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telepathic voice 12/4

[crimsomatic]

[ Sometime during the late morning, Ruby sends out a telepathic message to all of her teammates, loud and clear. ]

Hear ye, hear ye! I hereby declare a telepathic Team RWBY meeting!!

Teammates, sound off!

[schmisse]

Shouldn't we be doing this in person?

[ Even telepathically, Weiss' voice is very sharp and judging. ]

[nailed_it]

Of all the things to...Can everybody hear me?

[Look, she doesn't telepath a lot, so expect some accidental personal thoughts to slip in here.]

telepathic voice!

[travailler]

Miss Belladonna! Miss Belladonna!

You said you like romance stories, right?! I've got something to share with you!

[faunarchism]

Oh! It's you.

[ The tone of her sending is more nonplussed than anything. Still getting used to telepathy. ]

What is it?

[travailler]

It's me! Yup!

You said you like to read romance, right? I found a story I just HAVE to share with you.

It's all about a lovelorn bunny girl trapped in a luxurious but overbearing family who falls for a mysterious and reserved ninja who has wandered into town. The girl has to sneak from her family to meet her love, she gets caught up in the ninja's troubled past!

telepathy.

[continuer]

[ Is Blake tired of hearing intrusive voices in her head yet? ]

Blake! Meet me at the merchant's square.

Uh, maybe bring something warm to wear.

[ No explanation given?? ]

[faunarchism]

[ ????????? ]

Can you tell me why?

[ It's just Jaune, so it's probably not...anything...too terrible? All right. She'll bite. She puts on her coat, finds a scarf to wind around her neck. ]

festival thread cont. - backdated 11/25

[faunarchism]

continued from here

[ When she meets Yang's gaze, she's taken aback by the pain there. Yang hasn't shown her so much as a glimpse of that, since she arrived. Seeing it now, she understands why. It echoes the brutal ache in her own chest, yanking violently at something she's tried so hard to keep buried. ]

I'm sorry, [ she whispers, unable to think of anything else. She'd just decided not to apologize, but this one's not for her actions, awful as they were. Just for the raw injustice of it all. Adam. Yang's arm. The senseless comings and goings in this world that have torn them apart and shoved them together without a care for the fragility of their feelings. ]

You tried, too. You -- you're trying.

[nailed_it]

[Yang exhales a shaky breath, not trusting herself to respond aloud this time and instead merely nods her head, grateful the way her arms are crossed over her knees is hiding the slight tremor in her left hand. Because Blake's words have unknowingly hit a nerve. Not in a bad way. Not really. Just in a way that's making it even harder to keep her composure.

Yang has been trying. She's been trying since she was a little girl, attempting to put a badly broken family back together. She's been trying since the moment she decided to put that prosthetic on, pull herself together, and go after her sister, no matter how many times she still has nightmares or flashbacks or sometimes feels like she's a step away from losing all the progress she's made. She has been trying...she's just becoming less sure what she's been trying to do. There's a growing feeling of futility that she's been struggling to fend off. That even if she somehow resolves things with Blake here...what does it accomplish? If Blake leaves again, she'll be right back where she started. And if Yang were to go home, well...she likely wouldn't remember any of this. And what were the odds she'd ever see Blake again back home?

And the worst part is...she wants to trust her again. Blake was her partner. Her best friend and the closest thing she'd ever had to a confidante back at Beacon. She's glad for the closeness she has with Weiss now but it's...different. And there's some things she just isn't sure Weiss would understand if she told her. Things she isn't sure she'd even want to tell her. And she misses, honestly misses, the closeness that she had with Blake.

But she's too scared to admit that. Too scared of the idea that, if she tries to open up again, it'll be for nothing. Or worse, that it'll scare Blake off. It's easier to just stomp it down, to handle it herself and just keep going.

That's partially why, the next time she speaks, it's to change the subject. Yang pauses only to take a deep calming breath, pushing some locks of hair out of her face as she straightens up a little. She's still a little quiet, and her tone is kind of tentative but she manages a smile, if a small one.]

So...Menagerie, huh?

[A small cough to clear that lump still stubbornly caught in her throat.]

You said that's where you went... How...how's it been?

[...She's so keen to change the subject she almost legitimately asked how the weather was, please help her.]

Secret Santa

[collectsdust]

[So, unfortunately, Roman was Blake's secret santa. Hopefully she gets better gifts from her friends because all he's managed is a cat toy, with catnip in it, shaped like a mouse. Not super cheap but also not super expensive. Also, no fanfare, it just kind of shows up in her mailbox or wherever.

I'm sorry about him.]

Christmas gift

[moneymatters]

[Blake gets a delivery! It's a wrapped stack of Scottish shortbread cookies, sprinkled with cinnamon and stamped to resemble sylvs. There's a note with them.]

I'm not sure what you know of Christmas, but in my world this is a time for gift giving.

