003 ❖ I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas (Backdated to the evening of the 20th)

[noluckduck]

[Action: On your doorstep - first-come, first-serve?]

[Look at this lovely caroller, singing with wild abandon with an unshakable smile on her face! How long has she been at it?

Well, actually, it has been precisely 24 hours since she started.

Her singing suddenly stops, her smile twitches and stops, and she collapses, exhausted.]


[Phone, after a few hours of troubled sleep:]

I don't wanna hear another Christmas carol ever in my life.

... I... got droned, I guess.

[A deep breath. She is tired.] Fuck this town. Fuck. [On several levels. And it's barely been two weeks...]

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[prpl_assistant]

Action

(OK, she had not expected the caroller. But when said caroller collapses on her doorstep? Alarm bells start ringing. She quickly rushes forward to check on the young woman.)

Miss! Are you alright?

(She helps the girl to stand up.)

[phone - erased]

[stoppedhiding]

We all knew there was a risk of punishment. [ Even so, he's having trouble hiding how disturbed he sounds, himself. ]

[phone]

[echoes-sutras.livejournal.com]

Better to be droned then not be but everyone thinks you're a fake anyways...

[eveningcalm]

[phone/erased]

Is that what the town does for punishment, then?

[Coming from an irritable, tired girl who was also droned. :|]