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[Second Life] The Best Christmas Pageant Ever
Ah, the Fairplay Christmas Pageant. It took place in the Fairplay VFW Hall every year, which, due to the regular needs of the town had received enough money to expand the hall to use it for most community events. People filtered in and out all night so that most families in the town made an appearance at some point. There was punch, egg nog, Christmas snacks, a guy who dressed up as Santa, little kids doing the Nativity play, the mayor's speech, Christmas raffles...
Everyone was expected to attend. Everyone. Parents dragged their kids and teenagers sulked in the corners, presents were exchanged among members of the town, people who did business together used it as a time to talk shop and be a little social, and parents talked about how great their kid's grades were or how little Johnny was doing on the football field.
What a wonderful celebration of townish togetherness, right? People talking about gifts they'd gotten their family members as the status symbols they were, people trying to compete with others in a competition of "Who has the most impressive child?," people sniping each other because of what happened at the last PTA meeting or because they were jealous of another person's success with their business. Funtimes, funtimes.
And as sad before, everyone was expected to attend. Everyone.
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Everyone was expected to attend. Everyone. Parents dragged their kids and teenagers sulked in the corners, presents were exchanged among members of the town, people who did business together used it as a time to talk shop and be a little social, and parents talked about how great their kid's grades were or how little Johnny was doing on the football field.
What a wonderful celebration of townish togetherness, right? People talking about gifts they'd gotten their family members as the status symbols they were, people trying to compete with others in a competition of "Who has the most impressive child?," people sniping each other because of what happened at the last PTA meeting or because they were jealous of another person's success with their business. Funtimes, funtimes.
And as sad before, everyone was expected to attend. Everyone.
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Re: Reactions
She saw something. And it was nothing she could have imagined.
As if summoned by her momentary sight, memories returned to the rest of her senses.
Red: The sense of her body overheating, worse than a fever, as everything inside her screamed for her to stop. But she couldn't--the feeling of her fists hitting the enemy and the sound of her blasts scoring a hit meant she had to keep going.
Blue: The voice of a friend, one of the first she'd ever made, working on several different projects.
Yellow: The heat of the desert sun, the smell of flowers growing in metallic earth, and the sense that she needed to hold onto this always.
Green: Voices of people who were always crazy and not always on the ball, but deep down, she knew they were good for a laugh.
Black: Coolness, protection, but also darkness. The sense that if the darkness returned, she'd be able to handle it this time. And a presence always in the back of her memory...
"Tenaya?" Dylan asked, snapping her back to reality. "You dropped your cane. Do you need help finding it?"
"...No," Tenaya answered, carefully reaching down to pick it up. Her vision was gone again, but she felt oddly dizzy--almost like she'd been dancing in a wild circle (wildly swing-dancing, her mind whispered).
She managed to pick up her cane and get back to her feet, but she kept her distance from Dylan. For some reason, she couldn't help but feel that the brother she'd known all her life was a complete stranger.