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long days and pleasant nights, sai!

ye were the one wanted to learn about guns, aye? how they're made and work?

There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!

Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!

[It's been wonderful seeing Ray around the Hill House again... As a snail person. Ah well, better than having to deal with Mana fucking up an order. Ya know what's even better than that?

Zack knocking on the door and sounding like an excited kid.]

HEY! HEY, RAY! THERE'S A BAR IN TOWN THAT HAS SOME KIND OF DRINK THAT TURNS YOU HUMAN FOR A WHILE! THEY'RE HAVING A FREE DRINKS DAY SOON!

Hello Rachel, it's Doctor Danny! [He says, as if she wouldn't immediately realize it was him based on username alone.] I'm not sure if you've heard the news yet or not, but I will no longer be conducting therapy sessions at the clinic, so I'd like to discuss some things with you, if you have a moment to spare.

sorry to bug you again so soon

but would you know how to alter pants to deal with a tail

the fog is really messing with my skeleton this time around

Hi, Rachel.

I have a bit of a strange question that I'm sorry to ask.

Does your dad talk to you about people he kills?

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[ This should've been sent first. She realizes that now. Shit. ]

Rachel?
Are you okay?
I'm sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time about what I did.
I'm not going to say a single thing about you, I promise.

Miss Gardner.

It's Atem.

Thanks for what you did. I know I asked you for something impossible...but it meant a lot that you were willing to try. And that you didn't leave, until it was over.

hey, rachel. this is niina. that newcomer you answered all those questions for.

[She feels so dumb this is like a form letter.]

if someone wanted to join the fog god how would they do it?

Yo! I've got an idea I'd like to talk to you about, for a Mana ability. I want to see what you think of it!

[In the mail that comes with the dawn, there is a package.]

[It's neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, and the address and the recipient's name is picked out so neatly on the front of the parcel that you'd almost think it was printed, and not merely the sender's handwriting. Below the layers of paper and string there is a cotton wrapped notebook, carefully hand bound in pale leather, tattooed with delicate filigree patterns and filled with extremely high quality paper. The only thing accompanying the notebook is a note in the same exceedingly neat hand.]

Use it well.

-GM

Rachel?
i need to ask you for a sort of weird favor.

On Christmas Eve, Rachel's work area has a new addition. The box is neatly wrapped in soft, sage-green paper decorated with printed holly leaves, and tied with a red ribbon and a tag that simply states in Gabriel's handwriting: Rachel.

When opened, the box contains homemade lebkuchen, and a second parcel, carefully wrapped in tissue paper. Inside, there is a brand new sewing kit, with suture needles, grips, forceps, and a scalpel. The most curious part of it is the leather the case it's contained in, which appears to be made from freckled leather...

[ The next time Steve encounters Rachel following the 25th, he has a couple of things to pass off to her:

A basket filled with miscellaneous craft supplies with an aesthetic he thinks Rachel will appreciate. He does not know what felting is, but some kits for it were on sale.

A stack of mad libs. He got these for all the other kids, therefore she's getting some, too. Fun???

A nice femur from his pantry. ]

[A sloppily wrapped package with a card is left for Rachel!!

Inside the package is a somewhat lopsided but cute (and HUGE) Ace the Pangolin plushie from the arcade, a small bag of dog treats, and some cute holographic stickers.

The card reads, in Sonic's somewhat messy handwriting;

"TO MY FAVORITE BAD GUY =D

Happy Nattenwhatever and merry chrismas!! I wasnt sure what to get you but this doll is pretty cute and soft and I figured you could put the stickers on your shell or whatever if/when you go back to being the GigaSnail!! the dog treats are a joke but they actually smell really good??? anyway thanks for being my friend

Neapoliteen Strawberry OUT!! (That's me, SONIC)"

There's a stick figure drawing of Rachel (as a slime) and Sonic (as his normal furry hedgehog form that she hasn't actually seen...) at the bottom of the card]

[ Riley isn’t quite sure if Rachel can like…eat the same as other people. She’ll give her some gingersnaps, if she can, but! The main gift is something that looks a little out of a different time period. The 1980’s, in fact.

Rachel’s gift is a cassette player, with a note that says not to listen to it around other people. When she turns it on, she’ll find it’s a custom recorded 8-track of various cold cases, all recited by Riley herself. There’s the case of the Black Dahlia, the Chicago Tylenol murders, and more.

