[On the 6th, Mirabel will find waiting out for her a cheerfully decorated basket, festooned with ribbons and bows. Inside the basket, there are a few things, all individually wrapped and meticulously neat:
- A box of little sugar cookies, cut into the shape of simple butterflies. - An empty embroidery hoop, a couple of needles, and floss in a few colors. - A tiny birthday cake, pleasantly spiced in scent with not a bit of chocolate in sight. - And the main gift - a sleeveless wrap dress in baby blue, with little pink flowers embroidered at the hem.
Tucked atop it all, there is a note, smelling faintly of peppermint and written in a faintly effeminate hand.]
To Mirabel:
It must be very difficult, landing in such a strange situation just before your birthday. Your Uncle Bruno told me it was coming, and I wanted to see to it that you could have a bit of fun.
The cookies and cake I baked myself. I took care to make sure you could eat them!
Bruno mentioned that you like to stitch. There is a hoop to fill with something when you need to take your mind from things.
I took a bit of a guess with the dress - I hope you like it. It wraps around you and ties, so the size is flexible. It is a little simple, but the fabric is soft, and it has been a long time since I have had reason to make one.
I hope that you have a very nice day, fur or no fur.
[Mirabel wasn't sure what to expect when she found the cute basket. But when she looks through it, she's in awe of how incredibly sweet this gift is. She's had a rough couple of days - the transformation hurt (though hurt less thanks to her uncle), and she's been dealing with awful thoughts about her new monster form.
This was the pick-me-up she desperately needed. Her birthday... she nearly forgot about it.
After reading the letter, she tears up. Tears fall down her face, but she's not... unhappy.
[One morning Mirabel will wake up to find someone has added something to her glasses. It's a carefully woven strap with stretchy ends, the same teal colour as her skirt, with little yellow butterflies along its length, just perfect for keeping her glasses on her head now that her ears aren't in the same place.
Whatever it's made of is soft and the weaving looks painstakingly handmade, as though it took a while and was possibly unravelled and redone a few times. It's just secured to her glasses as though it's always been there, a little slip of green paper with a heart drawn on it next to it.]
[There's only one person that Mirabel can think of that would do that for her, and after fastening on her new glasses, she goes to his room and slips a little piece of paper under his door.
I know we have not spoken verry much, but I was just thinking - I am getting ready to go shop for a bit more fabr ic and thread, and I thought perhaps I would ask if you would like to come?
You do not have to, but if you are interested, I would be more than happy to meet you or co me to get you!
[Mirabel's been feeling pretty down in the dumps, and mostly staying inside. When she gets a text offering for her to get out of the house and do a bit of shopping... it's... not a bad idea?]
How abou t outside Cafe Guro? That way we are al ready in the middle of town. Unless you would be more comfortable for me to meetyou closer and walk with you?
[She wants him to meet her closer, but she's pretty far out there. She can't ask that of him, no matter how uncomfortable she feels going out by herself.]
[But Alfred...knows better than that. Has heard how hard this has been for her, and...well, he can't help but imagine her, scared, anxious, walking through town -
So it's actually about halfway between the Cafe and her residence that he finds her. His horns are bigger than last time they saw each other, his ears pulled to a point - but of course the change is less dramatic than hers all the same.
He takes it in stride, waving to her as he walks up.]
[Elsa's hands move faster than her thoughts, as soon as she sees the post Mirabel accidentally made. The last thing she wants is to get into it with anyone from either god faction, but-]
can't let her get caught up in it can't let them try and sway her
[But she can't let a young girl who's clearly having a rough time be swayed to the side of beings who clearly don't care, as much as they try and say they do.]
Mirabel. I know you might be getting a lot of attention for that accident. I know people are going to be annoyed just because of the question. You didn't do anything wrong.
But I just want you to know that no matter what anyone says, for someone like you? There's nothing good about getting involved with either of the gods.
I know. You're not one to stir up trouble or cause any sort of infighting. I'm sorry you were unlucky because of the chaos of this place.
There are some people who have reasons I can... somewhat understand. Those who feel some sort of gratitude to the fog for taking them from worlds or times that are even worse than here. But for someone like you, with a wonderful family and a bright future ahead of you back home? You don't need to mess with the gods like that.
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag! (Happy Birthday!)
Date: 2022-03-06 11:19 am (UTC)From:- A box of little sugar cookies, cut into the shape of simple butterflies.
