get to work. He piles candy into Angel's stocking, luxurious bath items and chocolate into Mary's, and ammunition into Dean's. He cares.

"Since you're here, would you like to choose your present?"

He shifts, putting his weight on his heels and crossing his arms. That is not open and friendly body language. "Yeah, well, I don't take well to things breaking into my house. you should have known that, too." The items being put into the stocking get a look that says he's going to go through and check every damned piece of that for anything untoward.

Or, you know, staking you with a Christmas tree just to be sure you're not just an antiklaus that got clever. Never hurts to be sure?

Santa's met with a flat look, and the most fantastic bit of snark he's given out in a while. "Sorry, I was always told never to take things from strangers. Especially those that like to watch you while you're sleeping and tell you when you've been a bad, bad boy."

Was it already mentioned that he's still pretty sure this is a bunch of bullshit?

"Oh ho ho, Dean...Dean, Dean, Dean." He shook his head in pity, mitten-sheathed fists resting on his broad sides. "You're a very good boy. Someday you'll realize that. But not today, and not from me."

The look of pity was soon replaced by a jovial smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling merrily. "You don't want a Christmas psychology lesson, now do you? I'm Santa! Let's see what kind of presents we've got for you."

He could be as jaded as he pleased. All water off a duck's back when it came to Santa Claus. He'd already arranged the trio of gifts for Mary and Angel to choose from, if they felt so inclined. Now it was Dean's turn. Three presents were plunked down, all in different colors.

"Now, which one do you think you'd like to open? Keep in mind you only get one!"

...Don't give him pity. And while there's not a flicker on the cool hard exterior, inside he's got a feeling like he'd just been stripped down naked and exposed with just those first couple of comments. He actually has to take a second to remind himself that this all just bullshit, and it's just some sort of new game for the city to play on this christmas night.

Got to be.

And while last time, he'd opened one with not much thought at all.... this time they suddenly seem a lot more suspicious. Or at least, he's a lot more suspicious of them. Go figure.] And if I say I don't want any at all?

Then you'll probably be the first person who doesn't want a Christmas present, ho ho ho!

[Santa lays a finger alongside his nose with a wink.]

There's always next year if you change your mind.

[But he'll wait for Dean to make his decision, no pressure from the big guy in red.]

[Santa can probably tell there's a bit of an internal debate going for a second there, before he turns away. Not just because he's still telling himself this is bullshit. It comes from a slightly different place when he says:]

I don't want, or need, anything from you.

[Because seriously, fuck Santa. You can't give him anything he wants like friends or family back, and why the hell would he want gifts from you otherwise? He sure as hell never has had anything before (Other than last year, if those were even from you), and he'd stopped believing at a much younger age than most so it's never even really been a thing about wanting to see the big guy in red after about the age of five (okay, nearly six).

Fuck. Santa.]

It's true. What you need can't be wrapped.

[What he needs is a big HUG, but best he get it when he's not in such a sour mood. So Santa packs up and picks up his sack.]

Well, then, ho ho! I'll be on my way. You keep being good, young man! Maybe next year there will be something you like.

[Until then, he'll just have to sulk over some new car polish and bullets in his stocking.]

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...Does accusing Santa of being a paedophile count as a reason to get coal? XD

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