[When Steve gets this message, he'll likely notice the sound of crunching footsteps on a forest floor in the background. If his ears are especially keen, he might even notice that they're being made by two sets of feet.]
Hello, Steve? This is Yor Forger.
I'm really sorry to do this, but I need to ask a big favor of you!
Hello, Steve? This is Yor Forger.
I'm really sorry to do this, but I need to ask a big favor of you!
Yeah, of course.
Is everything all right? Do you need me to come get you?
Is everything all right? Do you need me to come get you?
[She's never sent an out of the blue text before. It's stupidly thrilling in it's own way, even if it's for more aid purposes than socializing.]
This is Hayan Park. We met at camp ... I was on a lot of the morning hikes, haha. Sorry for the random text. I heard you're going to be looking into physical fortifications for neighborhoods and wanted to offer to help.
This is Hayan Park. We met at camp ... I was on a lot of the morning hikes, haha. Sorry for the random text. I heard you're going to be looking into physical fortifications for neighborhoods and wanted to offer to help.
Sure thing. Dr. Strange asked me to put together sand bags. I'll try to courier some sand from the beaches if you wouldn't mind stuffing them.
Pretty good, considering I just started. Why, you got tips for me?
Hello, Steve. This is rather embarrassing, but I'm in a bit of a pickle. Text me back when you're available to chat.
Hi, yes, where are you? I'll be right there.
[ Sunny is Japanese, but an American citizen. So around this time of year, he reflects on the things he is grateful for. He's not at home this year around, but instead he's found himself here where he's made a bunch of friends. A bunch of friends who have already helped him through many obstacles and he still isn't quite sure why.
If you've ever wondered what your HEADSPACE version of yourself is (as in, how Sunny sees you in his mind), perhaps this gift will give you an idea.
Sunny sends a drawing. ]
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-- ☀️
[ feel free to respond or simply receive his gift! ]
If you've ever wondered what your HEADSPACE version of yourself is (as in, how Sunny sees you in his mind), perhaps this gift will give you an idea.
Sunny sends a drawing. ]
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-- ☀️
[ feel free to respond or simply receive his gift! ]
[ Steve is surprised to receive this, and it puts a warm smile on his face. He decides to send back a pencil drawing that I'm too lazy to make one of into Sunny's mailbox, simply signed "Thank you. -Mr. America" ]
[ Midday on Thursday, there's a knock at Steve's door. If he opens it, and looks out, he'll see an odd-colored Bulbasaur standing by a little basket. Once the door is open, the Pokemon chirps a chipper greeting, then turns to go. Tucked inside the basket are a number of Tupperware containers, filled with all sorts of vegan versions of traditional Thanksgiving dishes— cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, sweet potato casserole— alongside a handwritten note. ]
Happy Turkey Day (sans the turkey), from your pal Henry!
Happy Turkey Day (sans the turkey), from your pal Henry!
[ Steve's not expecting this either! He wasn't planning on celebrating Thanksgiving since he's set up for Christmas early, but he'll fix himself a plate and snap a photo like he's a millennial.
He finds a nice flat rock to paint a realistic-looking turkey on, and slides it into Henry's mailbox with a thank-you note. ]
He finds a nice flat rock to paint a realistic-looking turkey on, and slides it into Henry's mailbox with a thank-you note. ]
Hey there, neighbor! It's Henry Oak here with your Secret Snowflake assignment.
Your giftee is Junpei Yoshino. Go ahead and give them something that will make them feel special this winter holiday season!
Your giftee is Junpei Yoshino. Go ahead and give them something that will make them feel special this winter holiday season!
a few days before Christmas, package left in Steve's mailbox
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[ Eren isn't really sure how this whole gifting thing actually works, but at least he recognises the name assigned to him. He doesn't know Steve Well, but he knows one thing about the man: he's a painter.
With some advice from the strange creatures in the market, he purchases a set of watercolour paints, a few brushes, and a sketchbook that he's assured is good for use with watercolours. He doesn't wrap it (he actually doesn't know he's supposed to), just has it in a little gift bag.
The card reads: ]
Steve: I hope you can paint more memories with these.
[ He originally signed his name, but then remembered it's a secret and scratched it out. B+ for effort on that one, maybe. ]
With some advice from the strange creatures in the market, he purchases a set of watercolour paints, a few brushes, and a sketchbook that he's assured is good for use with watercolours. He doesn't wrap it (he actually doesn't know he's supposed to), just has it in a little gift bag.
The card reads: ]
Steve: I hope you can paint more memories with these.
[ He originally signed his name, but then remembered it's a secret and scratched it out. B+ for effort on that one, maybe. ]
[Steve will find a package on his doorstep, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a red ribbon. A note attached reads:]
'Hello my friend. I hope it is not strange, but where I am from, this time of year is for giving gifts between friends. This is for you and your continued studies. - Caleb Widogast'
[Inside the package there is a stack of very nice stationary (definitely some linen in this paper) as well as a quill, inkwell and some fancy ink. Wizard supplies. Happy Barren Eve greetings from Wildemount, Steve.]
