[OOC] Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

[Slypheed]

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Which answer keeps me from getting nuked?

@Zarkun

Take a guess

[Zarkun]

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Take a guess

@Slypheed

Ummm....no?

[Lennon79]

But I'm a pleb...

[Zarkun]

But I'm a pleb...

@Lennon79

Then I shall melt your brain as little as possible. Since it's melting my brain.

[Raven_Operative]

The thought that my exams are finally over has filled me with determination.

[Zarkun]

Just one more assignment and assessment, then I can go on break. I WILL BE FREE!

[Kitsune]

Soon freedom!

[Zarkun]

I'll post come Friday or Saturday. Today's my wife's and I's anniversary so I'm taking the day off.

[Raven_Operative]

My internet is very spotty (and will be for the next few weeks since I'm visiting my parents for the remainder of the month), but it shouldn't affect my posting too much. Just might be a day or two delay sometimes (not that that's unusual). Just waitin on the RP to move on a bit before I make my next post.

Edit: I think Leon's ded.

[Zarkun]

@SlypheedI apologize, I forgot to include the mention in my post.

[Lennon79]

I is not ded.
I just don't have much pc access atm. Will post as soon as I can, promise.

[Lennon79]

And now the big question; how badly have I killed this RP with my absence..?

[Zarkun]

Still here.

[Raven_Operative]

We've had longer breaks than this. It won't die. This thing is turning out to be pretty damn resilient.

[Zarkun]

It is Christmas time too, so the holidays are a factor.

[Raven_Operative]

Yeah, not surprised that we aren't getting a lot of action going. I can get a post going tomorrow. Or maybe tonight. We'll see.

EDIT: I think now more than ever, we should be making use of the mentions though. Just to make sure everyone still knows this is a thing and hasn't forgotten it.

[Slypheed]

EDIT: I think now more than ever, we should be making use of the mentions though. Just to make sure everyone still knows this is a thing and hasn't forgotten it.

@Raven_Operative

Well, seeing as I open tabs of this RP every time I restart my comp, I'd say I haven't forgotten. o 3o

Just the standard Holiday shiz has made it pretty hard to put together a post. (Along with friends pressuring me to play games with them)

[caliban22]

still here.

[Raven_Operative]

Aaaaand as is my tradition around holidays, here we go: A holiday themed slightly OC post. (I'll write up my proper post in a few days time)

I'm assuming that Christmas does exist in the VC universe, but is just tied to Yggdism rather than Christianity.

Lilly's Holiday Post

December 24th - 2330hrs
"Brr... By the Valkyrur, it's freezing out..." Lilly tucked her head down below the small mountain of wrapped boxes that she was carrying to shield herself from the gusts of wind and snow. Christmas had finally come for the militia, and mercifully both sides seemed to have unofficially agreed to cease fighting for a day or two in order to allow their soldiers to celebrate. The only thing Lilly had to worry about fighting for the moment was the blizzard that constantly threatened to topple her precarious stack of gifts.

December 25th - 0100hrs
"_Phew..." Lilly let out a quiet sigh as she snuck her third and final load of packages under the makeshift Christmas tree that had been set up in the lobby of their bunk house. In the days leading up to the holiday, she had spent a small fortune (much to her father's displeasure) on gifts for the squad. Some of the soldiers had received gifts from home and a few of the closer pairs of squadmates had already given gifts to each other, but Lilly could not help but notice that several had been left out. The squad had eventually tumbled to the agreement that they would wait until Christmas morning to open their gifts (in the spirit of the festivities), thereby giving a fair bit of time for Lilly to enact her plan. As the squad's unofficial and self-designated moral officer, she couldn't stand to see people unable to fully enjoy the holiday, and the fun of tearing through gift-wrap early in the morning was an integral part of that! Lilly let out a childish giggle as she finalized her arrangement. She had always held a special kind of love for the Christmas season within her heart, and the fact that the awaited day was almost upon them had her almost giddy with glee.

Lilly only regretted that she didn't know what sort of gift would be best recieved by the majority of the squad members. A shiny new rifle of the latest model for Mr. Hunt, a fancy leather-bound sketch book for Ms. Sykora, and a bottle of fine imperial wine for Sergeant Harald (for she could have sworn that she had seen him enjoying a few glasses of the stuff before) all sat under the tree along with a plethora of other 'generic' gifts for the rest of the squad. Tins of cookies, packages of candy, sweet teas, and of course more alcohol all stood in for what Lilly considered 'proper' gifts for the remainding members of the squad, who she did not know well enough to get anything personally significant. She prayed that they would find them satisfactory. Creeping down the hallway, Lilly made sure she did not wake anyone up with her movement as she headed back to bed. She didn't want anyone to have any obvious link to it being her who had given the presents (despite her likely being the only one with enough money to do it).

December 25th - 0800hrs
I almost feel like this was a mistake... Lilly's excitement had prevented her from getting to sleep quickly, leaving her running on about 4-5 hours of sleep and basically reducing her to a walking zombie. She was a lady. She needed her sleep. The only thing that made it worth it was seeing the looks of surprises on the quieter or shyer members of the squad as they found a mysterious and unexpected present addressed to them under the tree. Lilly herself had received a small music box from Hans (her butler, friend and mentor at home) and a package of her favorite tea from her father. She clutched her gifts to her as she sat down in a chair in the corner and smiled a tired smile. "Merry Christmas, everyone."

Evan's Holiday Post

December 25th - 0810hrs
Evan frowned. It wasn't because of the unexpected gift of wine that he had received (even though he did not drink), for he knew that the gesture meant far more than the actual content of the gift itself. No, what he was frowning about was his own actions. Everyone seemed to be giving gifts to everyone, and despite having received a gift, he had not actually bought or made one to give out himself. This just felt wrong. Voicing his thanks to who ever had given him his gift (for the culprit had not revealed themselves, though he suspected it was the zombie slouching in the corner), Evan quickly headed back to his bunk, where he grabbed an envelope, pen and piece of paper.

"The bearer of this slip is entitled to one (1) week of weapon maintenance, performed by PFC Evan Carn free of charge."

There. The 'gift' was silly, childish and cliche, but what else could he really do on such short notice? At least it was useful, though. His partial engineer training, as well as his mechanical background basically guaranteed that he would be able to strip, clean, and repair a weapon much better than anyone else in the squad (proper engineers exempted, of course. They still had him beat.). The question now was who to give it to? Bons? No. Glaive? No... Rousseau? Well he had talked to her once or twice, but he certainly didn't think that they were considered good friends. Shockingly, the only person who he interacted with enough to make a gift like this seem somewhat appropriate was the damn Darcsen. Evan grimaced, but soldiered on with his plan. Wasn't like he legitimately hated the guy after all, and he wanted to at least give someone something. He was about to head back to the group and deliver his 'gift', when he remembered something else. Quickly scribbling down another line on the slip, he folded it into the envelope and sealed it.

"The bearer of this slip is also entitled to one (1) week of PFC Evan Carn NOT breaking down their doors without knocking."

When he arrived back at the lobby, the festivities had yet to die down, and everyone was still milling about and chatting. Finding Harald and spinning him around, Evan thrust the envelope into the startled Sergeant's hands with a grin. "Here ya are. Merry Christmas, Darcsen."

[Lennon79]

This is a tradition I really should start.