[Voice posts from the man was rare. Hell, using this damned system was rare... but he's been drinking, thanks to the bottle he found on his bed, as well as Selphie's festive offerings. He had a ridiculous yellow, orange and black sweater on with his name stitched on the front. 'LoGaN'. He was sitting, crossed legged in his bunk, so on the wall behind him one MIGHT see a drawing he got from Selphie. Yes, actually saved.]

[The point here however? A thank you post. And... a good cheer post? Maybe.]

Apparently... it was Christmas here. [he sniffed as he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, leaning back on the bulkhead behind him.] Means I'm not too far off my timeline back home, I suppose.

[The sound of a sip being taken from the bottle could be heard before he let out a sigh.]

Guess what I mean to say is... Merry Christmas, or somethin'.

[he snapped his journal shut after that. Poking at it a bit later for replies. Any of the Spades could find him in his room, drinking for the most part.]

[Rather than a voice, the stirring notes of a shamisen greets listeners. Slowly they gain momentum, flowing into each other to form a song. Soon a male voice speaks over the music.]

A flood of magic enveloped this past month, between the delights of Phantasia and the cursed cold that brought everyone closer together. Life in this land has yet to prove uneventful. And with the Koumyou's ranks swelling to the limits of the ship's capacity, Mitsuhide and I have made the decision to --

[Motochika's words cut off as abruptly as his music does.]

Do you hear that?

[He pauses to listen, and give those listening the opportunity to hear -- though of course what Motochika hears is too quiet to carry through the journals.]

A faint chiming drifts on the air. [He clarifies, before correcting himself, mildly distracted by his surroundings.] No -- accompanies the fall of fresh snow... How curious.

[Quiet follows. A moment later, with most of his attention diverted by something apparently pressing, he states:]

Hmm. I'll continue this later.

Other people have already presented their greetings and I know that not everyone here celebrates it back home but... For those who do, I'd like to wish you a Merry Christmas.

The cold curse is over, so this wish came true at least.

My other wish would be for this day to be a day of Peace and Truce between us all. Wouldn't be a nice present we can make to each other?

Oh and I have a recipe for Christmas cookies for any of you who might be interested.

[Action for the crew of the Hope of the seas]

[A letter is slid under your door. Your name is written on the enveloppe in Mami's elegant handwriting and inside is this card written and drawn by Mami:]



[And on the other side of the card:]

I'd very be honored if you'd join me in the kitchen at 4:00 pm for a cup of tea and some cookies.

Yours faithfully,
Mami TOMOE

[/end Action]

[[OOC: Merry Christmas High Seas!!!]]

Is this what I think it is?

[Oh, well. Yes. It's actually some salami, a entire box of it, she received it from the Christmas ship. It's even labelled]

I don't know a lot about this whole Christmas day celebration, aside from what I've heard here, but, um....thanks?  I think.

[Should anyone come across her, she'll be lugging around that box to her room.  Why she is even keeping it is a mystery to her]

[slightly backdated to Christmas. One can hear a crinkle of paper as well as the sound of a bottle being placed on a table.]

Does this happen often, mysterious roaming ships mysteriously giving away gifts? Not that I'm complaining, but I'm certainly hoping they weren't expecting me to give this rum back.

The treasure chest filled with coins and jewels made of sweets, however, was something of a terrible tease. I'll admit they're a tad sight better than torn trousers, but I'm hardly satisfied. [aaand her voice has dropped down to a purr at that word] Perhaps I can get some of you to help.