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I know it's cold and snowing outside, but that's not going to stop my training sessions. All day today and tomorrow, I'll be giving self defense lessons at the Training Grounds. If you make it to both lessons, then I'll start teaching martial arts and basic acrobatics. We need to keep in shape and form with the Rulers keeping us on our toes. I especially expect the ladies Catya and Darya to be in attendance. Remember to dress warm, wear closed shoes, and if you have long hair, like me, then bind it back. You're going to be moving around quite a bit today, so you don't need things obscuring your vision. All right? See you soon!

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[ To those who come to Nura's training sessions at the Training Grounds, they will find the white-haired young woman dressed in comfortable winter wear, hair indeed bound back in a ponytail, and she's arranging long sticks she's found in a latter-type of design. There are two big stuffed bags hanging on rope from the trees nearest to Nura, and a couple bags, crudely stuffed of straw, on the ground to the farthest tree's left. ]

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[ Nura's seated at the bar at the Fluffy Duckling, hair bound up in a colorful swath of silk, body layered by thick harem pants and top, with a wool sweater over the top. It looks comical, as the jewels and the gold glittering on Nura's ears, neck, ankles, wrists and fingers clash with the rough, modern contrast of the wool, but it's warm, and that's all Nura cares about.

One many notice on her right hand, upon her middle finger, is a piece of jewelry that looks very much out of place with the rest of Nura's rings. This ring is not at all gaudy. It is demure, with a thin silver band and a small jewel at the center, unlike any diamond.

It is easy to tell that it did not originate from the gifts of her denizen's circumstance.

Nura picks up her mug of beer and looks inside, scrunching her nose in distaste, eyes low-lidded as she attempts to peer into the liquid, but with nothing foreign found, she sets the beer back down and nudges it away to her left. ]

Uh, excuse me? But could I have another drink?

[ She waves over the bar counter at someone offscreen, and then finally turns to her compact's camera. ]

It's been a while since I checked in on things. I know that we have more newbies -- so, hey, welcome to the Island and join us in a collective groan, okay? -- but with my mind elsewhere, I haven't been keeping up with my tallying of who is here and who has gone home. Please tell me that no one died recently.

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[ Someone's happy about the Christmas decorations lighting up the Island. Nura's all cozy in fuzzy slippers, a thick, red shift, with her long white hair bound back in ponytail with rubies accenting her neck and ears.

She's set the compact so that people can see that she's seated tailor-style on one of her ornate rugs on the floor, with a piping hot mug of hot chocolate and tiny marshmallows sitting in front of her. There are also some gingerbread cookies on a plate (with the Legion emblem on the little gumdrop buttons, just like Morganas would make) next to cocoa. ]

Ignoring the fact that I haven't made my own snippet on this network in a long while, it's obvious that it's Christmas time. Know what else is obvious? We're still on this island. I don't know about you guys, but I aim to drop some rotten tomatoes down the Rulers' chimney.

[ She picks up her cocoa mug. ]

Anyways, this is probably a dumb idea, but would anyone like to have a Christmas sleepover? I heard about sleepovers -- that's where some friends would come to your domicile and sleep there for a night with unhealthy sugars and carbs and bad cinematic watching included.

[ She takes a sip of her cocoa, marshmallow leftover foam clinging to her upper-lip like a makeshift mustache. ] I know a lot of us have family back home, and we've kind of become friends here, right? So why not spend the holidays together? Think of it as a Cheery Holiday Sleepover, if you will.

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I seem to have acquired a large surplus of silks and jewelry. I have no interest in keeping it all, so if anyone would like, come by the Violet District, Unit Two, and take a handful or bagful or bring a wheelbarrow if you want. I would love to just get rid of all this.

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it's raining it's pouring so stop snoring watch your head don't stay in bed and get up this morning!

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So. Fairytales? Really? [Standing somewhere near the center of town is a ornately-dressed alien of white hair, blue eyes, and soft complexion, though tanned. She's adorned in jewels and bangles and silks, and a little skin is revealed, indeed. She does not seem to mind the state of her dress, however. The young lady is instead looking at the video, frowning, arms folded in stern judgment.]

Someone has been hitting the mists a little too hard. You can't just grab someone up and force them to pretend to be someone they're not. And no King or Queen will tell me so!

[she huffs, unfolding her arms.] ...though I do wear this quite splendidly.

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