Merry Christmas, Windrose!

"It's finally the day..." a voice yawned, slowly rousing itself from it's slumber, rising from the fairly simple bedding that had been provided for the underground residence. Deimos rose to his feet and stretched out, doing his best to resist the lazy urge of staying on the comfy spot of the room to drift off again despite still being fairly tired from his little 'Project'. Christmas wasn't a foreign concept to the Absol, even if it had been quite a while since he'd had the chance to sit down with his family for the holidays.

On the Eve of Christmas, He'd had a very special idea for a project to run and had enlisted the aid of the local specter to help get it done timely. Having spent the special day with his family last year, why not spend it with the Windrose Family this year? With the ghostly assistant's support, Deimos had set up a small party for the the slowly growing family that he considered his second home in relatively short order. That alone wouldn't have rendered him so tired, no, that was from the process of securing a special present for his assistant, and mulling over present ideas for the other scouts. Lack of time rendered it quite difficult, but at the very least he was quite happy with three of the gifts he'd managed to secure.

Letting off another soft yawn, the Absol shook it's head softly, before sneaking out into the corridor in silence, not daring to wake the other scouts early. Sauntering upstairs and out of the underground dwelling, Deimos glanced around and nodded in silence. Decoration wasn't his forte, so for the most part the scout had relied upon Elvire's help to set up the the first and second floors, while he worked on presents. Giving one more cursory glance to make sure nothing was out of place, Deimos quietly sneaked up to the second floor and lay down to hide along with the presents. "Merry christmas, Windrose." He remarked with a soft chuckle.

Robin felt guilty sleeping in the Windrose dorms. She still felt like a freeloader, even if she had worked half of her tails off trying to gather information for the Scouts. She couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't belong. How could she? Everyone here was so... genuine, and kind. She certainly wasn't either of those things. She wouldn't have slept in the tree on Christmas Eve if she had many other options, but she was low on funds for the moment, and she wasn't quite in such dire straights that she'd go back to sleeping in alleyways.

She really should have seen it coming, waking up to a flurry of red and green, festive lights draped over every cranny they could be hung from, sugary sweets laid out on a table near the center. It was... a little overenthusiastic, but nice, was Robin's first thought, before it properly clicked. Oh. Oh, they were celebrating Christmas? She didn't have a gift for anyone, she was in so much trouble-

Maybe she should sneak off? She didn't really know these pokemon that well, and not having presents for anyone would be embarrassing for all of them. She looked to be one of the first awake, so maybe she could get away with it. ... those cookies did look good, though. Maybe she could steal just one...? No one would notice, right?

If only she knew her boss was hiding, probably watching her as she crept towards the metaphorical cookie jar.


Tec did not sleep in the Windrose Libraries, because he did not require sleep. This place did make a convenient base, however, and the library stood a chance of answering his many questions. Still, it was mostly by chance that he ended up arriving there last night. It was far from uncommon for him to simply keep traveling through the night. Windrose did offer a safe place to heal and catalogue his findings, however, so the Porygon had become an infrequent guest nevertheless.

Was this what most pokemon would consider a 'home'? Further investigation was required, but it seemed to be a plausible theory.

The Porygon drifted towards a string of tinsel, poking it with his beak. This was not like anything he had seen before. How had the base changed so drastically overnight? Had the Windrose Library become a mystery dungeon while he slept? He did not know how mystery dungeons were formed, but he was aware of their shifting surroundings, and it would explain the anomaly.

He poked at the string of tinsel a few more times before it tumbled off the wall and onto the Porygon. He froze for a moment, trying to shake it off of him, but his hovering in circles only got him more tangled. There was only one conclusion to draw. "I am stuck." He reported, making a sad-sounding whir.