sixthiterationlogs | Tis the season...for a lot of boxes? [Presents!]

WHO: Sansa Stark
WHERE: The Inn
WHEN: December 20th
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Will update if needed
STATUS: OPEN

Sansa had her jaw clenched and her hands buried deep in her pockets, hurrying towards the Inn as quickly as she could make herself go without running. It was tempting to run but she didn't trust the snow that clung to the ground and the fact that there could possibly be ice patches somewhere underneath. She didn't relish the idea of possibly slipping and hurting herself when she was supposed to be going to the Inn to get her first lesson in cooking breakfast.

So she was more than grateful for the heat she felt when she reached the front door and pushed it open to let herself inside the nice, warm building. Stomping her feet, she shut the door and looked up to see if she could spot Kate anywhere. What she found instead was enough to have her eyes going wide and her lips parting in surprise at the sight of boxes stacked everywhere in the main room. It didn't matter where she looked, there seemed to be a new stack of varying heights and sizes. So many of them that she wasn't even sure she could count them all.

It wasn't like the box she had found on her front step, though. These boxes were wrapped in pretty paper of different colors and designs, and all with a tag sitting on top of each one.

Unbuttoning her jacket, she moved to the closest stack of boxes and took a peek at the first tag that was visible to her. She recognized both names and found herself blinking in confusion while she glanced at the second tag. Had everyone else found a way to get presents to give to someone else and she had missed it? She wondered briefly if maybe it was something that had been planned from before she had arrived but why hadn't her brothers mentioned it to her? It was something she was still puzzling over until she found a tag that was intended for someone else but had her name on it as well.

A quick search at another stack had her finding a present that was intended for her.

Still curious and wanting answers, Sansa set her jacket aside and went back to the first stack of boxes. Plucking the first box off the top, she set it to the side and moved the second box to another area. By the time someone came downstairs or came inside, Sansa was making new piles sorted by the name of who the presents were meant for. She thought it would be easier for people to find their presents rather than everyone stomping around poking through every stack and reading every tag.

[ooc: This is a mingle post for people to find their presents if they are located at the Inn! If you wish to, please feel free to have your character find their stack of presents already sorted.]

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That was just it. Why would anyone want to get him a gift? No one knew him. Logan hadn't helped out anywhere since he got there. Unless people appreciated others staying out of their way. People were strange.

"Guess that depends on who their from." Logan said, lifting the mug up. "And I think it's too late for that."

He'd already had a few well wishes for the holidays.

"Well, apparently they're from us," Jean said, lifting one of the boxes to show him where her name was on the label. "Not that I had time to go shopping or anything but apparently the powers that be felt like I would get you socks and a...blanket thing. Whatever that means."

Jean gave him a look, then a little laugh. "Are you going to use the wearable blanket, Logan?"

"What wearable blanket are you talking about?" Logan asked gruffly, almost growing impatient. He hadn't yet opened anything because he hadn't even been aware that anyone got him anything.

And if he had to guess, it would be something meaningless like logs for a fire, or a lame excuse for a fishing pole.

"I uh, apparently got everyone a wearable blanket and a pair of socks," Jean said. She felt her entire face go hot and wanted the floor to open up. There was a bond there between her and Logan, a bond that had developed, at least for Jean, when she'd been inside his mind; she felt like he could see right through her right now.

"I know it's kind of stupid or whatever but I don't know. I guess everyone needed a blanket or a pair of socks? They're kind of useful." Jean reached up and pulled her hair down from her ponytail, slicking her hair up with a little bit of telekinesis and sliding a bit of hair around in a little knot to hold it up. She might not be able to move houses or anything any longer but she could do this.

He could see right through her, but not because of that bond. When they had met back in Alkali Lake, Logan was someone else. He was an animal. But where it came from was knowing her later in the future. As she knew him.

"Sure," he conceded, watching her for a moment before letting his gaze move towards her stack of gifts. "So what did you get?"

"Um, a couple hats, a couple scarves...a bottle of wine and a bottle of vodka," Jean said, looking through the things she'd gotten in her presents pile. Most of them were things to keep warm during the winter which was probably a good thing - it was damn cold outside.

She selected one of the hats and plunked it on her head, grinning wide at him. "This one's from you. Thanks, Logan."

Logan's demeanor didn't change while Jean was showing him her things, but a vague little smile curved at the corners of his mouth when she put on the hat and thanked him.

"I'm glad you like it." he said, now shaking his head. "But I didn't pick that out."

Okay, so it was starting to be a bit amusing. Even if it felt a little like he was jacked up on some kind of hallucinogenic drug.

"No? Because it says it's from you," Jean said, lifting up the tag to show it to him. It was a fairly Canadian hat, all told, but how did one go about describing something as Canadian without involving maple leaves and hockey pucks?

"You just don't want to admit you thought about getting me something to keep me warm, huh? I'll keep your secret. You're not as mean as you want to be."

Logan sat there staring at it while she talked, and maybe there was something about it that seemed vaguely familiar; the fact it being Canadian and all. No, it almost felt like he'd some fuzzy dream about it.

His brow arched again, showing amusement. "Some would argue that." Logan replied, glancing from the hat to the table and down a bit and over to another pile of boxes that didn't seem to have anyone around it.

"So where is this wearable blanket and socks?"

"Are you sure you want it?" Jean asked, kind of wary about giving it to him. "I mean, it's kind of dumb. I just wanted everyone to have something to keep warm in and my parents used to give me new socks for Christmas every year."

She rooted around in the boxes until she came up with the one that had the blanket and socks in it for Logan. "Um, here?"

"Why don't you let me make that decision." Logan said, glancing up as soon as he got to the pile. There was a few of them that had his name on it and though it baffled him why anyone - or rather someone who didn't even know him - get him anything.

He'd come back to those shortly. Reaching out, he took the box from Jean and set it on the table to remove the top. Sure enough, there was the aforementioned wearable blanket and a pair of socks with a university logo stamped on them.

That got a chuckle.

"Thank you, Jean."

"You're welcome," Jean said quietly, utterly mortified that he'd opened the package right in front of her. She always felt awkward around Logan - more awkward than she'd ever felt around anyone - and she wondered if it had to do with seeing him that way at Alkali Lake.

"I just wanted everyone to be warm for the winter. That's all. And hey, look, they're Michigan socks. Go Wolverines?"

The smile completely disappeared. That? Wasn't as funny. But he realised it wasn't meant to be taken as mocking. Or maybe it was. It would be just like older Jean to find the humor in that.

"Nothin' wrong with that. It's practical." he said, picking up the socks to take a look at them. "I got you a hat."

Tit for tat.

"It's a pretty great hat," Jean agreed. "My ears are going to be perfectly warm for the rest of endless winter."

She knew that winter was a temporary thing, yes, but she was also used to snowplows and snowblowers and things to get rid of the ton of snow that landed on the ground. This place was completely backward.

Tis the season...for a lot of boxes? [Presents!]

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