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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]

...Baby sheep?

[He has never been compared to baby sheep before.]

Ah...Thank you, madam.

[snowghoul]

Yes. How you say... lamb, yes?

[Have a stiff nod.] You are welcome. I will join choir.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Lambs are good animals where he comes from. Sacrificial lambs and such. That is a compliment, right?]

That is wonderful news, madam. I gather you have never taken part in a choir before?

[snowghoul]

[In Abbey's eyes, it's not really the best thing to be called...]

Not normie choir. But I am singing in Yetish groups back on mountaintop.

[senseandcecilbility]

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Yetish.

[What a twist of fate.]

[snowghoul]

Yes.

[senseandcecilbility]

[But.]

Forgive me for saying so, madam. I do not doubt your word...However you do not look like the yeti I have seen.

[snowghoul]

[She sighs irritably.] How many times I must be explaining self. [She pulls out her iCoffin and pulls up a picture of a yeti.]

Is my cousin Frostilev. I am growing up with him on Himalayan mountain.

[senseandcecilbility]

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[What.

What.]

M-my apologies, madam.

[What else can he say after that explanation that won't go terribly wrong?]

[snowghoul]

[She'll sigh again.] Too meek.

When will choir start.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Madam, I have the impression that you do not appreciate meekness.]

...When we have enough carolers.

[snowghoul]

[She's a bit of a tough cookie! So it's not something she understands, sadly :c]

How many of carolers you are looking for.

[senseandcecilbility]

Oh, it is an amateur choir and we are doing for amusement's sake, so the most precise answer would be as many as we can gather.