All the best,
$crooge McDuck

Christmas gift

[fabling]

[ Rather than deliver this in a normal way, she'll find this on her bed in the house. It isn't wrapped, but there's one romance novel that wasn't there before.

There's no note of who it's from, only:

Just don't start to believe it's real.

Merry Christmas???? ]

12/26

[nailed_it]

[So Blake's secret santa was kinda...well, terrible. Even if she didn't show it to anyone, a few people probably at least noticed that a secret santa gift for Blake was missing.

So the day after the holidays, Blake will find a box just outside the door to the room she shares with her team, all wrapped in sparkly silver paper and topped with a purple bow. The note on it reads: "Sorry this is late! Happy Holidays from your Secret Santa~" in hand-writing that doesn't seem to match anyone in the house maybe because somebody wrote it with their left hand instead.

Inside the box is a pair of comfortable black pajamas in Blake's size, with some warm purple slippers to go with them, and a lavender padded sleeping mask.

Who could've sent it? Who knows! Maybe it was Zwei...]

text.

[yielded]

[ A few days after the holidays amp down, Blake will be... Well, this is happening. ]

Blake! I have a wonderful idea.

[ Run, Belladonna. Just run. ]

Oh, and this is Pyrrha Nikos. Hello!

[faunarchism]

[ Hmmmm. ]

Hi Pyrrha. What is it?

the 14th!

[schmisse]

[ Weiss is away for most of the day so it's a singing telegram person who delivers a cute planter with campanulas in them!

It also comes with a note that reads:

To my dearest Blake,

Others may consider this day only for those with romantic prospects, but I do not. Thank you for being my trusted friend and ally, and may our friendship continue to bloom as the days go by.

Happy Valentine's, even if the people of Empatheais do not celebrate it.

Yours,
Weiss Schnee ]

delivery on the 14th

[travailler]

[Blake gets a delivery that includes a handmade chocolate shaped like a fish (but way more amateur-looking than that), a bouquet of roses, and a card:

Miss Belladonna,

Thank you for listening to my troubles and offering to help me if I ever need it. It means a lot knowing I'm not alone.

~E. Valentine ♥ ]

2/14 [Not Here - Action on behalf of Kokichi Ouma]

[lightthedarkness]

[Waiting on Belladonna's doorstep when she gets home is a peach rose with peach ribbon a wrapped around it. With the rose there is also a box of heart-shaped chocolates with a card. All it reads is:]

- (*＾-‘) 乃

2/14 V-Day Giftie

[nailed_it]

[All awkwardness aside, Yang decided to make all her friends a little Valentine's Day gift and Blake is no exception. There's a giftbox full of home-made chocolate chip cookies with Blake's name on them as well as a card in the shape of a teapot with the words, "You're tea-riffic!" on it.]

night of selenium overflow: yang [1/27]

[faunarchism]

cont. from here

You-- we--

[ This situation is deeply, deeply wrong, and she can feel herself going cold all over, the way she does when she's on the verge of some inconvenient emotion. The verge of panic. She shouldn't be seeing any of this. ]

Yang...

Get up, [ she says, a plea in her voice. ] Let's look -- I'm not leaving you. [ She reaches out a hand helplessly, but stops, not quite daring to touch her teammate. ]

Thanks for setting this up! No worries about any slow I've been the same lol

[nailed_it]

Why not???

[Yang's eyes are a vivid red as she barks the words out, still seated but now glaring up at Blake from the floor like a dog that's finally been kicked too much. She honestly did not think she had this kind of anger left in her but that last statement had spurred it out of her and she latches onto it like a lifeline because anger is better than the sadness that's threatening to over-whelm her or, worse, feeling nothing at all.

She grits her teeth.]

This is making you uncomfortable, right? You don't wanna see me like this??

[It's a little unclear whether she's referring to the version of her sitting in bed or the version of her currently screaming.]

You don't need my help to get away from it!!

[It takes her a moment for the words she's screaming to actually catch up to her and the minute they do, the regret is instantaneous as the red of her irises retreats to a sorrowful purple and she curls in on herself.

She hasn't changed one bit. For all her talk of wanting to be a team again and moving past what happened, all this time she's just been lying. To herself and, worse, to her friends. She's still the same volatile, contentious hot-head that got her team kicked out of the tournament. The same person who couldn't do a damn thing to protect her partner. The same person that pushed her own sister away when Ruby had needed her most.]

...I-I'm sorry. [She curls up tighter.] ...I'm so sorry...

[Blake shouldn't have to deal with this. With her.]

telepathic text.

[torsion]

Hey, it's Jill. I could stand to take a break from all the festivities. You seem like the kinda gal that wouldn't mind a breather, too.

Care to head into that maze for a while?

[faunarchism]

Hey Jill! Um, sure, I wouldn't mind getting out of the crowd. Meet you at the entrance in ten minutes?

voice 6/9

[travailler]

[Suddenly, with no warning:]

Do you like pie?