For the nights she can’t send a new bedtime story, the note continues. November was...pretty busy, after all. ]

[After seeing that toy mouse, Niina knew what to give. It's a wooden box, a jewelry box to be precise. Made out of some very nicely made exotic wood. (That Niina totally didn't steal from a victim. Perish the thought.)

Niina has taken out the drawers for specific jewelry, though. It's sloppily done but it looks like she tried to make it into a box for sewing supplies. There's also a seashell charm plus key ring in the box. For when she's back to being a slime.

There's a very stiffly written 'Happy Nattenfest - Niina' slipped in, too.]

You're really good at giving gifts. The temple artists couldn't have done a better job on the bodies of the gods. Are the teeth from anyone in particular, or do they just look cool?

[Mukuro had to find someone who makes custom toys for this, because Ray's worth it, but there's a pair of stuffed animals on her bed the next time she returns home in Dyster. One is a blue snailgirl, soft and malleable - the body is filled with beanbag stuffing in an elastic material, while the shell is more solidly stuffed to keep its shape. It'd make a decent pillow. The other is a mini-Molly!

'Rachel - I hope these can keep you company til the next time we're able to see each other.' The note is signed with a pawprint, as well as Mukuro's name.]

[Happy Nattensfest Ray! Reira's made some sort of toy animal out of bags and gel beads. It looks sort of like a puppy. She tried her best. The card with it says that she wanted to make extra sure that Ray could hold it and not worry about gooping over it or something.]

[Sometime shortly after this thread--]

Rachel, are you there? I just want to make sure that you're alright.

[Maybe not emotionally she won't be because, well, when is Rachel ever, but physically at least he is checking to make sure Aunamee did not in fact kill her or something based on what he's heard by now.]

[The message comes late at night.]

Rachel. Dear Rachel.

[A long pause.]

Are you still alive?

[He's brought everyone in the house together for a conversation and made a firm request: no one from the broadcast on Hill House property, for safety. He is not exactly surprised by the disagreement, but he is surprised by who it comes from.]

[It doesn't show. He's calmly impassive when he turns to Ray, nodding in invitation for her to speak.]

What are your objections, then?

[On the day of the broadcast, a small group of humans plus a robot sat around a worn out television set in the apartment belonging to one of the humans. Saint Flora was supposed to be a safe space so Niina's little group decided to watch it elsewhere. The results had been... mixed? They only had watched so far before Niina pulled the cord on the television. It had taken hours to calm them enough to come back with her to the academy.

She wasn't going to eat them or their loved ones, she promised. She wasn't going to break that promise.

But that left Niina... feeling off. She needed to talk to someone. Wakaba would have been the closest person but her fellow Saint Flora resident made it very clear that she hated the Fog. Mukuro... was strong but it's clear that Niina wasn't half as strong in that regard. She trusted Mukuro but this wasn't a worry she could admit to someone who's resolve was steel.

There's only one other Fog follower that she feels that she can turn to.]

hey rachel, this is niina. it's been a while. i'm not going to say shit about the broadcast--they're adults. they can make their decisions and it's their choice.

[That was the tenets of the Fog, after all... but it reminded her of her behavior during the last arrivals. How she lost control. She didn't like it.]

but it got me thinking. there's got to be different ways to serve the fog, right? i had an idea to keep us followers safe but shit i dunno. maybe it's too naive.

[One fo the first things Maya is sure to do the moment she wakes up in a fleshy, mermaidy body again is contact Rachel. She's been waiting to do so, to be herself, so that it comes across right.]

Hey Rachel,

it's Maya. I wanted to give you an apology, but I wasn't sure if you would want to see me in person, so, here's this!

I didn't consider your feelings, or justice, or literally anyone at all when I did what I did to Aunamee. I was a shade and I was *all* anger, all vengeance, no matter what I told myself. I didn't think about you or even myself or the people close to me. I should have kept better control, and you and others got hurt as a result of it.

I wanted to say sorry now that I'm not a shade so you can know that it's honest. And it isn't because I don't want you to be mad at me; I understand if you wouldn't like to talk to me again.

But you deserve the apology. I shouldn't have made your life harder just to appease my own anger. I'm sorry for what I did, and for what I said and how I acted.

I hope things don't get too unsafe for you because of me, and if they do and you want me to, I'll do what I can to fix what I've done.

Take care,

Maya

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, RACHEL GARDNER. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 000.00.000.00

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