[There's a knock at the door but when it's answered, no one is there. Rather, a simple wrapped box sits on the floor. Inside is a broom charm with charm bracelet. The only way to tell whom it's from, is a note attached saying "Thank you for the flight, I shall always remember it. Merry Christmas, Miss Elphaba, from Alice Liddell."]
[The gift is somewhat unexpected, once Elphaba gets home from dropping off a few presents of her own, and the recipient even more unexpected, but Elphaba does remember Alice Liddell. How can she forget? Flying with the young girl is one of the few good memories she has of the mirror world, and she smiles now upon recalling it.
Slipping the charm bracelet on proves a little difficult with one non-broken arm, but she manages it nonetheless. Then she sends Alice a simple message.]
Dear Miss Alice: You're welcome for the flight, and thank you for the present--it fits very well. I hope you enjoy the one I got you. Sincerely, Elphaba Thropp.
[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.
A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.
His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
It has been some time since we last spoke, which strikes me as an utter and unrepentant shame. How have you been? The city's been in such a curious (and I admit, a touch alarming) state of turmoil of late, it's so easy to lose track of even one's dearer new acquaintances.
With all the well-wishes that I could haul up in a bucket, -- Albus Dumbledore.
I went home for some time, so I apologize if this message is a little late. It has been some time since we last talked, and in this we share the same opinion, at least. But to answer your question: I'm fine. [Not completely, no--she can still see Boq clutching at his chest, hear Nessarose pleading with her to save him. She wonders if it worked, and finds that a part of her is hoping that it didn't, that Boq died anyway. Better to die than to go through life without a heart, surely?]
What about you? Has a fair maiden swooned into your arms yet, or do you still need to work on that?
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Slipping the charm bracelet on proves a little difficult with one non-broken arm, but she manages it nonetheless. Then she sends Alice a simple message.]
Dear Miss Alice: You're welcome for the flight, and thank you for the present--it fits very well. I hope you enjoy the one I got you. Sincerely, Elphaba Thropp.
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Are you all right?
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I... wasn't, for a while.
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...neither was I, if that helps. Do you want to talk about it?
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Stay safe.
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Thank you again for the flight.
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A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
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His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
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It has been some time since we last spoke, which strikes me as an utter and unrepentant shame. How have you been? The city's been in such a curious (and I admit, a touch alarming) state of turmoil of late, it's so easy to lose track of even one's dearer new acquaintances.
With all the well-wishes that I could haul up in a bucket,
-- Albus Dumbledore.
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I went home for some time, so I apologize if this message is a little late. It has been some time since we last talked, and in this we share the same opinion, at least. But to answer your question: I'm fine. [Not completely, no--she can still see Boq clutching at his chest, hear Nessarose pleading with her to save him. She wonders if it worked, and finds that a part of her is hoping that it didn't, that Boq died anyway. Better to die than to go through life without a heart, surely?]
What about you? Has a fair maiden swooned into your arms yet, or do you still need to work on that?
Sincerely,
Elphaba Thropp