Topic: Les Anges Dans Nos Campagnes

MontgomeryScott

Date: 2009-12-20 21:03 EST
What Great Brightness Did You See?
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"?Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake...?

~Sir Francis Bacon

He wakes up, disturbed slightly by a faintish sort of glow and an increase in the temperature of the room. At first, his mind thinks "Fire?" but when neither heat nor light intensifies, and indeed fades, he drifts back to sleep a little while longer. The next time he awakens, he sits up with a yawn and looks around. Then he frowns because it's obvious someone has been in here, but? to decorate? The holly sprigs do make him smile a little, but he still gets up to make sure nothing has gone missing.

When he gets over to his bureau, the first thing he spots is the snowflake, a shining, etched piece of metal sitting atop a folded up piece of paper. He picks the snowflake up, turning it in his hands. It's beautiful, reflecting the dim light in his room back into a small white halo of light on his skin. His inner engineer questions just what kind of metal it is that it's so shiny, but he ignores that in favour of opening up the note.

It makes him smile, just a bit. Aye, it's definitely a reflection of light, with the glow it's casting off from even the low levels of light in here. He sets the note back down and continues toying with the snowflake, slowly rotating it, watching the flashes of light reflect off it's polished surface.

Then he frowns and hunts down a PADD to check the date. He's finally managed to get it set to Rhy'din time and? Oh hell. Is it really that close to Christmas? Yes, yes it is. He flinches slightly, trying to figure out just what he can get Renne in return. It's rather hard, because he doesn't really know the imp all that well. ?Maybe a nice scarf?

That sets him to thinking, about the other people here who have done a lot for him. The other Montgomery, Harold, Vextirias? It's a short list, but a list nonetheless, and with Christmas coming up he feels like he should have something for them all. The compulsion to get people presents causes him to change into something hopefully warm and tug that thick leather coat on over top, closing it to the top of the collar. A knit cap for his head, with Snowball latching herself onto the tail of it like a living pom-pom, and the bag of coins from when he stitched up that one man, and he's off.

MontgomeryScott

Date: 2009-12-20 21:21 EST
Quel Vainqueur, Quelle Conqu?te
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He finds the marketplace with ease, and begins looking around. His path takes him past a store displaying televisions and such-like in a window, and the sight of a building on fire displayed on the screens makes him pause to watch. The name attached to that estate rings a little familiar bell in his head, but it takes him a moment to attach it to the Empress he met the other night at the Inn.

A frown creases his face. He cannot say he knew her all that well, but somehow? It just seems very much a shame to him that this happened to her. No one really deserves to die like that, and that the investigators seem to have no clue how it happened just honestly annoys him. It's their job to figure that sort of thing out. He briefly entertains the notion of figuring it out for himself, but without a tricorder or any real investigative skill, he imagines he'd be just as useless as the Watch.

With a small sigh, he turns away from the display and continues his search, hoping he can find things for all the people he feels like he should provide a gift for. Perhaps a tricorder too. The idea of something that tragic happening and no one being able to find out why bothers him on a rather visceral level. Mostly, though, he tries to concern himself with the gifts, because in the end the fire is really none of his business and finding out the whys and wherefores will not bring that woman and her family back to life.

Even so, his first purchase ends up being a tricorder. Just in case he needs one. Never know when someone could injure something and you need to scan them. It's really a practical purchase, although he about has a heart attack at the amount of change one of those small platinum coins gets him. That's? a lot of gold. He is now quietly thankful for the pouch Renne made for him, because most of that change goes in there, along with the other nine platinum coins, and he leaves a small amount of silvers and coppers in the original money pouch.

Tricorder slipped into an inside pocket, he continues along the rows of stalls and storefronts. Here and there, something catches his eye: a shiny bauble, an interesting bit of technology, an odd looking device that he can't quite name. Other items too, besides. Some things are passed on. Others are purchased and placed into his bag of holding for safe-keeping. He tries to not think too much on the purchases, instead letting instinct guide him as to what would be a good gift. Maybe he is wrong on some of them, but hopefully the intent shows through well enough that no one will be too upset with what they receive.

When he finally heads back to the Inn, it is growing dark. He has a hard time believing that shopping for gifts for all of four people was so time-consuming, but apparently it was. It makes him rather glad he doesn't really know anyone else here well enough that he feels compelled to get them a gift, although he did get something for the people he doesn't know all that well. Hopefully no one has any moral objections to candy.

"Don't say that you want to give, but go ahead and give! You'll never catch up with a mere hope."

~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe