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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.

[ 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?

Hello Eleven, this is Bruce.

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

Jim Gordon is gone.

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

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. ]

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.

[ 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." ]

[ 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.) ]

[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 ))

[ 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

[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.]

[ 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. ]

Hey, kiddo.

I think I owe you an apology or ten.

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.

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— text / @parker. ( oct 12th. )

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AT HER HOUSE

—25/12

Dec 25, in person

Backdated to december 25th

Text -- Backdated to Christmas

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

—text / @parker