- An empty embroidery hoop, a couple of needles, and floss in a few colors.
- A tiny birthday cake, pleasantly spiced in scent with not a bit of chocolate in sight.
- And the main gift - a sleeveless wrap dress in baby blue, with little pink flowers embroidered at the hem.
Tucked atop it all, there is a note, smelling faintly of peppermint and written in a faintly effeminate hand.]
To Mirabel:
It must be very difficult, landing in such a strange situation just before your birthday. Your Uncle Bruno told me it was coming, and I wanted to see to it that you could have a bit of fun.
The cookies and cake I baked myself. I took care to make sure you could eat them!
Bruno mentioned that you like to stitch. There is a hoop to fill with something when you need to take your mind from things.
I took a bit of a guess with the dress - I hope you like it. It wraps around you and ties, so the size is flexible. It is a little simple, but the fabric is soft, and it has been a long time since I have had reason to make one.
I hope that you have a very nice day, fur or no fur.
Sincerely,
Alfred Schreiber
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Date: 2022-03-06 03:16 pm (UTC)From:This was the pick-me-up she desperately needed. Her birthday... she nearly forgot about it.
After reading the letter, she tears up. Tears fall down her face, but she's not... unhappy.
Thank you, Alfred.]
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Date: 2022-03-08 05:19 am (UTC)From:Whatever it's made of is soft and the weaving looks painstakingly handmade, as though it took a while and was possibly unravelled and redone a few times. It's just secured to her glasses as though it's always been there, a little slip of green paper with a heart drawn on it next to it.]
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Date: 2022-03-13 03:19 am (UTC)From:"Thank you for extra addition to my glasses.
Love you, tio. <3"
< ausername > - Text
Date: 2022-03-11 03:11 am (UTC)From:I know we have not spoken verry much, but I was just thinking - I am getting ready to go shop for a bit more fabr
ic and thread, and I thought perhaps I would ask if you would like to come?
You do not have to, but if you are interested, I would be more than happy to meet you or co me to get you!
--Alfred S.
< Mariposa >
Date: 2022-03-11 03:53 am (UTC)From:That sounds awesome! Where should I meet you?
< ausername >
Date: 2022-03-13 03:59 am (UTC)From:How abou t outside Cafe Guro? That way we are al
ready in the middle of town. Unless you would be more comfortable for me to meetyou closer and walk with you?
< Mariposa >
Date: 2022-03-13 04:01 am (UTC)From:The cafe is fine. I can meet you there.
< ausername > > Action
Date: 2022-03-13 04:16 am (UTC)From:[But Alfred...knows better than that. Has heard how hard this has been for her, and...well, he can't help but imagine her, scared, anxious, walking through town -
So it's actually about halfway between the Cafe and her residence that he finds her. His horns are bigger than last time they saw each other, his ears pulled to a point - but of course the change is less dramatic than hers all the same.
He takes it in stride, waving to her as he walks up.]
Mirabel! Over here!
<queenoficeolation> [during the misfire event]
Date: 2022-03-16 02:12 am (UTC)From:can't let her get caught up in it can't let them try and sway her
[But she can't let a young girl who's clearly having a rough time be swayed to the side of beings who clearly don't care, as much as they try and say they do.]
Mirabel.
I know you might be getting a lot of attention for that accident. I know people are going to be annoyed just because of the question.
You didn't do anything wrong.
But I just want you to know that no matter what anyone says, for someone like you?
There's nothing good about getting involved with either of the gods.
< Mariposa >
Date: 2022-03-16 02:47 am (UTC)From:I don't want to get involved with them. I guess I just want to understand.
<queenoficeolation>
Date: 2022-04-04 02:58 am (UTC)From:You're not one to stir up trouble or cause any sort of infighting.
I'm sorry you were unlucky because of the chaos of this place.
There are some people who have reasons I can... somewhat understand.
Those who feel some sort of gratitude to the fog for taking them from worlds or times that are even worse than here.
But for someone like you, with a wonderful family and a bright future ahead of you back home?
You don't need to mess with the gods like that.
<Grappled> 4/10
Date: 2022-04-19 08:32 pm (UTC)From:Feel free to bring food or any supplies you like. I'll be supplying both as well. Just to make things easier on people starting.
I'll put out some of my embroidery if we wanna compare notes. Seems like that'd be fun to do too.
-Tawna
[Included with the text is instructions on how to find Tawna's apartment.]