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( MERRY SHITSCRAM ) december 9th, 10:30 AM
( a post arrives on the network with no identification, much like the alerts regarding the visitors and the feast in late november. this one, luckily, is more like the latter than the former. )
etc etc.
So! Back in the good old days of Containment Zone Uno, we had some yearly holiday traditions. A little bit of cold, a little bit of potentially mortal injury, a little mistletoe, and some good old-fashioned magnanimous gift-giving. Unfortunately, we were unable to secure the mistletoe this year, something something flesh-eating accident down in Botany, but we're right on track with the rest.
Beginning with gifts.
HOW THIS WORKS: You tell us what you want. We give it to you. We give you the actual thing, not some fucked-up version that teaches you to be careful what you wish for.
HOW THIS DOESN'T WORK: You wishing to go home. You wishing to change your reality at home. You wishing to bring someone from home here. You looking a gift horse in the mouth by asking fifty questions and wasting our time. This is how you lose your wishing privileges, and then you'll be sitting there in bed thinking, "God, I wish I'd just shut up and asked for a unicorn."
WHAT CAN WE DO: Basically anything. We've given you 164 tubs of ice cream and made your arms rot right off their stumps. Just try us.
Offer closes in 72 hours.
( all wishes, once accepted, will arrive (in whatever form they take) on december 20th. )
etc etc.
Beginning with gifts.
HOW THIS WORKS: You tell us what you want. We give it to you. We give you the actual thing, not some fucked-up version that teaches you to be careful what you wish for.
HOW THIS DOESN'T WORK: You wishing to go home. You wishing to change your reality at home. You wishing to bring someone from home here. You looking a gift horse in the mouth by asking fifty questions and wasting our time. This is how you lose your wishing privileges, and then you'll be sitting there in bed thinking, "God, I wish I'd just shut up and asked for a unicorn."
WHAT CAN WE DO: Basically anything. We've given you 164 tubs of ice cream and made your arms rot right off their stumps. Just try us.
Offer closes in 72 hours.
( all wishes, once accepted, will arrive (in whatever form they take) on december 20th. )
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( considering the average lifespan here, that is. )
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ten crates. big ones, like the crate Reynir stowed away in. five with ammunition, five with first aid supplies.
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( on the morning of the 20th, ten large crates will be stacked around her cabin. five hold a wide variety of ammunition, both for their own guns and for guns they've never even seen. while a bit of the ammo is still in its respective boxes (just enough to compare the loose bullets/rounds to a box to see what each might be), most is a mishmash of loose ammo to pick through.
the first aid supplies are quite a bit tidier. one entire crate is full of bandaging of various forms, from regular white gauze to ace bandages to wacky band-aids with a variety of words and designs on them. another is half antiseptic and hydrogen peroxide, half cremes (antibiotic ointment, topical aloe vera gel, etc.). another is entirely full of different sorts of braces/splints/slings, for assistance with broken limbs (this crate isn't packed very tightly, since a lot of those take up extra space), and also a pair of crutches. a fourth, various bottles of pills and oral medications at varying levels of fullness (aspirin, tylenol, antihistemine, laxative, cough syrup that tastes godawful, etc). the fifth is just miscellanea, feel free to handwave some unconventional shit in there (there's definitely a 'tentacle chafing creme' for example, who knows if someone will need it). )