[There's a few short, soft lines of a rather playful Christmas song under her breath as she waits for the feed to start, then a bright smile once it's up and running. She's sitting in front of her fireplace, it appears, with her eevee crawling up her shoulder, a blanket draped across her, and a book in her lap.]

Hey! Would anyone be up for going out tonight, or this weekend? My treat, of course, [she offers, pushing her hair back and making an apologetic face over her shoulder as the little Pokémon topples back from the motion. Oops.] Things went well last time, and I thought maybe it would be fun to do during the holiday season as well.

Ladies, you're invited too! I'm not really... looking for anything specific. [Her eyes flick to something off camera, and her cheeks heat, but she mentally shakes it off.] I just want to get to know some more people, or have a good time with friends that still put up with me. [A laugh]

Some of those rumours are pretty funny, aren't they? For the record, no, I don't believe that all ghosts should be exorcised. They have just as much right to exist as anybody else.

[He shrugs. People will believe whatever they want to, but he thinks that's a weird rumour to spread.]

The only people I want to keep out of Everglade if I'm made Guardian are stupidhead hunters who think they should be able to go after the supernatural citizens.

[Truthfully, he doesn't actually care if he wins or loses the election. He's just participating for his own amusement.]

If anyone's wondering how someone as little as me could possibly be a good Guardian, I already protect people as part of the Jolly Eddy's team, and with my business Runic Security. Just 'cause I'm little doesn't mean I'm weak.



[Private filter to Tomura Shigaraki]

I guess people are still looking for you, huh?

Erik hadn't paid much attention to what the dates were since arriving here. It doesn't much matter what they are, because this place isn't home, not really, and what difference does it make what day it is? Until they'd gotten to the days that have always helped him feel connected to his parents and his past, even if certain aspects don't mean much to him anymore. Today he happens to have the day off, so he spends it in the kitchen, following his mother's recipes from memory.

When Raven comes home, she'll find a plate of food in the kitchen with her name on it, containing some braided bread and potato pancakes. Erik's not in the living room, but the light is on his bedroom, and the door's open a crack. It seems as though he's willing to be disturbed, should she be so inclined.

 You know, I hate sounding like a broken record but...

[Nikola sighs as he pulls his phone further away to show off an apartment decorated for a holiday he knows nothing about. All around his kitchen table are books that range from children's Christmas books to books discussing Christmas to even the King Jame's bible which he found somewhere.  He's been trying to do a little research and really, he's just gotten himself more confused.]

What I don't understand is why is there a holiday celebrating some baby's birth in the desert that somehow translates to the fact that for one night some jolly fat man in a red suit is allowed to break into people's homes through their fireplace and leave questionable presents for those that live in the home. 

Or why people try to appease this man with milk and cookies and what makes it okay for him to determine what child is nice or naughty.  Isn't something like that supposed to be the parent's job? Or why this holiday requires lights and a dead tree covered in trinkets. 

[...There is a LOT Nikola doesn't understand about this. ]

Perhaps I'm missing something here, but, I really could use a civilized explanation..

[He pauses for a moment.]

And Rose, unless you're being serious, please don't try and tell me one of your ridiculous holiday tales about candy and monsters and one of my coworkers.