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[VIDEO]

Hello, my name is Cordelia Chevalier, for those who may not know me. I am here on behalf of the Rangers and Swords of the Savior to make a small announcement. Due to the colder-than-normal winter that we experienced last year, we will be providing warm weather gear for those travelers wishing to go outside of Union, as well as those in Union who are ill-equipped for the upcoming winter. Our hope is to also be able to branch out efforts to bring warm weather gear to those in Citadel as well.

However, we will need a few donations to make this possible, as well as volunteers to help hand out supplies both in Union as well as Citadel.

[There's something in her voice when she mentions Citadel. There are more than a few Rangers that are a bit... hesitant to go back there a second time. Something about being tared and feathered does that to you.]

In any case, our headquarters will be open to any and all who need assistance, as well as those willing and able to help. Please feel free to stop by.

[ACTION 1; open log style]

[Snow is falling, and sure enough, the Rangers HQ is abuzz with activity, people flitting about either trying to get supplies or providing supplies to other people. There is a pavilion outside providing warm drinks available to those who need them.]

[ACTION 2 (closed to Rangers & Swords); open log style]

[It's the end of a long day of volunteering and, because so many people are together, someone--either a Ranger or a Sword, it's hard to say--has decided to plan a party to celebrate the Savior, or snow, or getting inebriated (it's not clear which).

Regardless of who planned it, there are drinks and food, as well as music. Families are encouraged to attend.]

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[Ignorance buddies unite!]

I don't believe so. Why do you ask?

Oh, well, you know how this time of year goes, what with mistletoe, sappy songs, office party jokes, and eggnog--and speaking of, I have some for both of you or something hotter, if you'd like.

Mistletoe? Ah yes, I read about that recently, it is rather poisonous is it not? That said, with the chill setting in I am not averse to something warm.

[M... istletoe...

MARTIN NO. Cordelia turns about as red as her hair.]

N-no, I believe you might have the wrong idea! N-neither will be necessary, thank you!

Yes, but there are other uses for it.

[Innocently:]

I don't know what you're talking about, Cordelia. I just have gone to too many Sword Salvation parties to not be a little cautious, that's all. Besides, your friend wants a drink. [To Robin, as he sets the tray down to let him pick:] Martin, by the way. I don't remember if I've introduced myself before.

I'm Robin, well met Martin.

[He takes one]

My thanks. This is definitely needed on a night like this.

[Martin, you better not try anything, or so help her--]

We don't need to discuss its other uses, thank you very much!

No one was going to, Cordelia.

[See that halo? You are setting yourself up for this]

There's also cookies and someone made muffins, apple cinnamon and pumpkin and triple chocolate, if you're hungry.

All those sound quite good. That said, I would definitely like to know more about the other applications of Mistletoe. It seems an important knowledge to have. Is it medicinal?

[Over. Her life was over. Cordelia opens her mouth to answer, then closes it. What does she even say at this point?]

Ah...

I've heard a small dose of mistletoe extract can be used to help with insomnia, but I was talking about a Salvation specific use. It's used for decoration and some people say that kissing under it is good luck.

[He was nice. Ish.]

What a strange custom. The insomnia one is interesting, though, although it doesn't sound safe for testing. What kind of cookies are there?

[INTERNAL SCREAMING]

Martin!

[Wait, Robin didn't...

That was almost worse than the other man's teasing. That knocked the wind out of her sails a bit, and Cordelia calms down. So that was it, then.]

I'll finish the work here, Robin. You go ahead.

What? He asked and you weren't interested in telling him. [To Robin:] Sugar. Here, let me--

[He reaches for the box that he had in his bag only swear softly]

I left it in the other room. I'll be right back.

[He's going to go before Cordelia starts crying.]

No need, we'll be along shortly.

[He turns to Cordelia]

And I'm afraid I will not be "going ahead". I'm not about to let you escape the party. We're almost done, we'll finish the work together and then head over.

[It's all right, Martin, your game was done. She knew that, and he seemed to know that from his reaction. Cordelia had dealt with rejection before; she was a big girl, she would get over it.]

It's all right, really.

[To both of them.]

...if you insist. I still need to get that box, though. I'll see you both at the party.

[He'll apologize later. For now, he's leaving]

[Robin waits for a moment for Martin to depart]

You seem considerably less cheerful. Are you quite all right?

[His tone is gentle, knowing even.]

[His question cuts a bit. Was she really that easy to read? It wasn't something she wanted to deal with at the moment--best left for when she was alone--so instead, she does her best to put on a smile.]

Yes, thank you. I think I am just tired is all. I should probably head home once we finish here, so I can be ready and able in the morning.

[He sighs]

I had hoped to keep this a surprise, but I'll not continue if it leaves you in such a state. Here.

[He withdraws a scrap of paper from his jacket, upon it is the picture of a rather delicate diamond wedding band.]

[Just keep talking, Cordelia. It gives little room for him to respond, and will probably make you feel better.]

After all, a good night's sleep is important to--

[He was saying something. She should probably listen, even pay attention, and momentarily stopping, she noticed the picture. It didn't add up to her at first.

It was beautiful.

Why would he have something like that?

Wait, wasn't he was saving up for something? He couldn't tell her what, thought.

...

Oh Gods.]

But that's--

Typically it's customary to let one save for the actual ring before dragging the confession out, but I guess you never were one to play strictly by the rules.

[Oh Gods, how was she even supposed to react at a time like this? What was she supposed to say? Or do? Or think? A hand cupped over her mouth, she did her best not to start crying right then and there.

Unfortunately, she wasn't doing the best job in the world.]

--sorry, I forgot the tray of--

[Typical Martin. He has the worst timing.

Or maybe the best. He comes in, takes one look at Cordelia, and then turns to Robin, frowning]

What did you do?

Proposed. Kinda.

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