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[senseandcecilbility]

[Preaching is something Kevin can do blindfolded, but socializing is not by far his specialty. In fact, right now he wishes he was blindfolded. And yet he is braving the terrifying audience of strangers to deliver his very important invitation. It is that time of the year, after all.]

G-good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Please allow me to apologize for infringing on your time. However, I wonder if any of you would be interested in joining a little amateur choir? The city seems odd without proper Christmas carols, wouldn’t you agree? Fortunately, I have had the honor of directing a few church choirs in the past, and happened to find a place that seems just right. [He casts an uncertain glance over his shoulder, revealing a dark and creepy museum hall.] …As long as one refrain from feeding the penguins, I suppose. [He redirects his attention to the tablet with a self-conscious cough.] Perfect acoustics, I tell you!

Ah, and for those adventurous enough to give it a try, there will be cookies and hot cocoa after every rehearsal.

[Cookies and hot cocoa should not be viewed as a bribery for heaven. Not at all. Why, even the most prayerful can use a little nudge now and then.]

Comments

[senseandcecilbility]

[Don't even ask.]

In that case, you are still invited for tea and cookies.

[You gain points for not being a creeper.]

[anklets]

[She

shan't.]

A kind offer. If I've a moment to spare this Christmas, I'll remember it.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Good girl!]

Oh, I see. A busy time of the year, isn't it?

[anklets]

I've more than one friend whose birthday cuts it a little close to the holiday. [ allen this is taking this martyr emulation a bit far, ha ha ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Good Lord.]

Well, please do make sure both you and your friend are warm. If by any chance you need help, we have spare sweaters.

[Because Allen cannot have enough ugly sweaters.]

[anklets]

I wouldn't say no, ehehehe...

[senseandcecilbility]

Wonderful. Then please come to the museum as soon as you can. I shall keep a few sweaters for you.

[She would be surprised at the number of people who refused them! Kevin doesn't understand why.]

[anklets]

[A laugh bubbles up before she can politely stifle it.] H-How many have you got?

[senseandcecilbility]

Oh...[He does a quick math. Angels are wonderful at it!] Two hundred fifty three.

[anklets]

Oh! I suppose a handful shan't be any detriment to you, then, ehehe...

[senseandcecilbility]

If you know anyone who needs them as well, please let us know.

[Nothing says Merry Christmas like ugly sweaters.]

[anklets]

It's very kind of you, Mister Cecil. Are there any with reindeer?

[senseandcecilbility]

[In response to her inquiry, he shows the camera an awful reindeer sweater. The artisan has taken a very liberal approach to what reindeer are supposed to look like. One, in particular, seems to be foaming in hellish fury while attempting to cannibalize its companion’s antlers. ]

[anklets]

[Um!]

Um!

[senseandcecilbility]

[He notices her hesitation.]

Isn't that what you were looking for?

[There is the sound of a butler going through hundreds of ugly sweaters in a desperate attempt to please the nice lady.]

[anklets]

[She isn't sure that is what anyone would be looking for.] I hadn't thought they would look quite like- [ that ] that...

[senseandcecilbility]

Craftsmanship is a little underdeveloped in these lands, but I believe they have the right idea.

[He is also blinded by the spirit of Christmas.]

[anklets]

A sweater is a sweater, I suppose.