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Backdated Log: Clarice & Mel
After their disasterous first encounter, a now-sober Clarice and Mel try again, this time putting together gift baskets for all the new residents at the mansion (including Mel, but don't tell her that!) This time with better results.
Clarice had shopped and unloaded everything into an unused workroom, where she more stood surveying it all. "I... might've gone overboard," she murmured to herself for probably the 50th time. She knew she had, but well... she'd wanted to. It was needed.
A somewhat familiar head poked into the doorway. Mel, who had been on her way to the kitchen to see if there were any eggs, paused at the sight of all the presents. “A bit, maybe. You gettin’ somethin’ fer everyone in the area?” The joke was a bit tense, still not quite past Clarice’s choice of conversation per their last rendezvous.
"Hm?" Clarice turned, nodding, "Well... kinda yeah. I'm making gift baskets," she explained, sober this time and less likely to make inappropriate jokes. But less likely wasn't zero. Still, she she'd do her best. At least gift baskets explained the laundry hampers. Everything else was in plastic bags and there were a lot of those.
It felt exorbitant, but then again Mel had always felt lucky receiving a gift for Christmas, so perhaps she wasn’t the best measure. “Ya need any help?” The neighborly thing to offer.
"Sure," she agreed, "though I'm not sure the help I need isn't involving a padded room right now. But, yeah... let's put these together. I tried to make sure that the stuff in the bags belongs to each basket, so it should just be a matter of making sure that's all correct and there's no stickers of whatever? But. Don't hold me to that..."
“Sounds good.” Mel entered and truly took a catalogue of the piles. “You’ll be needin’ ‘em all labeled as we go as well then? So ya don’t hafta go lookin’ through after t’remember.”
"Numbered, actually," Clarice said digging through her purse and pulling out a set of blank flash cards and a sharpie. "They do correspond to specific people, but I'd hate for someone to snoop. And I'm pretty sure I'm not going to actually wrap them. I got that cellophane you can shrink blow dry, but I haven't decided if I'm going to use it or just put bows on the handle."
“Fair enough. Very organized of ya.” At least there was a method to the madness. “Point an’ shoot I guess? Just tell me where you’d like to start.”
"Believe it or not, I'm actually a capable adult some of the time," Clarice joked, "And while they're all mostly the same, I did put thought into them, too. Why don't you start at that end and I'll start at this one?" she fiddled with her phone for a moment, "And I just emailed you what should be in each basket by number."
“Alrighty.” Mel huffed a laugh, pulling up the guide on her phone. She moved to the one end and dragged a stack of laundry baskets with her, ready to transfer presents to them from the bags. “You always go all out like this fer the holidays?”
"No, normally I just donate a crazy amount of knit hats and scarves to District X for those that need them. And give here, too. But this year... it's needed, I think," she'd seen and heard about too many of the new people needing basic help, like Gaia with the shower. And there were others. So. Baskets for all.
The first basket was pulled up and labeled as Mel began to sort out her end of the bags. “Good of ya t’do. There seems to be a lot of folks without many in this place.” It reminded her that she oughta go shopping for the community center drive, as well as the one the church back home would be doing.
Clarice nodded, turning some music on her phone as she got to work, "Yeah. I mean, I came here with whatever my parents dropped me with, but not everyone is so lucky," then again, her parents had dropped her off on Christmas like her present was being sent away. Or maybe she was a present for Xavier's. "They actually dropped me here on Christmas, so I guess I'm the gift that keeps on giving. Whether it's delight or ulcers is dealer's choice."
“Oh wow, I’m sorry.” That was an awful thing to happen. But then again, hadn’t the same basically been done to Jay? What was it with mutant kids and Christmas?
"Nah, it's fine, it was like, 20 years ago. And anyways, we're mostly out of touch now, it's cool," how did she explain the crazy that was her life? "They're divorced and have their own lives and I've got mine, you know? And I don't know if you've noticed, but you kinda gotta.....edit everything here. A lot." And worse with some of the stuff the teams do.
Mel snorted at the second comment. “Yeah, I ain’t exactly been tellin’ my Mama ‘bout all the kidnappings and whatnot.” Ignorance was bliss or whatever they said. She moved on to another basket methodically. “Still, I don’t reckon that were right of ‘em. I mean- half my family’s here and it still sucks sometimes.”
"It's not anyways about right and wrong. Sometimes it's just.... practical. Survival. And it's just as much on me as it is them," she didn't blame her family. They weren't close, it was okay, she had Xavier's. "Facebook works both ways."
“Fair ‘nough,” Mel shrugged. "You want the finished ones pushed off to the side?"
