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Time was strange at the North Pole.

As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.

She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.

Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.

Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.

Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.

Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.
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[Everyone has been given comm devices. They look almost like handheld video game systems with a few odd quirks attached, like steampunk-esque whirring gold components that look like they're magical in nature. (They are.)]

Commencing first test of the communications system.

The communication devices you've all been handed are meant to serve our ongoing communications needs. They combine the functionality of the enchanted radios Nico Minoru and Bunnymund created with a text-based bulletin system. They were extremely difficult to make and required the cooperation of most of the engineers and mystics present so please make an effort to not lose or break them. It's only natural that we may have equipment lost or damaged on missions but if we find out that your comm was broken because you left it somewhere around the Pole and the elves used it as a chew toy, we will combine our magical and scientific efforts to experiment on the most efficient way to turn you into a toad.

Technology can be scrambled with magic which meant we had to create the devices with safeguards against both magical and technological interference. Due to the difficulty of combining practical technology with magic, we've yet to manage incorporating a video messaging function but audio and text-based communication should serve our communication needs for now. The distance the comms will work will be severely dependent on any magical interference but at peak operating levels and signal strength, we should be able to communicate with one another from any point on the globe.

Those of you that lack the required digits to type or have forms of environmental navigation that don't rely on vision can use the text-to-voice and voice-to-text functions. If you need any further personalization come to the lab and let us know. For those of you seeking comfortable ways of carrying these devices on your person, let the yetis know and they'll fashion holsters or lanyards that suit your respective physiologies.

The design of the devices isn't exactly the most visually appealing but we've had to make use of what materials we have on hand and unfortunately the casings of handheld gaming systems seemed the only viable option, given their durability. So yes, we are using toys to fight a war to preserve reality. One only hopes we won't be reduced to tossing very large rocks at the enemy under these conditions.

Please respond so we can test the functionality of the comment system.
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The thing with superspeed and cooking was that it was great for food prep but it still took just as long for things to cook as they always did. Kon had tried heatvision in the past, to speed things along, but that'd always had disastrous results. Using it to warm food, though, that worked and that was how he reheated the first batch of fried chicken he'd made after he finished the last batch. He also used it to reheat the gravy.

It was a proper gravy, a creamy sawmill gravy. He was crazy proud of his gravy. He'd never been able to replicate Ma's cooking 100% but he sure came close with the gravy.

The lounge area had lots of comfy chairs and was an ideal place for people to relax and hang out while eating fried chicken so he set up shop near all the comfy couches, putting down plate after plate of fried chicken and biscuits. The biscuits had been made in a massive batch and had been left warming in the oven so they nice and warm and flaky.

He danced around as he finished cooking his massive chicken dinner to one of those ipod stereos. He had an ipod full of girly pop that he'd nicked from the lab. At first he thought it was maybe Honey Lemon's but when he saw that the playlist names had somehow been programmed in Interlac, he figured out it was Lyle or Brainy's. In the past, their inclination towards girly pop music was something he might have ribbed them over but now? Now he danced around and sang to Katy Perry's "Roar" like nobody's business.

Between the music and the smell of delicious fried chicken and biscuits, most of the myths at the Pole would come see what the fuss was about but in case some of them didn't, Kon had made a whole tray of biscuits as a treat for the elves and he used them as a preemptive reward for getting the others.

"Go, my minions!" he cried out, tossing biscuits to them. "Go and get the others so they may feast!"

Out of gratitude for the delicious biscuits, they saluted him and spread out to bring everyone's attention to the glorious spread. Anyone that came to see what the fuss was about would be treated to an early dinner of delicious fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, and for the vegetarians among them (like Lyle and Brainy), grits, collard greens, black-eyed peas, and mashed potatoes.

Yes, he'd gone all out. It was almost Easter and that meant a few people would be having an Easter here instead of with their families, right? So it'd be a good one. He also figured doing it before Easter was a good idea in case Bunny needed their help or something on actual Easter Day.

When people started showing up, they were treated to the sight of a rather spectacular feast and the sight of Kon dancing around between the lounge and the kitchen as he finished making one last boatload of gravy and cleaned up. He was wearing an apron that said 'Kiss my grits!'

"Go ahead and tuck in," he said to people as they started showing up. "It's Before-Easter Dinner! And while I can't claim I'm as good a cook as the lady I learned to cook from, who I learned to cook from is a genuine Kansas farmer so it's still finger-lickin' good."

[ooc: Mingle thread! Pop music! People! Chicken! This is a nice little post for all the characters to mingle. Start up a little subthread for your characters and then tag around to other people's! It's set after all the recent intros so all the newer characters can participate and meet everyone.]
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There was still danger, even in this world.

As much as Sandy hated to admit it, she'd gotten swept up in the magic and wonder of Santa's workshop. Even if she was still having nightmares and found herself uncomfortable in large crowds things were so much better here that she'd gotten soft. And it had almost gotten them in trouble. 

It's not as though it was a disaster, but it could have been and that was enough for Sandy to jump back into her habit of daily work outs and training. She had to be ready for the inevitable. Someday soon the Fearlings would attack and she didn't want to die again if she could help it.

She didn't even know if she could die now, the rules were still a little hazy to her.

For now she would make due with what she had. Some training dummies were set up in one of the rooms off the main workshop and she was working with a training dagger moving as quickly as she could between them jabbing at the vital points of each mark before moving to the next.

One, two, three, four, five. A circuit of enemies that she was trying to dart between. She expected to feel weaker like she always did after dying in the arena but she didn't. She felt powerful, fast. Like a bullet.

But would it be enough? It had never been enough before. With a look of grim determination she resumed her practice, maybe she'd have to start pressing the others to learn some of their techniques like she had been doing back in Panem.

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