✞ || THREE || [video]

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Santa didn't come.

[Most children might seem saddened or even distraught at this, but Midii seems almost...relieved.  Despite the circles under her eyes betraying a lack of sleep, she is awake and alert.  There are hints of a smile on her face, and she even appears to be sitting right in the middle of the park, on a wooden bench.]

In fact, everything about yesterday was...nice.  Maybe the best Christmas I've ever had.

[There is a couple walking along a path just behind her.  They are smiling and laughing.]

[Midii's own expression seems to brighten.]

There were presents at my door.  I know people left them there.  I don't know who, but thank you.

[A young man passes by in the opposite direction.  He is scratching his head and appears flustered.]

[Midii's face twists into a sudden look of confusion.]

Bakura and Ginny, I...hope you like your gifts.  I wasn't sure what to get, but I remembered...

[She trails off as a young girl runs past, loudly sobbing and wiping at her cheeks hurriedly.]

[Midii's own eyes fill with tears, even though she doesn't seem sad.]

And...Trowa...I still...

[She winces before she could finish the thought, however, arms going for her upper abdomen, right around where her diaphragm would be, as she leans forward.]

My...my stomach...it hurts....

[Her words have steadily been growing more labored.  Like she's having a difficult time breathing.]

Qu'arrive à moi!?


((ooc: Poor Child's empathy powers are going into overload the day after Christmas.  Problem is...she still hasn't figured out she has them yet.))

[ Video ]

[coffeeking]

[Ianto looks out of sorts when he pops up on screen. He's in his house, an unlit Christmas tree in the background, and it doesn't look as if he's been home long. He's only stopped in to check on something, and now he's addressing the network, on the verge of being very, very worried. He clears his throat uncomfortably.]

Has anyone seen or heard from Jack Harkness? I've been trying to contact him, but I haven't had any luck all day. [He shifts, his mouth turning down at the edges] I wouldn't be so concerned, but he isn't answering his communicator. I-- I don't think the call is even going through.

[His voice was a little rough around the edges at that last part, because he knows what this could mean. But he'll deny it and deny it until he can't anymore.]

[Private to Zevran]
...Is he with you? It's fine if he is, just...let me know, please.
[It isn't really fine if he is, but Ianto will pretend like it is and suck up his pride and ask.]

[Private to Zatanna]
Did you like your gift? I'm sorry I just dropped it off and didn't stick around long.
[Distracting himself, distracting himself...]

[video]

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie is in an absolute panic when she appears on the screen. Despite it being late afternoon, she's still in her pajamas, and she looks...frazzled. Hair's messed up, eyes swollen from crying. She's standing in the middle of batgirl house, and she rubs at her eyes before she manages to talk.]

I...I looked everywhere, I mean, everywhere, everywhere she goes, everywhere she could be...I, her phone is here, it's in her...in her room and I just...she's not here!

[She looks around as if expecting something to change. Cass has been the only real constant for Charlie since she arrived. Babs left, all the Bats bounced in and out constantly, Josh disappeared, even May had vanished for a bit. But Cass was always there. And now...now she wasn't.]

Has anyone...I mean...[Charlie is back to looking at the camera.] Has anyone seen Cass? Cassandra Cain? I just...I mean, I can find people. I don't mean to find people I just...I can. And I can't. She's...

[She lets out a sudden breath and seems to wilt, and it looks like she's probably about to start crying again.]

...I think she's gone.

[Before she can start to cry her hand darts out to shut off the phone.]

003 | VIDEO (backdated to late on the 25th)

[maskurbates]

[The video focuses on a headless G.I. Joe figure lying on its stomach. The floor surrounding it is scorched and riddled with small holes that, upon closer inspection, seem to have been caused by the doll's missile launcher arms. Suddenly, a foot wearing a black leather dress shoe appears in the frame, whereupon it proceeds to stomp the doll to pieces.]

Real fuckin' funny, Calendar Man.

[Yes, Black Mask, breathing hard and positively snarling, sounds very amused.]

You're on my list now, you demented whackjob. What the hell were you thinking? You can take your goddamn Merry Christmas and shove it up your ass.

[Private (separately) to Oswald Cobblepot and Two-Face, a bit later when he is calmer:]

I'd like your professional opinion on something.

£ 029.

[psychomancy]

[gemma is sitting on her rooftop, looking up at the sky, thoughtful. though she hasn't for a while, she's begun thinking about home: her friends, her duties... her father. she's silent for a few moments, and is quiet when she speaks.]

Do you... I mean, I know time apparently stops when we leave our worlds, but--do you ever wonder... What might happen if it didn't? If people we know might just move on... change, or heal.? If things might go differently when we're gone? Maybe... better.

[she falls silent, not really sure where she was going with this.]

I know, it's a silly notion. Anyway, I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and a happy Boxing Day.