[The video feed clicks on to show a young woman looking slightly bewildered as she stands just inside the entrance to the Bay.]

At least it's not quite as loud as where I was...

[She peers out again and then looks back at the camera.]

Anyway, hi! I'm Alessia, and I....seem to be a little confused.

[Lydia using the network is nothing new, though this time she's adjusting the video a bit to instead show a horse of some sort that looks content to just stand there and be as pompous looking as all get out. While absolutely wearing some stupid wreath around the neck along with red and green halter. This is the tackiest creature in the history of ever, folks.]

I'm proud to report that this is still a thing I can do here. Been a while since I've had a chance to have Anastasia be around for no particular reason. [Yes, she did pronounce that as Ana-stah-sia like a snooty idiot.]

Anyway, for this brief moment, I'm offering the chance to see a phantom steed up close and personal if you're in the Everglade area~ She's very friendly, just don't be surprised if she says something. [... Legitimately. Don't ask.]

[For anyone actually in the Everglade area, near the wooded area is absolutely Lydia perched on a tree branch while this ridiculous horse is merely nibbling on the grass.]

(So, yes. For anyone not D&D familiar this ridiculous shit is in fact the spell Phantom Steed and given the shenanigans seen in her canon, this horse can talk. En... joy???)

Who: Koishi and Scott | Shinjiro and Scott.
Where: Attleton, different places.
What: Holiday meetings and shenanigans.
When: December 24th all day.
Warnings: N/A.

Late Morning | Meeting with Koishi for lunch

Scott is waiting on front of The Garden Bistro in Attleton, dressed casually. He hadn’t seen Koishi since the first time they meet, and it wasn’t even real back then. Getting to know each other in a dream had been weird and Koishi was very unusual. Now, Scott is interested in knowing more about her and having a friend who is out of the norm isn’t so strange for him.

He checks his phone again, wondering if he should have called her instead of just send Koishi a message. Maybe he got the number wrong?


Rest of the day / Afternoon

Scott, being alone on Christmas, had decided to make himself useful. He volunteered to help the Local Community of Attleton to set up the temporary shelters across the town, where homeless people could access hot meals, warmth and even medical care. They had events and activities for both the youth and elderly people that will last until the 29th of December. On the 24th, Scott had been busy until late afternoon wrapping presents, bringing supplies from one shelter to the other and making sure everyone's needs could be met the next morning.

By the time he gets home, once his shift ends, it’s past 10 pm. After a warm shower, playing with his dog and making some cocoa, Horatio and he finally crash on the couch and ready to spend the rest of the night being lazy. Mind drifting, Scott fishes his phone out of his pocket to send Shinjiro a text.

Ey, I didn’t had time to see you today and wish you Happy Holidays. I hope you’re having a great Christmas Eve.

[When the feed starts up, the only thing visible is a black hooded figure's head and a still-ajar door. Were it not for him speaking up, it would have been hard to tell exactly who it was. Even then, he doesn't offer a name - only a sigh of annoyance before he speaks.]

You know, for a place that tries to be so accomodating, it sure does leave a few tripping hazards.

[He temporarily tries to angle the camera to show what it was that tripped him coming in - a medium-sized package all wrapped in red paper, just inside one of the starter apartments - but considering his own little... handicap, only a corner is seen.]

I was wondering, though - is there an audio version of the reading material? While the girl's voice was helpful, I... can't read them.

[Not through the blindfold wrapped around his eyes, and he didn't want to remove it for his own personal reasons. Not that anyone could see it with his hood up in the first place, or any of his facial features beyond silver hair that escaped its confines in the tumble that was likely heard throughout the entire apartment complex with how thin the walls are.]

...Was hard enough finding my way here.

[The feed ends after a few seconds of fumbling for where the off button ought to be.]