'Hello my friend. I hope it is not strange, but where I am from, this time of year is for giving gifts between friends. This is for you and your continued studies. - Caleb Widogast'
[Inside the package there is a stack of very nice stationary (definitely some linen in this paper) as well as a quill, inkwell and some fancy ink. Wizard supplies. Happy Barren Eve greetings from Wildemount, Steve.]
[She knew he'd have a tree at his house and she's not let down. Carefully, in the early morning hours, she leaves two boxes in some Santa wrapping paper under the tree. It's fairly large and has a smaller box next to it.
Inside the large box are blank canvases in a few different shapes. In the smaller box is a hideous Christmas sweater that has a Christmas tree, but done up like an American flag. There's a note with it. "Saw this. Thought of you for some reason. Enjoy. - Nat"]
Inside the large box are blank canvases in a few different shapes. In the smaller box is a hideous Christmas sweater that has a Christmas tree, but done up like an American flag. There's a note with it. "Saw this. Thought of you for some reason. Enjoy. - Nat"]
[When Steve shows up to Greyskull Keep for Winter's Crest, Vex hands him a small package in red paper. Opening it up, he will find a rather nice leather-bound journal.]
Every magic user should have a nice spell book to use as a focus. Now you have one.
Every magic user should have a nice spell book to use as a focus. Now you have one.
[ Delivered to Steve's door is a neat little package wrapped in recycled paper, inside which is a set of beard care supplies, with comb, trimmers, and a few kinds of beard oils— all vegan, of course. ]
Happy Holidays, Steve! I hope you can take some time this season for a little self-care.
From your pal Henry.
Happy Holidays, Steve! I hope you can take some time this season for a little self-care.
From your pal Henry.
[Outside Steve's door is a box. Inside is an apple turnover in a smaller box and a bag with a soft wool sweater in a dark blue. With it is a note.]
I know this isn't gonna make sense unless you go home for a while, but...I don't blame you for anything and I hope you know I always have your back Cap.
Merry Christmas.
-Clint
I know this isn't gonna make sense unless you go home for a while, but...I don't blame you for anything and I hope you know I always have your back Cap.
Merry Christmas.
-Clint
( a gift box will be left on steve's doorstep on christmas eve morning. inside is a wooden box set of 36 sennelier oil pastels and a pop-up christmas tree greeting card signed by charles: merry christmas and a happy new year! )
[Winter's Crest is a little different from Christmas but Keyleth stills decide to get all of her friends gifts. Left just outside of Steve's front door is a leaf wrapped package with his named artfully scrawled on a small brown card.]
To: Steve
From: Keyleth
Happy Winter's Crest
[Inside the package is a patchwork blanket with a hood and clasps to make it into a snuggly cloak for when you need to run across the house and don’t want to get cold.]
To: Steve
From: Keyleth
Happy Winter's Crest
[Inside the package is a patchwork blanket with a hood and clasps to make it into a snuggly cloak for when you need to run across the house and don’t want to get cold.]
[There is a soft audible scratch at Steve's front door and if he moves quick enough, he'll spot a small creature fleeing from his doorstep. The fox is smaller than those that usually roam Folkmore and if he looks very closely, Steve might notice the familiar red kitsune marks painted onto the orange face.
On his door step is a small gift wrapped in white paper painted with delicate strokes of a brush in an attempt to emulate wrapping paper. Inside the small package is a collection of paints as well as a handful of different size brushes.
There is no note.]
On his door step is a small gift wrapped in white paper painted with delicate strokes of a brush in an attempt to emulate wrapping paper. Inside the small package is a collection of paints as well as a handful of different size brushes.
There is no note.]
[ There's a sigh and then a stretch of silence before a tsch sound. ]
Hi. Me.
Did I get extremely drunk and get your name tattooed on my shoulder and black the whole thing out, or...? [ "Is this some magic thing?" ]
Hi. Me.
Did I get extremely drunk and get your name tattooed on my shoulder and black the whole thing out, or...? [ "Is this some magic thing?" ]
No, um.
Actually, maybe we oughta have this conversation in person. It's a Folkmore thing. I've got something of Nat's, too, I can't explain it.
Actually, maybe we oughta have this conversation in person. It's a Folkmore thing. I've got something of Nat's, too, I can't explain it.
[ Tony wordlessly sends an invitation to a Valentine’s party that he scribbled on. ]
OOC: [ Helpful Link to the Log ]
OOC: [ Helpful Link to the Log ]
Hey. Outside your house. [ Tony hisses softly in pain. ] Had a theory about our, uh, tattoos. Wanted to test it. [ Another sharp inhale. ] Maybe bring bandages? Just in case.
[ Tony is, indeed, standing right outside Steve's house, nursing a bleeding hand. He'll be fine, but curiosity is decidedly getting the better of him this time. Yes, he did hike from Leshy all the way to Lapine at this hour. ]
[ Tony is, indeed, standing right outside Steve's house, nursing a bleeding hand. He'll be fine, but curiosity is decidedly getting the better of him this time. Yes, he did hike from Leshy all the way to Lapine at this hour. ]
[ There's a light that flicks on from the main room, and a bunch of shuffling around until Steve opens the door, bandages in his hand. His hair's still slightly damp from the shower.
