When the carriages open up, the temperature immediately drops. Faux lets out a quiet sigh of relief, relishing the cold. It’s the best he’s felt since coming on board. Not so for the majority of the crew, as he watches as they gather around racks full of oddly colored outerwear that make his full uniform look comfortable.
Having no need for any extra outerwear to enjoy this new place, Faux observes his surroundings, noting the thick white layer of snow coating everything. He has seen snow before, but not as dense as this. A pile has managed to fall onto the carriage he’s on. It looks puffy like a cloud. He picks it up and scrunches it between his hands, feeling the coolness along his circuits.
Unbeknownst to Faux, someone onboard might take this as a completely different motivation altogether.
Void Santa Is Coming To Town
Odd. Packages? Certainly not for him. And Faux sure doesn’t need anything more than what he has.
Sure he’s received gifts from his creator and friends on sparing occasions, but who is this Void Santa? Should he be worried?
He scratches his head as he walks towards the luggage car as directed to investigate this mystery. Curious now about what it could be.
“I didn’t ask for anything.”
Team Two
Faux’s eyes creep around the last corner and find the secret entrance clear. He releases a small smile, Objective completed.
Moving his way into the underground space that will house this party, his pace has been steadily declining into an awkward waddle. Thankfully he quickly finds a place for his sequestered dessert. Now, all he has to do is remove it from his code. This latest smuggling attempt had been pushing things he knows. Shoving dinner plates of food between the gaps of his code… Well, he’s probably going to be picking pieces of user foodstuff from his disk for some time. But it's all for a good cause.
Bringing up his disk, he pulls out an entire bowl of jelly covered with pointy sprinkled tops. Or they were, they’ve deflated somewhat.
Hopefully nobody noticed.
Team Three
Wrapping. Faux sure doesn’t get it. But he’ll do what he can to help.
After taking in the sequence of instructions necessary to wrap a present, he follows them through, starting by cutting his foil tape into smaller pieces, layering them along his arm for easy access as he observed many others do, and set about getting those presents covered in copious amounts of paper and adornments.
His first one didn’t come out too bad. Not perfect, he knows his brother would say, while making him do it over again until it fits his impossible standards. He quickly quashes the dark thought and refocuses on finishing up his first gift to someone more deserving of his attention.
Armed with a roll of semi embroidered ribbon, an exaggerated pull unfurls a good length of it, too much. The roll slips out of his hand and the copious amounts of ribbon flies at someone nearby.
Faux | Tron(au) + CRAU
When the carriages open up, the temperature immediately drops. Faux lets out a quiet sigh of relief, relishing the cold. It’s the best he’s felt since coming on board. Not so for the majority of the crew, as he watches as they gather around racks full of oddly colored outerwear that make his full uniform look comfortable.
Having no need for any extra outerwear to enjoy this new place, Faux observes his surroundings, noting the thick white layer of snow coating everything. He has seen snow before, but not as dense as this. A pile has managed to fall onto the carriage he’s on. It looks puffy like a cloud. He picks it up and scrunches it between his hands, feeling the coolness along his circuits.
Unbeknownst to Faux, someone onboard might take this as a completely different motivation altogether.
Void Santa Is Coming To Town
Odd. Packages? Certainly not for him. And Faux sure doesn’t need anything more than what he has.
Sure he’s received gifts from his creator and friends on sparing occasions, but who is this Void Santa? Should he be worried?
He scratches his head as he walks towards the luggage car as directed to investigate this mystery. Curious now about what it could be.
“I didn’t ask for anything.”
Team Two
Faux’s eyes creep around the last corner and find the secret entrance clear. He releases a small smile, Objective completed.
Moving his way into the underground space that will house this party, his pace has been steadily declining into an awkward waddle. Thankfully he quickly finds a place for his sequestered dessert. Now, all he has to do is remove it from his code. This latest smuggling attempt had been pushing things he knows. Shoving dinner plates of food between the gaps of his code… Well, he’s probably going to be picking pieces of user foodstuff from his disk for some time. But it's all for a good cause.
Bringing up his disk, he pulls out an entire bowl of jelly covered with pointy sprinkled tops. Or they were, they’ve deflated somewhat.
Hopefully nobody noticed.
Team Three
Wrapping. Faux sure doesn’t get it. But he’ll do what he can to help.
After taking in the sequence of instructions necessary to wrap a present, he follows them through, starting by cutting his foil tape into smaller pieces, layering them along his arm for easy access as he observed many others do, and set about getting those presents covered in copious amounts of paper and adornments.
His first one didn’t come out too bad. Not perfect, he knows his brother would say, while making him do it over again until it fits his impossible standards. He quickly quashes the dark thought and refocuses on finishing up his first gift to someone more deserving of his attention.
Armed with a roll of semi embroidered ribbon, an exaggerated pull unfurls a good length of it, too much. The roll slips out of his hand and the copious amounts of ribbon flies at someone nearby.
Oops.