"Yeah, that's good. And hey, thanks for helping."
“No problem, it’s the holidays after all.”
Clarice had shopped and unloaded everything into an unused workroom, where she more stood surveying it all. "I... might've gone overboard," she murmured to herself for probably the 50th time. She knew she had, but well... she'd wanted to. It was needed.
A somewhat familiar head poked into the doorway. Mel, who had been on her way to the kitchen to see if there were any eggs, paused at the sight of all the presents. “A bit, maybe. You gettin’ somethin’ fer everyone in the area?” The joke was a bit tense, still not quite past Clarice’s choice of conversation per their last rendezvous.
"Hm?" Clarice turned, nodding, "Well... kinda yeah. I'm making gift baskets," she explained, sober this time and less likely to make inappropriate jokes. But less likely wasn't zero. Still, she she'd do her best. At least gift baskets explained the laundry hampers. Everything else was in plastic bags and there were a lot of those.
It felt exorbitant, but then again Mel had always felt lucky receiving a gift for Christmas, so perhaps she wasn’t the best measure. “Ya need any help?” The neighborly thing to offer.
"Sure," she agreed, "though I'm not sure the help I need isn't involving a padded room right now. But, yeah... let's put these together. I tried to make sure that the stuff in the bags belongs to each basket, so it should just be a matter of making sure that's all correct and there's no stickers of whatever? But. Don't hold me to that..."
“Sounds good.” Mel entered and truly took a catalogue of the piles. “You’ll be needin’ ‘em all labeled as we go as well then? So ya don’t hafta go lookin’ through after t’remember.”
"Numbered, actually," Clarice said digging through her purse and pulling out a set of blank flash cards and a sharpie. "They do correspond to specific people, but I'd hate for someone to snoop. And I'm pretty sure I'm not going to actually wrap them. I got that cellophane you can shrink blow dry, but I haven't decided if I'm going to use it or just put bows on the handle."
“Fair enough. Very organized of ya.” At least there was a method to the madness. “Point an’ shoot I guess? Just tell me where you’d like to start.”
"Believe it or not, I'm actually a capable adult some of the time," Clarice joked, "And while they're all mostly the same, I did put thought into them, too. Why don't you start at that end and I'll start at this one?" she fiddled with her phone for a moment, "And I just emailed you what should be in each basket by number."
“Alrighty.” Mel huffed a laugh, pulling up the guide on her phone. She moved to the one end and dragged a stack of laundry baskets with her, ready to transfer presents to them from the bags. “You always go all out like this fer the holidays?”
"No, normally I just donate a crazy amount of knit hats and scarves to District X for those that need them. And give here, too. But this year... it's needed, I think," she'd seen and heard about too many of the new people needing basic help, like Gaia with the shower. And there were others. So. Baskets for all.
The first basket was pulled up and labeled as Mel began to sort out her end of the bags. “Good of ya t’do. There seems to be a lot of folks without many in this place.” It reminded her that she oughta go shopping for the community center drive, as well as the one the church back home would be doing.
Clarice nodded, turning some music on her phone as she got to work, "Yeah. I mean, I came here with whatever my parents dropped me with, but not everyone is so lucky," then again, her parents had dropped her off on Christmas like her present was being sent away. Or maybe she was a present for Xavier's. "They actually dropped me here on Christmas, so I guess I'm the gift that keeps on giving. Whether it's delight or ulcers is dealer's choice."
“Oh wow, I’m sorry.” That was an awful thing to happen. But then again, hadn’t the same basically been done to Jay? What was it with mutant kids and Christmas?
"Nah, it's fine, it was like, 20 years ago. And anyways, we're mostly out of touch now, it's cool," how did she explain the crazy that was her life? "They're divorced and have their own lives and I've got mine, you know? And I don't know if you've noticed, but you kinda gotta.....edit everything here. A lot." And worse with some of the stuff the teams do.
Mel snorted at the second comment. “Yeah, I ain’t exactly been tellin’ my Mama ‘bout all the kidnappings and whatnot.” Ignorance was bliss or whatever they said. She moved on to another basket methodically. “Still, I don’t reckon that were right of ‘em. I mean- half my family’s here and it still sucks sometimes.”
"It's not anyways about right and wrong. Sometimes it's just.... practical. Survival. And it's just as much on me as it is them," she didn't blame her family. They weren't close, it was okay, she had Xavier's. "Facebook works both ways."
“Fair ‘nough,” Mel shrugged. "You want the finished ones pushed off to the side?"
"Yeah, that's good. And hey, thanks for helping."
“No problem, it’s the holidays after all.”