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[ Unaware that it's one of the last nights in New York, Dave can be found around the city throughout most of the day. He's doing some more Christmas shopping, bundled up against the cold because he is most assuredly a desert wuss and is only out because he wants to find some more things for his friends. Really, he's thankful that he didn't get a sparkly note from the Author giving him a Secret Santa, because like hell he'd know what to get them.

So he's drifting from store to store, ambling around amongst all the decorations, Christmas lights reflected off his aviators as he goes along. Occasionally he'll stop, peering into a window, or pulling his camera out to snap a picture if something strikes him. ]

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[And, as has become custom for John when greeting Dave (or any of the kids, really), there is naught but a brief gust of wind that catches Dave's hair before the blond is collided into, and John, clad in a silly puffy blue jacket, jeans and a matching scarf and pair of gloves (in unsurprisingly lurid yellow), hangs off his shoulders.]

Hi Dave!

[ With the little gust of wind, Dave sighs and rolls his eyes briefly, ducking his face down into the black and grey scarf wound thick around his neck as he prepares for the collision. The gloves don't surprise him, when he sees them fly past his face. Nor does the feeling of a puffy jacket mushing against his thick, red one.

The John attached to him isn't very surprising, either. He just fixes his skewed shades, thankful that John's presents are either in his room or mashed down at the bottom of his bags. ]

Hey John.

Baby it's cold outside~ [Sort of half-sung in a vaguely off-key tone.]

What'cha doin'?

Mm, been hopin' that you'd drop in... [ And of course he hums back, voice definitely not off-key but only slightly sing-songy to avoid the majority of his twang. ]

Finishing up with the holiday shopping bullshit, ho ho ho. 'sup?

Heheheh. You'd look pretty dashing in a Santa hat. It's your colors and everything.

Na'much, just sort of exploring the city. I've never been to New York before. [Lets go and walks along beside him.] Also I have no idea what to get Rose for Christmas!!

No thanks, had some bad experiences with Santas. Did I ever tell you Bro was a mall Santa, one Christmas? Shit was ironic, but ho damn. [ And he pauses a moment, snorting. ] Pissed off one earlier this week, though. He and Vantas would have the best screaming matches.

[ He adjusts the strap for his camera's bag once John lets go, huffing softly. ] Rose's gonna shit herself with mine, I figure. Hell, you both will.

Oh creepy!! And what, pissed off a Santa? Dave that's not cool, he's totally not gonna bring you anything for Christmas, now. [It's... actually really hard to tell if he's joking.]

[:o] What'd you get her?

I'm pretty sure he actually stole the real mall Santa's outfit after getting in a fight with him. He was a pretty miserable Santa, traumatizing kids and everything. It was only divine retribution that lead me to pissing him off, I promise. [ Either way, Dave just carries on. ]

Ain't tellin', sorry.

Your brother is really kind of weird, Dave. And that's not okay, dude, seriously. Don't piss off Santa.

[Face.] Gosh, fine.

No, no. Bro was totally hired to do it. I mean, doesn't change the fact he's kinda weird sometimes, yeah, but. The Santa I pissed off was the one that did the stealing and fighting.

It'd kinda give away what I got you, so. [ Pats top of his head. ]

[Scrunches his face.] God, fine. You're so weird and secretiiiive.

Shhh shshshsh. [ Hand falls a bit to gently pap him in the face, gloves thankfully preventing any smudges. ]

You'll find out soon enough, bro.

[Rolls his eyes and pushes his hand away.]

Well are you done shopping for now?

For now, yes. [ Brings that hand towards himself, lifting his camera's case and wiggling it a bit. ]

Was kind of just looking around, working on my tourist impersonation.

Heheheh. Wanna work on looking touristy together? I've never been to New York, I wanna explore.

Sure, why the hell not? Here, let me... [ And he shifts his bags idly, opening the case and bringing the camera out. It's a nice little thing, expensive as hell, and he turns it on. ]

Let's go sight-seeing and ooh and aah and get in the way of the locals.

[Grins.] And take stupid myspace pictures or some shit. Ironically.

I will have you learned yet, Jonathan Egbert. [ And he snaps a picture of your grin, sir. ]

Ahahaha, oh my God. [Shoves at him.] Come on let's just go, geez. There's some really pretty Christmas lights up here.

It's called multitasking; I can walk and take pictures of shit at the same time. [ But he sways with the shove, before he starts walking ahead. ] I haven't really checked out too many of the decorations yet.

Come on then, gosh.

Gosh, fine.

Gosh.

Gosh. [ Nudges at with elbow. ]

Gosh. [Nudges back, and then uses that elbow to curl himself forward and duck under Dave's chin, not-quite hugging him.]

Gosh, hi. [ With an Egbert suddenly more in his personal space, he tips his chin up a little for him and slows. ]

Man you're totally too tall to be thirteen. ...er, fourteen now I guess.

I'm only like, five-foot-six, dude. [ He extends his arm out beyond them both, turning his camera around to take an idle picture of the two of them. ]

Still too tall. I mean I fit under your chin like a girl. [Seems vaguely cross about this, and makes a funny face toward the camera.]

Pff. You'll grow, bro. You're still in the average range for thirteen-year-olds, at least. [ Just before he snaps the picture, he sticks his tongue out with an otherwise straight face. Turning the camera around, he looks over the top of John's head at the screen. ]

Pffft. [Pushes at him a little and goes back to walking.] You're ridiculous.

Says the master of ridiculousness. [ Lets him, trailing along with him as he casually saves the picture. ]

Comes with the territory.

How's your prankster's gambit fairing in the Manor? [ Faintly amused. ]

[There's someone else wandering idly; granted he sticks out more than usual among the NPC's for being bundled up in a Deerstalker hat and Inverness cape instead of normal winter gear. He's been doing some shopping, but has found himself mostly lurking around a few areas; there's a few good friends missing.]

[Of course someone else who sticks out is going to get his attention.]

[He glances over, raising a hand to tip the hat in greeting.]

You must be one of the newer people here... I hope the scenery change wasn't too jarring.

[ Yeah Dave spots this strange wanderer, a brow crooking up over the top of his sunglasses as he tracks the Deerstalker hat silently. Turning his camera over in his hands, he considers snapping a shot of this Sherlockian dude. He's seen some odd people since they arrived in New York, but the strange NPCs don't really have much life like the Manorites.

With the greeting, he brings his own hand up to casually pantomime the tipping of a hat back, faintly amused. ]

Been through stranger, though it's a toss-up on whether that's a fortunate thing or not. You been with the Manor long?

Over a year, now ... [And as much as he knows people here come from some very odd backgrounds, managing stranger than getting extradimensionally kidnapped by a god-powered teenager with no clue what she's capable of -]

And with what I know of the place, I'm not sure if that makes me curious, or afraid to ask.

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