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It was quiet in the witches home, with the snow gently falling outside. Inside there was a tree all set up, decorations placed everywhere inside the home. Lights were shining dimly inside shared home and at the moment Star was busy getting things ready in the kitchen, getting the food ready for when their guests would arrive along with Kepler, who is surprisingly helping out a lot this season. "Kepler how are things going on your end?" Star asks her friend. "Oh you know." She says with a smile, working on slicing the vegetables up and putting them into a steam pot, "Busy. Getting the veggies ready. How about you Star, I know you're finishing up the cake over there and other desserts." "Just dandy I think." Star puts some candy cane bits onto a cake before topping it with whipped cream at the ends. It's a log cake and to her it's a pretty good cake at that. Butterscotch flour with cream cheese icing topped with some now placed candy cane bits. It should be a good enough dessert for

If you were to tell Rylee that she was going to be delivering presents in the middle of the night on another island while being huge, she would’ve told you that they were crazy and that she has no such abilities whatsoever. However her situation was now happening: She was in fact on the Crabibbean Islands in winter getup, and is now very huge. 40 feet to be exact. Fortunately for her, the magic hat she has prevents her from being seen. She doesn’t admit it but she still feels uneasy being so huge, especially in the dead of night on another continent. But she steels herself, looking to the neighborhood ahead of her. Rylee has presents to deliver, and she is not about to disappoint. Even from the outskirts of the neighborhood Rylee watches her step as she approaches the houses. There she can see that many of them are built differently, some having big chimneys built on top, narrow vents on others, and some not even having anything on the roofs besides satellite dishes. Seeing that her

Rylee, to say the least, was... Not expecting her night to go like this. The most she had planned out was snuggling with her two partners before watching some Squidmas movie. Though with the storm that was going on, she didn't think that the movie would end up happening. However something else came up instead. And that something or rather, someone, is now sitting on her couch and asking the three of them to take over being Father Squidmas for the night. And from what she can see, even the candy crab was giving the guy a insinuating look about this before objecting, "Sir you can't be serious! These three wouldn't be able to do your job even if they tried!" The manatee shakes his head and looks to the others, "Trust me Valorie. I do not make mistakes lightly. These three can do it." He looks over at Rylee with a twinkle in his eye, "Especially you young lady. You have a very special ability that can help out with this." Except for the candy crab, everyone knew what he was talking

It was a quiet night in Inkopolis. Nearly everyone was tucked asleep in their beds, waiting for the morning rush of Squidmas Day. For now though there was none of that. Instead we have an inkling and her two lovers cuddling on the couch under a blanket, who are about to experience the most interesting Squidmas of their lives. It all started when a thump was heard on the roof of the inklings home. "What do you think that was?" Rylee asked. Hex lets out a sigh, "Probably some snow falling off the roof or something." Rylee however wasn't too sure about this. "I don’t know... I think one of us should check it out. It didn't sound like just snow to me...” River lets out a bit of air before lifting the blanket off themself, “I’ll go check it out. If only to make you feel better.” They lean down with a smile before giving the inkling a peck on the cheek and looking to the octoling beside her, “Keep her warm for me will you? I wanna be nice and toasty when I get back inside.” As the

When Celia walked into Sprayz Slayz, she for the briefest moment considered just walking out and going back home. But she shakes her head at this. ‘No.’ She thinks to herself, ‘I am in an art funk right now, and maybe buying some spray cans might bring me out of it. Besides,’ The inkling walks more into the little shop the more calm she feels, ‘this little place hasn’t failed me yet. Maybe this might just be what I need.’ As she scans the aisles for which paint she wanted to buy, her phone vibrates. Checking it she sees her friend messaging her. > sup Celia! whatcha doin > Just buying some spray paint. Been in a bit of a funk lately. It goes silent for a moment. Before Celia could put her phone away another message comes through. > damn that sucks > Imma come over to your place in a bit > bored here anyway The inkling feels her brow twitch as this casual self invitation before her shoulders slump. As much as the inkling wants to deny her entry, she knows that’s not going to stop

For Jackie, there wasn't a lot that could make her feel 'awkward' so to speak. Though if you were to tell her that she would be meeting her mother at a café alongside Melone, that would be a slightly different story. She's not on any bad terms with her mom, quite the opposite. They've each just took different paths in life. Her mother stayed on the corporate end of the business of running an archaeological organization that does some other businesses on the side, and Jackie herself wanted to be away from the family money. Though that still doesn't always make it easier, seeing her mom in business attire, tentacles done all well up, with both sets of inkling and octoling tentacles adorning her head and where Jackie herself gets her some of her looks from, sitting across the table from her and Melone as she drinks tea. Glancing over at Melone, she can tell that it is just as awkward with the octoling as it is for her. Melone when not on formal business gets along pretty well with her.

It was just another morning for Star. She opens her eyes, seeing the clear sky out her window. The mushroom witch still feels good at getting a place where both her and her friend can sleep without the bright sun forcing them awake in the mornings. Letting out a groan Star sits up on her bed and stretches before getting up. As much as Star would like to get properly dressed, she just isn't feeling up for it. Deciding to only put on her hat and leaving her sleepwear be the mushroom witch leaves her room. Near immediately there was something amiss. Normally the sun would shine through the window, shining onto the couch. Kepler wasn't awake yet but that wasn't it either. Only when she rubs the sleep out of her eyes and moves her hair out of the way does she properly see what is right outside their home. "What in the…" Stepping closer to the front window Star could see a wall in the way. Though it appeared to be made of wood from what she can see? Regardless whatever was in front of the

The sun shines through the window of Eight's room, waking her up from her peaceful slumber. Letting out a groan, the octoling sits up in her bed, stretching her limbs. "Stupid sun, waking me up from a good dream..." Sliding to the side, Eight places her feet on the floor, preparing to stand up on the floor. Or at least, she would've, had her feet not hit something the moment they touched something on the floor, letting out a noise. Eight, being reasonably confused at this, looks down at her feet to see what exactly she stepped on. Seeing that she is stepping on Four's back, Eight lets out a yelp and takes her feet off of her friend, "Four?! What are you doing in my room?!" Groaning, the inkling looks up at her friend, "Nothing... I was in here for no reason whatsoever. Swear it..." The octoling however is smarter than this. Her eyes glance at the nightstand before looking back at Four, letting out a sigh, "You wanted to eat the mushroom didn't you? The one I saved for

The night was quiet over at a certain house owned by one of the agents, Three to be exact. All except for two agents, Agent Four, and Agent 8, who are sneaking about in their fellow agents’ home, stopping at a closet in the basement. “Four are you sure it is wise to do this?” Eight asked, not keen on snooping through her friends stuff. Sure Three wasn’t home at the moment, but it still was wrong to snoop around behind her back. The inkling in question clicked her tongue and looks to her friend, “Eight, aren’t you the least bit curious what she grabbed from that weird tournament she went to awhile back? There was so much that shouldn’t even exist in that pile, so I just want to take a little peek while Three’s out.” When Four mentions that, Eight can’t help but feel that she might have a point. Ever since coming back from that tournament, Three has had a collection of things tucked away, and she’s even seen things that could pass off as souvenirs. But when the two agents asked if