He holds his hand out to take Tony's so he can survey the damage. ]
"Just in case."
Come inside, I'll make you coffee.
He holds his hand out to take Tony's so he can survey the damage. ]
"Just in case."
Come inside, I'll make you coffee.
[ 'Her' mailbox is actually Ted Lasso's, as she still roams like a stray cat and he seems happy enough to let her know if she receives mail. Only a formality. She hadn't actually expected to receive anything.
Later in the day, a message will find its way to him. ]
For Steve Rogers,
I'm not certain what I did to receive such a lovely scarf, but I am left at a crossroads of both grace and shame. I had no Christmas gift prepared for you in turn, or anyone else I'll admit, and little to offer now but my humble gratitude.
Such a thoughtful gesture cannot soon be forgotten. Should you want for anything, please keep my name in your thoughts.
Sincerely wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas,
Vanessa Ives
Later in the day, a message will find its way to him. ]
For Steve Rogers,
I'm not certain what I did to receive such a lovely scarf, but I am left at a crossroads of both grace and shame. I had no Christmas gift prepared for you in turn, or anyone else I'll admit, and little to offer now but my humble gratitude.
Such a thoughtful gesture cannot soon be forgotten. Should you want for anything, please keep my name in your thoughts.
Sincerely wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas,
Vanessa Ives
[ A handwritten letter comes back to Vanessa - or uh, Ted - and though Steve normally writes in print, he's elected to try his best to write in the neatest Spencerian hand that he possibly can, though he hasn't written in that hand since secondary school so it's not quite as fluid as it could be: ]
Vanessa Ives,
The gift was meant to be a surprise, so your gratitude is more than enough. We are all here temporarily at Thirteen's insistence, so I hope you also consider it a belated welcoming.
With kind regards,
Steve Rogers.
Vanessa Ives,
The gift was meant to be a surprise, so your gratitude is more than enough. We are all here temporarily at Thirteen's insistence, so I hope you also consider it a belated welcoming.
With kind regards,
Steve Rogers.
[ On the evening before Christmas, Steven drops off a package for Steve wrapped in red and gold paper. Inside, Steve will find a pair of fuzzy slipper socks and a silly mug with some assorted local teas.
There's also a handwritten note: Thank you for the lovely party, it was a wonderful start to the season. Now time for you to relax! Happy Christmas :) - Steven ]
There's also a handwritten note: Thank you for the lovely party, it was a wonderful start to the season. Now time for you to relax! Happy Christmas :) - Steven ]
[ Steve leaves a hand-written not to Steven in his mailbox:
Thank you for the gifts! I'm enjoying them a lot. Happy Christmas!
-Steve Rogers ]
Thank you for the gifts! I'm enjoying them a lot. Happy Christmas!
-Steve Rogers ]
[ Steve gets a simple note, rather than a gift. "Hey, if you have a chance tomorrow morning, can we go by the garage? Have a gift there for you."
It is, of course, the completed suit he made for Steve. ]
It is, of course, the completed suit he made for Steve. ]
Steve shows up to the garage Christmas morning with two coffees and in his warm leather jacket, Tony's gift in his basket, before the sun rises. It's warm in Cruel Summer but it's brisk at night.
Since they're at the garage, he expects motorcycle upgrades or something, maybe a sidecar, but he definitely doesn't expect it when Tony rolls out a suit. He goes over to inspect it, awed, touching where the A's carved into his helmet lightly, as if it might be some sort of an illusion. "I don't know what to say," he manages after a minute, realizing he should say something, and then: "Thank you. It's amazing. You're amazing." Still, that doesn't feel sufficient to describe how he feels.
Steve doesn't often smile so widely, but he's currently beaming. He wants to try it on, and he wants to try it out, but it's quite early and in the quiet small hours of the morning it feels like they have all the time in the world. So, instead, Steve with his arm hooked around Tony's waist and smiling at him fondly, casts his eyes up towards the ceiling only a moment to say: "FRIDAY, delete the last ten seconds and cut the camera feed."
Since they're at the garage, he expects motorcycle upgrades or something, maybe a sidecar, but he definitely doesn't expect it when Tony rolls out a suit. He goes over to inspect it, awed, touching where the A's carved into his helmet lightly, as if it might be some sort of an illusion. "I don't know what to say," he manages after a minute, realizing he should say something, and then: "Thank you. It's amazing. You're amazing." Still, that doesn't feel sufficient to describe how he feels.
Steve doesn't often smile so widely, but he's currently beaming. He wants to try it on, and he wants to try it out, but it's quite early and in the quiet small hours of the morning it feels like they have all the time in the world. So, instead, Steve with his arm hooked around Tony's waist and smiling at him fondly, casts his eyes up towards the ceiling only a moment to say: "FRIDAY, delete the last ten seconds and cut the camera feed."
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