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Who: Nicholas St. North and Anyone
Where: Fourth Floor Hallway
When: Now
What: Santa and magical model railroads
Early this morning, North had had an idea. And being North, he couldn't resist putting it into motion as soon as possible. Within the space of a few hours he had drawn up the plans, collected the materials, and begun constructing a model railroad.
A model railroad filled with implausible leaps and jumps and loop-the-loops. A model railroad that could only work with the addition of a little magic.
And a model railroad that was now taking up a large chunk of the fourth floor hallway.
For non-believers that was all the could see. But for those who believed in Santa? They might be able to see him fussing cheerfully over the painted details on the train as he put on the finishing touches.
Where: Fourth Floor Hallway
When: Now
What: Santa and magical model railroads
Early this morning, North had had an idea. And being North, he couldn't resist putting it into motion as soon as possible. Within the space of a few hours he had drawn up the plans, collected the materials, and begun constructing a model railroad.
A model railroad filled with implausible leaps and jumps and loop-the-loops. A model railroad that could only work with the addition of a little magic.
And a model railroad that was now taking up a large chunk of the fourth floor hallway.
For non-believers that was all the could see. But for those who believed in Santa? They might be able to see him fussing cheerfully over the painted details on the train as he put on the finishing touches.
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Sandy was lounging on his golden cloud, watching the show with a gleeful grin on his face.
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Excellent, Sandy!
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Needs more loop the loops, yes?
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When the train starts up again it puffs golden smoke.]
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He stops dead at the realization of who he's looking at. Sure the Easter Bunny said Santa was here, but being told and actually seeing the guy were two entirely different things. "... Santa?"
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Hah, yes! I am Santa. And you are young Calvin.
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You know my name?!
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Once he's at the fourth floor, he stops abruptly when he sees the train set up. He can't see North for the moment (after all, he still needs to be told of Santa's existence here) but he'll be admiring the train and its tracks with interest.
"Amazing."
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But today, Sugar notices something new in the hallway. Something shiny.
Shiny like a twinkle.
"Oh boy, a twinkle! I've found one!" Sugar exclaims and flies over as fast as she can, landing on the miniature railway for further inspection. She hasn't noticed North yet, distracted by thoughts of twinkles and Magic Flowers. Plus, the train set goes a pretty far distance by her perspective. "It sure is big."
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North watches the little fairy land.
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"I'm Sugar!"
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You do know people live in this hallway, right?
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[Have an enthusiastic clap to the shoulder.]
But will be no fire today. Tonight is night for trains!
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Fine. Fine. Tonight is for trains.
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[You wanted to help, right?]
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No, wait, what? What agreement?
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His eyes widened, as he saw the model railway in all it's glory. Who could have built such a thing?]
Oh. Did you make that?
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[Hi Bilbo. Say hello to the huge guy in red beaming cheerfully down at you.]
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She had another surprise when she noticed who was working on it. Oh, the nice old man who'd helped her when she first got here! Ib waved a little, trying to get his attention. "Did you make all this?" she asked.
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