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@regina

[itselbitch]

is your username a reference

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yes

to my name

[lunchbreaks]

Hello Eleven,
Are you quite alright? I am very sorry about the ferry, I assure you that hadn't gone as anticipated and I understand if you are upset, I just need to know if you are hurt.

I am so sorry you won't get to go home just yet.
Yours,
Aziraphale.

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hello mr fell

not your fault just an accident

gordon saved me so i didnt drown

i hurt my ankle but only a little bit

maybe we can try again next time

i can help

why are you saying youre mine

— text / @parker. ( oct 12th. )

[webshoots]

[ the message comes a few days after the hallucinations start, when he's quite certain they are hallucinations and that's all they are. ]

Hey, El. It's Peter. [ because he doesn't remember if he gave her his last name, if she'd know 'parker' was him. ] You mind if I ask for a favor?

1/2

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hi peter

ill help if i can

what do you need

2/2

[savingthrows]

im sorry i forgot to include regards

here they are

tallest regards
el

@wayne | private

[pearlstrings]

Hello Eleven, this is Bruce.

I'm sorry to impose, but I'd like to ask you for a favor.

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hello bruce

its nice to hear from you

what can i do for you

tallest regards
eleven

[ Guess who hasn't quite figured out how to capitalise or add punctuation on the tablets.

Or how to text, generally speaking. ]

@wayne | private

[pearlstrings]

Jim Gordon is gone.

[savingthrows]

[ Eleven's going to frown at that. ]

gone like dead

doesnt he come back at the church

people said so

—text / @parker

[webshoots]

Hey, kid, I don't know if I said thank you properly, so: thanks.

the latest response ever, I'm so sorry

[savingthrows]

are you okay

@jtodd, audio

[mind_blown]

Not bad, last month.

[ is he popping into her inbox unannounced... to tell her she did good? yeah. but she did. he's glad peter made it out unharmed. ]

Guess who never got the notif for this and Peter's tag from the same day, backtagging like whoaaaa

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You too. Are you... okay?

[ They'd all taken a beating, inevitably. But it's good to know whom else she can trust with her friends' safety. ]

[inthenightmods]

Next time Eleven visits the post office, the Postmaster General will give her a package!

"A small wrapped package containing homemade sweets, including homemade marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate, and homemade peppermint sticks. These are all wrapped in cellophane and put into a clean shoe."

The package is from St. Nicholas.

AT HER HOUSE

[lunchbreaks]

[ On the morning of the 25th, Eleven might find at her doorstep a parcel which is wrapped in that naked Santa paper, except someone has gone through the trouble of individually painting each Santa in various clothes.

Inside, she'll find a stuffed alpaca which someone has adorned with a flower crown made of fabric.

There is a card attached reading "To Eleven, From Mr. Fell." ]

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[ Later, he will get a text from Eleven. It's a picture taken inside her room. There's a blanket fort there, and visible inside of it are a stuffed alpaca and lion, cozily leaning against one another. Tucked behind them, almost not visible, is what appears to be a walkie talkie. The plushies are protecting it. ]

thank you fell

—25/12

[webshoots]

[ as of the morning of the 25th, eleven will find a card with an envelope addressed to 'el'. inside, there will be a message that reads 'to el, merry christmas, let's see if you've hit santa's nice list! - p.'

it'll be resting atop a gift wrapped in paper that eleven will recognise from secret santa. it'll have a hangtag that reads, simply: ELEVEN. inside is a book: mathmetics, poetry and beauty. (sorry, el, peter's a nerd.) ]

Later on the same day

[savingthrows]

[ There's a knock on Peter's door at the Invincible. Tentative, almost too quiet to be heard. Beneath the door the shadow of two feet, shuffling a little, on the verge of retreating. ]

Dec 25, in person

[worthallthis]

[Some time early-ish in the day, the Soldier comes to knock on Eleven's house door, and once she opens it (or Nancy gets her for them), presents her with a homemade stuffed lion: tawny-colored, a little floppy, with shredded black flannel for a mane, and with large blue buttons for eyes. They offer it a little nervously-- she's probably too old for stuffed toys-- but dammit, it's a lion so it's thematic, and they worked hard on making it despite second-guessing themselves every step of the way. Everyone could use something soft to hug on a bad day.

It's cute, at least, in a very 30s-era-toy kind of way, and very soft.]

((you don't have to reply if you don't want to, I know you're busy :D ))

Sorry this is so late, but for them cute feels to make up for feel-feels

[savingthrows]

[ She accepts the toy with quiet delight, and trades him an army of bird origami for it. There's no visible progress in her work on them, but they'e grown bigger, as she's moved from candy wrappers to other materials, and has decorated them with her array of colourful pens.

A day or two later, they will receive a photo in their inbox, of a blanket fort. Inside of it, the lion and a stuffed alpaca are leaning against each other, almost but not quite hiding a walkie talkie behind them, as if they're guarding it.]

Backdated to december 25th

[maisel]

[ Happy holidays! There's a little box of homemade cookies for Eleven even though Midge doesn't celebrate Christmas. She figures the cheer will be needed. There's a note attached: ]

Eleven,
The secret gift exchanged you organized was absolutely perfect. Not many girls your age would do something so thoughtful for the entire town.
Enjoy the cookies, let me know if you ever need anything.
-Miriam

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does this mean you are st nicholas

thank you

the cookies are very nice

do you want to share

Text -- Backdated to Christmas

[notthatjason]

[Attached is a picture taken just outside the church. It's a small army of tiny snowmen (no taller than 5-10 inches) or perhaps more accurately snow sigillaria. If you look, each snowman has an initial on its belly to correspond to the people Jason considers himself close to. Written in the snow are the words: Happy Saturnalia & Merry Christmas.

He couldn't find enough gifts for everyone he wanted to, so he sculpted these an sent out a sort of Christmas card instead. Of course, the snowmen are still there in person for the foreseeable future.]

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[ It makes her smile. ]

we make a good fighting team

[ Eleven isn't that good with gifts, the entire concept is still very new to her. She knows more about it now. This is a good gift, she thinks, and wishes she had something similar for him. ]

at her house/dated to when he gets back from explore

[lunchbreaks]

[ Slid under her door is a letter, it reads:

My dearest Eleven,
I hope this letter finds you well! I have returned from downtown and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind resuming our lessons or perhaps some company.
Your Friend,
Aziraphale. ]

@eleven | text

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[ the message comes a while after she's gotten the letter. If text could sound anxious... ]

dear fell

i thought maybe youre angry

because i yelled at you

longest regards
eleven

—text / @parker

[webshoots]

Hey, kiddo.

I think I owe you an apology or ten.

I am so sorry

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eleven

un: nancy

[keenely]

Hey, El.

How would you feel about moving into a bigger place? I think with Robin here now too, it might be smart if we all stick together.

Plus, you could finally have your own bedroom. Although we could still share, if you want to. I'd leave it up to you.

woooooow I think I didn't get or otherwise lost the notif for this - I am *SO* sorry

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a room would be nice but maybe we can be next doors and i can visit you

i can carry everything