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Characters: Colette Brunel, open.
Setting: Everywhere! December 26th-28th.
Format: Any you like!
Summary: After the event!
Warnings: None! Unless moeness counts?

[Colette remembered Christmas last year. It was such fun! A happy celebration to help distract people from the painful events they suffered. And why not have another Christmas celebration this year for the exact same reason?

Besides, everyone was fighting to get out of the tower and return to their homes. Who knows if they would succeed? Colette was sure there was a way to save everyone but any sort of encouragement was good, especially after recent events. So what about a good luck charm for everyone?

So, early December, she had decided to give presents. For a while, she spent time in the workshop. She was not exactly a skilled craftsman but she tried her hardest. By December 26th, Colette had made several wooden carvings of dogs - or at least vaguely-shaped like dogs. Again, Colette isn't a very good craftsman.

For the next few days, she can be found exploring the tower. If you bump into her, Colette will hand a funny wooden figurine thing to you.]

Hey! Here, this is for you. I know it's not much, but it's a good-luck charm! We all need one in this place.

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[Diarmuid turns the carving over in his hands. Beside him, Mac an Chuill puts his head nearly into Diarmuid's hands trying to get a sniff at what his owner has been given.]

Hey you, stop that.

[He pushes the dog back before addressing Colette again.]

I can tell that much, but why are you giving out wooden dog figures as Christmas presents? Do you like dogs?

Oh, I love dogs! They are so happy and friendly! What's this one's name? [And she puts a hand forward so she can pet him.] I bet he's a Bubbles! That's a nice name for him. [Colette plz]

Anyway, I thought I'd give them out to make people happy. We've only got a few months left and everyone needs all the good luck they can get so we can all escape the tower!

Bubbles? Um...no. His name is Mac an Chuill.

[Granted, Bubbles is a lot easier to pronounce.]

So this is a good luck charm? That is very thoughtful of you. You are right. We could use all the luck we can get right now.

[Some more than others...]

Oh.....sorry.....shall I call him Macky then? It sound cute!

Ah...it's nothing. I just wanted to help in any way I can.

I...don't know if he would answer to that...

[Diarmuid looks down at the dog who is wagging his tail, a happy expression in his eyes.]

Or maybe he will. He's strange like that.

[He holds out the wooden dog.]

It's not nothing. You spent a lot of time on these and you didn't have to. Be proud of your work, Colette.

Well.....I guess I could try? [And she calls to the dog.] Come here, Macky!

[Mac an Chuill tilts his large head curiously. He is smart enough to know he is being called, but he also knows it's not his name she's calling. His eyes shift from Colette to Diarmuid as if he is looking for an answer to his confusion. Diarmuid smiles and then motions toward her. Mac an Chuill takes this as permission and trots over to her side, looking up at her with wide eyes.]

Care to pet him? Just watch out for the tongue. He is fond of giving kisses.

Ah! He responded! [She's so overjoyed by this. And she doesn't mind the tongue - she just pets him anyway, letting him 'kiss' her hand.]

Mackie, aren't you a good boy? Your tail is so cute!

His tail?

[Diarmuid gives her a confused look. What is so cute about a dog's tail? Mac an Chuill doesn't seem confused, though. He just soaks up the attention with a happy woof or two.]

Yes! See how it's wagging? [SHUT UP. DOGGY TAILS ARE THE BEST.]

Yes, so? They give away how what they are attached to is feeling whether they wish it or not.

[Someone still remembers how much of a pain his tail was...]

[RUDE.] Is that a bad thing though? They can tell us that they are having fun or if they are sad and they want us to pet them!

[Hey, he is allowed to have his own opinion. He wore the tail for almost a month, after all!]

And as I said, what if they don't want us to know those things?

[Did animals even think like that? Perhaps that is only a problem humans cursed with tails have...]

But.....well, I guess I didn't think of that. [And her smile has faded. :(]

[Mac an Chuill presses his head into her hand to try and cheer her up while Diarmuid frowns, trying to figure out why what he said upset her so.]

Did I say something wrong? It is only my opinion. You are free to have your own.

Ah, no......I just didn't think of that sort of thing before. [She has the tendency to keep problems to herself, after all.]

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

Smile, Colette. We are talking of dogs' tails wagging, not the end of the world. There is no reason to be so down...