saveourearth | [Audio network post] Backdated to December 25, Mid-morning

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[Audio network post] Backdated to December 25, Mid-morning

Merry Christmas, everybody.

[He's American. He can still say "merry" even though he knows perfectly well the local saying is "happy". He just doesn't care.]

In case you're wondering, the coal stocking things smell like that bastard from the bomb site, who was fooling around with it, a few months back. I'd remember that smell anywhere.

While I'm here, is everyone okay, with this power thing? Nobody's stranded anywhere without a fireplace or friends for body heat?

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[And this on top of the thing with Nel...]

So the bomb site guy got into every private home in Mossgate and surroundings and just left behind some stockings and coal?

...I wonder if the coal is explosive. [She starts moving as she says it to gather the stockings and carry them outside, just for the sake of safety.]

I don't think it's any more explosive than normal coal, Mary.

And I don't think he got in here. I don't have a scent trail, just smells around the stockings themselves. They just smell the way he did.

...So he what. Magicked those coals in here?

[Nope, still carrying these outside. They won't be enough to heat the house enough for Nel to wake up, anyway.]

How should I know? How did he make me and Russell have a pulse thing? How does any of it work? At this point, magic is as good an explanation as any.

I guess so.

[She doesn't sound convinced.]

I'd feel safer if I didn't know that he can randomly put stuff inside our houses, too.

[The graves and spiders were bad enough, but at least they were outside their houses. It felt less ...violating. Her personal space stayed untouched.]

[The graves were personal enough, to Sam. That was his wife (and some of his friends) he had to see laid out like that.]

Well, I don't blame you, there. I'm not exactly pleased about all this crap. I'll sniff around outside and see if I catch anything else, if you want.