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[There's a few things left in various places for Jacob that Chris is sure will be found. The Arena, the Eagle, and once he's sure he's spotted the house Jacob intends to take up in, the front porch by the door there as well.

At least if he's wrong, whoever's living there will get a random present.

At the Eagle, a set of daggers are wrapped and stashed with a 'J' note attached and a black feather.

At the house a lamp awaits. A fixed to the package is a note:]

"Happy House Warming"

[Meanwhile, at the Arena, is a Pendant with another note attached:]

"I'll trade you. I'll keep your coin, you take this. It's lightly enchanted. If you squeeze it, it will give you a short burst of speed and agility.
Stay safe"

If you've got a minute, I'd like to formally invite you over to my place or somewhere else you choose.

[He likes sending little texts and pictures to those he cares about, little nothings that show he thinks of them when his words don’t always serve him. Though, sometimes, it’s to quiet a darker part of him that whispers more cruel things that he needs to chase away.

Regardless, as he is sometimes one to do, he starts with a picture. Usually it’s something neat he thought Jacob would like or a view that would be impossible to anyone but them, but today, it’s a bird.]

Ive been had

hey
want to get a drink tonight?

How's one of the most handsome men in all of the city fairing this slightly misty morning?

You ever sort out your contract business?

If you did, that offer to come around the Hollow still open?

[He'd been in jail for the better part of the month, but he's out now with a contract of his own.]

Delivery!

On the morning of December 24th, a package will be delivered to the Broken Hollow. Attached is a ridiculous campy card that reads:

Jacob,
When I said it had to be the right kind... Happy Wintersday!
- Vrenille

Inside the box is a green union suit made of stretchy jersey knit cotton and an easy open snap closure that goes from the chest all the way down and under to the top of the butt. (It's definitely an upgrade from the Victorian models.)

[ On the 25th there's be a carefully wrapped present left for Jacob on the doorstep. When he opens it he'll find a light dark green with his initials at one end surrounded by Jacob's ladder flowers. ]

[Before Dec 25th lands, Jacob gets a delivery along with a simple, handwritten note:]

figured since you're getting on a bit now that we better make sure we're keeping you safe on those dangerous winter streets. happy wintersday!
~H

[At some point on the 24th, Jacob will receive a small package on his doorstep, with a nice pair of lined leather gloves inside. There's a nice little card with a bit of a note tucked into the box:

'Merry Christmas
-Kim Secretan']

[There's a present delivered the last day of the year, marked with a tag that holds the printed picture of a raven on it. A letter inside accompanies the present itself, sealed with silver wax that holds the signet press of two crossed feathers topped with a cluster of three six-pointed stars.]

May I share my bounty with you that you have plenty of your own for this new year.
I know you're not much a man for material things, but I have at least one to give you. There's a whole set of words for stating the intentions of the heart and being under the protection of house Sonom. If you want them, come ask me for them, but for now, I hope you'll accept this favor and wear my colors as your own.
I love you more than my next breath.
Happy Candleglow
-C.S.

[Jacob will find a small velvet box inside the package. Inside is a ring.]

Rosita has been busy for most of December, and that's carried over into the new year; she's not inaccessible to her friends, but she's taking her SIN guard training seriously, in part because she takes everything she sets her mind to seriously and in part because the natives training her are certainly uninterested in doing her any favors. She's worn out and often sore after her days at the academy, but she still comes round to the Hollow to help with repairing or installing the things she promised she would, and it still seems to soothe her even when she's frustrated. She likes it, outside of the city.

Today though she sends Jacob a text to find out where he is for the first time in a few days and she says she'll meet him there, that they need to talk. She's only been to the Spread Eagle briefly in passing once or twice, never stayed for any appreciable time, though it's not because she's worried about the Down or because she isn't curious, but rather - especially now that she's associated with the SIN guards, even if it's still pretty flimsy at this point - to give Jacob his space.

She has a manila folder under one arm when she walks in today though, fresh bruises, and her hair half the length it was the last time she came around. She still smiles - her small, wry one - and waves when she spots him though.

[ A digital invite arrives! It's a photo of a very nice looking butt wearing lacy red lingerie, pulled up to show off a tattoo of a red heart with devil horns and a spade-tipped tail. Some might recognise said butt and tattoo as belonging to Harley Quinn.

Underneath, in flowy font, is written: ]

PLEASE COME TO OUR
TOTALLY ROMANTIC VALENTINE'S ORGY!

FRIENDS AND COMPANIONS AND +1'S WELCOME
BYOT (BRING YOUR OWN TOYS)
AT THE WAREHOUSE, VALENTINE'S WEEKEND (ALL WEEKEND!!)

~ LOVE AND KISSES,
HARLEY & HELLBOY ~
XOXOXOXOX

[ And another message just for Jacob: ]

and an extra kiss from me x

Funny story: I'm set to be in the people Zoo for about a week starting this morning. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, didn't want to worry you.

[ It's the next day when she swings by, and she's glad to do it. Maybe it's a little fancy for her tastes (because of the absence of the scrap piles and half-severed limbs of Omnics for decoration, for instance), but she gets in there, inhales as she starts to poke around looking for this Frye bloke and picks it up. That after bite of sweat and blood, dirt that never quite got out and then she sighed out.

Finally. Home.

It's a bit more digging around before she finally sees pointed in his direction, his office. She bangs on the door frame, sticking her head in and clearing her throat: ]

You that Frye fella?

[ And true to her word, she is as she said. Big. All seven feet that had to stoop to fit under the door frame. Spikes jutting from her forehead, another foot of spiked hair and an ill-fitting hoodie to ward off the cold that only just barely fit across her broad shoulders. ]

[ Right after that announcement on the TV, he's already reaching for his phone. ]

you see that thing from the Creator guy?

Delivery

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