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[thewidewideworld]

[elf warning}

Seimei and Sinric worked out the elves vanish when greeted with respect.

They have decided to try singing to them. Seimei has been teaching Sinric Christmas carols. Not the modern tacky ones but the older, choral ones. Songs that suit his voice.

Both of them can be found in the main bar, Sinric kneeling before a group of elves as Seimei accompanies on piano.

{ooc: both are taggible but not necessarily simultaneously as muns are in vastly different time-zones.}

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[littlegreycells]

It will be the first Christmas for Poirot since his passing. And he is not sure what he is feeling. He was not one to make a big deal of the day, even before Hastings moved to Argentina, even before Japp's death and Miss Lemon making her way out of London with the Blitz and choosing to not return. He rarely even set foot in church despite considering himself a devout Catholic. But the holidays always meant there would be something. A gift from far off quarters, an unexpected card, even on one occasion a mystery that required his presence. All that is gone.

But did Poirot truly expect to find any of that in the afterlife? Thus his uncertain feelings.

No matter. He will sit for now, sipping a brandy in front of the fireplace, reading a work by Ariadne Oliver (another sorely missed friend).

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: The Sandhu kids clash with Zack, and Brooke meets her match. Gil has his first stage disaster, and there's rebellion in the air at the school concert.]

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[cottoncandypink]

[oom: “The hell’s he mad at me for?” Wilford asked.

“He says you shot him in the face.”]